I followed the lady down the poster filled hall to me new class room. Although I hated moving, I really loved where we were. It's beautiful here, I can't wait to get home and take some pictures of the landscape. The guidance lady knocked on the brown door and out walked a younger woman. She had a large smile on her face.
"Hi. You must be my new student." I nodded.
"I'm Patrick."
"Alright, Patrick, come on in and we'll get started." I followed her in the door.
"Students," the teacher began."This is Patrick. He's going to be our new student." I gave a small wave, everyone was staring and some were even whispering. This is the worst part. "For now, you can sit by Michael. Michael raise your hand." He put my hand up, but not high enough, I almost didn't see him but I'm glad I did. I walked over to him and sat in the chair next to him.
"Hey man I'm Michael Geithmann." He held his hand out to me. I shook it, he was breathtaking. "Where are you from? If you don't mind my asking." Micheal had short, ash brown hair and he kept it jelled up in the front. He has a chiseled face without any imperfections, he had purple and green braces, but they had been in for a while. He looked kind of built but, he was wearing a red flannel so I couldn't really tell. He wore skinny jean jeans and a pair of beige vans. He smelled like fresh laundry and his voice was the perfect range of deep. He was perfect.
"I'm from North Carolina. Um. Patrick James." I said, nervously. Edgar Allen Poe was on my desk, my favorite poet. I know so much about him. What if they think I'm a nerd.
"Woah, what brings you here?"
"My mom just got a job at some newspaper firm."
"That's cool."
"Yeah, I guess." We didn't talk the rest of class, mainly because if we did Mrs. Longston would make us read and entire poem to the class, but I'm okay with that. I can recite EAP like a singer can sing their lyrics. I just wanted to talk to Michael.
When we began packing up, I was fore focused on being able to wonder the school more then anything.
"So, who's your next teacher?" I turned to be greeted with the lovely smile of Michael.
"Um," I looked at my new schedule. "Mr. Whittaker. US History."
"Mind if I see the rest of your classes to see if all of our classes are side by side?" I gave me a small smile. He studied the paper and smiled a little bit more. I swear I as going to faint. How can someone be so beautiful?
"I'll show you to your next class. I'm a teacher helper next block so if I tell her what I'm doing, I'm sure she'll be okay with it." He smiled to me again and I smiled back, god I hope I wasn't blushing. The bell rang, we walked to his next class.
We walked in and his teacher greeted him, her voice boomed and I might have jumped a little bit.
"Hey Michael. New student?"
"Yeah, I'm going to show him around if that's okay with you?"
"Of course. I have nothing for you so, be my guest." She turned to me. "I'm Ms. Stirmac by the way."
"Hello." I was quiet. Fuck, I hate when I get quiet. I don't want Michael to think I'm weird.
"Come on, let's not make you late." We walked out of the class and across the hallway. There were already several people in the room. They all looked at us, a few waved to him. He must be popular.
"Get out Mike." A male teacher called from the storage room.
"I'm not in here for no reason. You have a new student." He yelled back, mocking the man's tone.
He poked his head out of the room. "Really?" He walked over to us. "Hi, I'm Coach Whittaker."
"Hi." I said quietly. Why can't I talk? Oh my gosh. I can talk to Michael just fine.
"Can I steal him for about 30 minuets. Just to show him where his classes are?" Coach sighed.
"I guess. Stay out of trouble and off the girls. I'm doing this for him." Michael turned away and looked to me.
"I know. I know." He said, obviously annoyed. "Come on." He said to me, while grabbing my shoulder. I felt my entire body melt.
"What is he a coach of?" I asked.
"Soccer. He's my coach."
"You play?"
"MVP 2 years in a row. Varsity and JR varsity." He had a big smile on his face, I would be proud too.
"Cool." I don't know much about soccer so I can't ask about what he plays.
"What about you?" he asked me, "what do you like to do?" I took a quick look at him. Yep still beautiful.
"I play piano sometimes. Um." and I make videos of myself talking about god knows what and post it on Youtube and I have 42.3k followers on Instagram. "That's it really."
"Really? Are you any good?"
"I've been playing since I was young so I would hope so." I can play nearly every song and some Mozart, but I would never say that because I don't want to seem like I don't do anything with my time like I actually do. I took another peek at him, we didn't talk. Just walked. I enjoyed him company, a lot.
