I felt my face become hot like I'd gotten a fever. Oh, I got a fever alright, if ya know what I'm saying, Welch fever. Along with said fever, my head spun. I know I look stupid standing in the middle of the classroom, stretching my neck, just to get a good look at him, In all his Welchness. He cleared his throat.
"THE HA THERE." As usual, his voice strained.
Lots of people raised their hands but I didn't, 'cause I always bring my Welch pencil.
"THE HA AND OF THERE."
Ahhh~ His voice makes me feel like I'm melting and sends shivers down my spine every time I hear it. UUUUUUuuuuu~ I bet Welch-sensei has a beautiful singing voice~
For the rest of class, we sing and he plays his synth keyboard.
"THE HA-Row 3&1-THERE."
Mr.Welch usually calls us by rows and row three always goes first followed by two and one but, I guess he forgot how to count because row one went ahead of row two.
I didn't really wish to leave but, we do have other classes after this. Finally, he calls row two and everyone except me starts cheering. As we line up, I'm last. I walk to him and hand him my paper. He stops me. Oh, God...
"THERE HA THE."
He wants me to stay after class? Was there some sort of problem? I start to think about what I may have done. I did my work...To the dismay of my classmates, I sang. What did I do? I have no idea!
"Ms.Taylor"
UUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuu~ HE SAID MY NAME. YOOOOOOOO, AM I BEING PUNK'D? ASHTON WHERE YOU AT BOI?
"Desiree, was it?"
He usually calls me Tia and I can admit that we do have the same hairline but Oh M Gee
