"I'm sorry you had to witness that." I said, my voice coated with a thick layer of mockery to which she heaved out a 'ha', her head tilting backwards to emphasize the sarcasm.
The bell rang, its usual 3 rings echoeing through the hall, and students vastly dispersed, each individual heading to their destined classrooms. Yet, I was with her - the red haired girl. Damnit, I should really get her name, I thought. The red haired girl was really tough to say, and it'd save me the effort of typing all of that out when it comes down to getting her phone number. You notice how I said when, rather than if?
"Aren't you going to make your way to your next classroom," I suggested, leaving a pause for her to fill her name.
"Don't tell me you don't remember." She responded, her mouth in the shape of an 'O' to imitate an expression of shock as her hand clutched her chest. "I am offended."
"I'm kidding," I quickly babbled out. "How could I forget a pretty face like yours?"
Hoping that a compliment would distract her, I simultaneously tried to take my mind back to Calculas when Mr Waters was busy reading out the register. Alas, my brain just signalled ERROR 404 - NAME COULD NOT BE FOUND.
"It begins with a T." She hinted, but that played no help on my quest.
"Tiffan-" I slowly pronounced, but her head performed a little shake simultaenously causing her red locks to swing back and forth a bit. "Sorry, Tia!"
A little bulb in my head burst with electricity. That's it! How could I have forgotten? It was one simple syllable; just three words. I gave her a wide and confidently smug grin, sticking my tongue out at her during my glorious victory.
"It's Temara." She stated nonchalentely, and my tongue quickly retreated back into its cave.
Crap.
"Oh, it's Temara?" I muttered quietly.
I glanced down in an attempt to restore my confidence which had dropped into the earth's core. Its bar filled up pretty quickly though. I met her face with a warm smile.
"Yup." She replied, her plump lips popping the 'p.'
"That's really pretty." I said and unlike all the other times when I would just throw that sentence to other girls this time, for the first time in a long time, I meant every word.
Mindlesslly looking past her shoulder, I quickly noticed a figure appearing from the corner, and a warning signal quickly alerted in my head. It was the hall monitor. My impulsive arms grabbed her shoulders and in a corner was where I abruptly pushed her to. I silently awarded my cat-like reflexes. Her body was plastered against a wall and mine was just the tiniest distance apart from hers. If I were just to take in a large breath, our chests would be touching. However that distance was rapidly eliminated as the swift motion put us both into a state of aniticpation, making us breath faster than usual resulting in our body being brought closer.
"When can I see you again?" I muttered, my breath husky and in a low growl.
"Tonight." She then replied, her eyes potraying a sense of hunger; I smiled.
She was much smarter than the others, but she shared one similar interest with all the other girls. Me. Squeezing her shoulders even tighter, my eyes of misty grey analysed her face and every fiber of it screamed her desire for me, and that was one thing I'd be taking advantage of tonight. I'd be a fool not to. I informed her of the destination she should wait for me: in the parking lot right outside of school where I'd pick her up at. She happily agreed of course. My grasp softened. Eventually, I let her go and I watched her as she quickly hurried to her next lesson. I made my way to my own and after catching a quick glimpse of the time displayed on my watch, I automatically picked my pace up drastically. I got there with a little bit of a sweat. Turning the door knob in one quick motion, I swung the door open.
"Sorry, I think I've got the wrong classroom." I babbled an apology and I was ever so close to shutting the door before me but as I roamed the classroom quickly, I realised that these were the same exact people I shared my English class with. It was just the teacher I didn't recognise.
A man, of 20 years or more I'd figure, stood infront of the classroom. But as soon as his eyes noticed my arrival, he made his way to me. A straight and intimidating posture lined his tall figure and his face neared closer to mine which gave me a chance to point out his appearance. A stubble upon his strong and chiselled jawline surrounded his pink lips. What the heck? Pink lips? Tyler, you couldn't have just said lips? I quickly snapped myself out of it. Anyway, with grey eyes potraying a sense of anger, he obviously stated, "You're 15 minutes late."
I followed the route his finger pointed at, and sunk into my assigned seat - right at the back.
"Since you missed the first quarter of the class," The teacher said his gaze directed striaght at me. "You missed the introduction."
The finger which he used to point me to my seat was now pointed at the whiteboard and he weirdly pronounced, "Mr Adams."
He said it in a very slow way which made me think whether he had majored to teach a highschool classroom or a kindergarten full of little kids. But I was sure he had done it on purpose as his whole demineer was sarcastic and dominant. He pissed me off. Nevertheless, I gave him a slight nod.
"Now, would you like to quickly introduce yourself to me?" He asked, leaning on the edge of his wooden desk and giving me his devoted attention. I noticed an American accent was lacking, and instead his voice was lathered with an English one. I swear this is the accent girls all swoon over? And my theory was in fact quite correct as I could notice a couple girls' eye's twinkling.
"I am a collection of organic molecules that make up Tyler McMiller." I replied, a heavy touch of confidence in my favour, gaining the centre of attention and whipping it straight back to me, where it wholesomely belongs.
Both of my hands weren't enough to count how many girls were twigging at their hairs already. They stared at me with such admiration and lust that I felt the need to quickly shoot a wink. This I did and the lucky victim sighed, a huge grin playing on her lips. Every other guy grunted under their breaths.
"When's your birthday?" He asked out of the blue and to be honest, I was expecting something more along the lines of 'What's your favourite subject?' to which he'd expect me to say English.
"3rd of October." I responded and since I had been tutored in maths ever since I had evacuated my mother's womb, I was quick to calculate that my birthday was exactly 33 days away.
My mind was ready to indulge in the thoughts of the party I had planned for that very very special occasion but those extravagant thoughts were quickly interrupted.
"What year?" Mr Adams questioned, his glance concentrated on me, and me only.
I smiled, a cheeky demeanor emitting from my confidence, and I replied, "Every year."
