Moments Never To Forget

Chapter Four

"Guys have you heard about the new teacher?" Flora was the first one to bring the topic to our lunch table.

"Yes! Everyone around is drooling over him!" said Alexa. "No, not literally drooling, 'cause that would be so eww, but oh em gee he is so hot!"

"I got a picture of him sent by a friend!" Sarah started.

Cameron went, "And you think he is hotter than me?"

"Of course, he's wayyy hotter than you." Sarah and Cam got into a heated argument. I was quiet all the while, enjoying the commotion.

Flora asked, "Why are you so quiet Ash? Wait, have you seen his pic yet? He's just —"

"Seen him, heard him, he's my Calculus teacher," I smugly answered.

"NO WAYYYY!!" The three girls screamed in unison.

"What's his name?"

"What does he look like up close?" They started firing questions at me. I said, "Guys wait! Calm down! I'll tell you everything!!"

After they were calm (the excitement still lurked from their faces), I said, "Yes, he's my Calculus teacher. He introduced himself as Kurt Harris."

Patrick and the other guys were sitting consciously on a separate table to avoid our chattering. I saw Pat perk up his ears towards our conversation.

'Time to burn him,' I thought to myself.

"He smells so delicious, I was about to kiss him at that very moment!" said I, and all of us giggled.

"You mean you saw him up close?" Sarah asked.

"He whispered in my ear!" I replied. "What did he say?" she asked.

"He said my sketch was beautiful," I said, winking at her to make it seem like he said something way more than that.

To my amusement, all of them squealed and started their fantasy over the teacher again. The guys groaned. Pat looked red with rage. I wanted to remind him that he had no right to get angry anymore but refrained myself from doing so.

The teachers of the other periods were familiar to us. The day was not much interesting, except for the swooning voices here and there whenever Mr. Harris passed by the hall for going to his classes or to the staff-room.

Soon, the day was over. I took all the books that I needed for my homework from the locker and headed out of the school towards the parking lot.

"Miss Smith!" I heard my name being called. I turned around to see Mr. Harris walking up to me.

"Miss Smith, you left this in the class," he said, handing me back my Nexus 6P.

Thankfully I had a pattern lock on it, so he could not access it.

"Thank you, Mr. Harris," I answered in gratitude.

"No problem. Don't forget your stuff, they can fall into wrong hands," he said.

He had to get his car too and suggested we head together for the parking. I unlocked my phone and checked for messages, moving along. There was a message by Steph.

'When school's over, don't head to parking, Ash. You won't find 'my' car there.'

"Damn it!" I cursed.

"Mind your language, Miss Smith. What's the matter?" Mr. Harris asked.

"My elder sis has driven away in my car," I replied.

Well, the car belonged to Steph, but he didn't need to know that.

"Ask your friends for a ride," he said. Well, thank you, Captain Obvious. I was already doing it, texting them.

Flora replied that she had already left the school campus. Sarah and Alexa didn't reply back. I guessed Sarah might be busy with Cameron, snogging each other's faces. The boys had to attend after-school basketball practice. I was walking along as I was texting, and looked up to see that we had already reached the parking lot.

"I guess I'll have to take the bus," I sighed.

"Or I could drop you to your home," Mr. Harris said.

"Thank you, Sir, but I'll take the bus."

Mr. Harris sure enough was my teacher, but he was still a stranger.

I walked out of the parking, onto the footpath, wishing Pat was here to drop me. I walked over to the bus stop and waited for the bus. Suddenly, a thought occurred in my head. What did Mr. Harris mean by saying that my 'stuff could fall into wrong hands'? Before I could ponder upon it, a car stopped by. The driver put down the windows and asked, "Need a ride?"

"No thanks, I'm better off myself," I replied.

"Oh come on Ash, get in already," Alexa said.

I rolled my eyes and got in the passenger seat.

"Do NOT drive fast," I warned.

Alexa was a pretty reckless driver and had got into trouble a few times.

"I'll try," came the answer.

"By the way, why did you not reply to my text?" I asked.

"I had... some work to do," she said.

"What kind of work, may I ask? And slow down," I said. She was exceeding the speed limits again.

"Well, Mark asked if I was free on Saturday evening and — "

"Wait what! Mark asked you out on a date?" I was shocked.

Mark was a very reserved person. No one had ever seen him associated with a girl. Asking my bestie out really meant a lot.

"Where are you guys going?" I asked.

"He just asked me to meet him at the school gates at 5 pm," she replied.

"I'm getting you dressed up and driving you to school! No arguments!" I nearly squealed.

"Okay, it's only Monday today! Don't get so hyped up!" Alexa laughed. "But please, don't say a word to the others. You know how they let the cat out of the bag," she said, referring to our group. We were all best buddies, but everyone had trust issues.

"Don't worry, I'll do no such thing," I assured her.

We reached my home. I waved her off, unlocked the door and walked inside. I looked at my watch and laughed. What took me 45 minutes to drive home — and 1 hour by the bus — Alexa had dropped me off in 20 minutes. 

I felt tired, so I walked in my room, lay down on the bed. Steph would be back by 5 o'clock. It was only 2:40 pm now. Pondering upon the events of the day, I fell into a deep slumber.