A New Beginning [Student -Teacher Relationship]

Chapter 9

When school was over I slowly shuffled, down to Mr. Crafts room. I don't even really understand why he gave me detention either, I told him to keep my phone. Not like anyone hasn't sworn at him before, and now I'm probably going to be doing it to him for a month.

I tapped my knuckles lightly on the closed door, and patiently waited till he opened the door. When he did I was a little taken back by his looks, His tie was now hanging lazily around his neck, jacket open, and the first few buttons on his white button up shirt were undone.

I was already a little dazed, and that sight of him looking even more handsome than usual put me into a complete dream like state. I pushed into the classroom, hopefully before he caught me starring at him. I sat down at a desk in the front row right beside the window, and turned to face the outside world. I place i've learned to hate. A place filled with people looking the same, one after the other, the same cars drive by, the sun always sets at the same time. Everything is just so routine.

I hate routine.

"Autumn...?" Mr. craft questioned from his desk, a slowly turned to look at him with a blank yet thoughtful, questioning stare.

"Ya?" I asked quietly, tilting my head slightly to the side.

"I need you to do some things for me, go to the storage closet down the hall and grab more markers for the board." He said, not even bothering to look up at me. Rude much?

I didn't say anything else, I just got up and walked out of the room. My shoes were the only sound in the desolate hallway, as I slowly paced to the storage closet a little ways away. I opened the door and squished myself into the small room and pulled on the string attached to the only bulb in the to illuminate the darkness, the door creaked its self shut. But I didn't pay it any attention.

I looked around for the markers, but everything the was eye level or lower was cleaning supplies. I looked up to the very top shelf and saw a box labeled markers, of course it has to be on the top shelf. Nothing is ever as easy as it sounds, I went on my tip toes to try and reach the box but came up short.

I started trying to jump for it, I finally got my fingers high enough to just tip the box back a little. But I guess it was too much because the box came tumbling towards me and hit me in the head, I stumbled back hitting the shelf behind me.

That shelf started to fall over, and I face planted onto my stomach. A few seconds later I felt what I guessed was the shelf hit my back. Hard. But I couldn't feel a thing, I was just kind of laying on the ground. The shelf was to heavy for me to move, so I just kinda sat there.

I tried to wiggle around but then the pain hit me, kinda like that shelf did. I let out a small cry of pain, almost a whimper. Maybe 5 minutes passed, and still no one heard me, I looked at the door and saw it had completely closed. Shit, I kept yelling help for another 10 minutes until I couldn't feel anything anymore

I looked down and the ground that was so close to my face, only to see a pool of blood around it. As soon as I realized it wasn't mine I looked up as far as I could, and saw blood dripping from what looked like a body laying on the top shelf. One arm was hanging over the edge, and I saw the side of the head, the hair was drenched in blood.

I let out a blood curdling scream, and tried to move around again but I felt a piercing pain shoot through my back making me scream louder. But I still tried to keep moving, I got my right arm free and tried to wiggle out from underneath. But it was no use, with all the pain and the shelf weighing so much.

"Mr. Craft!" I screamed over and over, and I guess it finally sunk in that I was practically dieing in here. And maybe the fact that its been a half hour i've been in the closet 'looking for markers', and still havn't come out. Regardless, the door swung open fast.

I took one last glance up at the body on the shelf, but it was gone and so was the blood. I snapped my head towards, the door where the janitor was standing.

"A little help please?" I croaked with a sheepish smile, he nodded and quickly bent down to pick the shelf back up. He lifted it with ease, and then cleaned up the markers.

"Are you ok miss?" He asked handing me the box of markers, I nodded telling him it wasn't that bad and waited for him to leave back down the hall. I limped with my back hunched to Mr. Crafts room, and swung the door open slowly. I threw the box on the ground with all the power I had left, and then sunk against the wall nearest the door and closed my eyes.

"What took you so long?" Mr. Craft asked probably still not looking at me, seeing as I know I look like hell right now. When I didn't respond, I guess he finally looked over at me because I heard a startled noise come form his mouth. "Autumn?" He asked carefully.

"Sorry I took so long." I said back sarcastically.

"What happened?" He demanded, followed by some shuffling of feet I felt his presence in front of me.I opened my eyes to see him standing there, looking at me oddly with a little amusement in his face. Prick.

"Well the markers were on the top shelf to start so I couldn't reach them, but you probably knew that. Then when I couldn't reach them I tried jumping to get it, but unfortunately I tilted the box back too far and it fell down hitting me in the face." I said with no emotion, as he started to smirk at the last part, thinking I was done. "Once the box hit me in the face, I stumbled backwards and hit the other shelf and fell on my face." He interrupted me with his laughter, which caused my face to go red with anger."THEN the fucking shelf fell onto my back constricting me from moving, and while I layed on the ground in paralyzing pain for a half hour there was a dead body dripping blood on the ground in front of me. And no matter how loud I screamed your name, or cried out for help. No one came, until the janitor finally heard me. And helped me up, but I think I broke a vertebra in my fucking spine. I'm lucky that shelf didn't hit anything vital or I'd be dead right now because you thought it would be funny if I went and tried to get a box you KNEW I couldn't reach! Not so funny now is it?!" I yelled at him completely furious, his face was written with guilt and concern.

"Autumn i'm-" He tried to appologize but I cut him off before he could finish.

"Save it." I growled trying to stand up again, using the wall to help I got to my feet. I little to fast because I got really light headed, and fell back to the ground. At this point I started crying my eyes out, he slumped down onto the floor next to me and wrapped his left arm around my shoulders hugging me against him. But I pushed him away trying to get up again, which I did but I just kinda crumpled back to the floor like a rag doll.

"Please, just stop." I pleaded my tears running out.

"Stop what?" Mr.Craft asked coming closer my me again, I sat up straight and crossed my legs indian style. I looked him dead in the eye.

"Being the guy I fell for, because you made it very clear that you hate me now." I said strongly.

"I don't hate you, I was trying to do the right thing." Jake said mimicking my pose, and putting his head in his hands.

"I respect that, but I don't agree with it."

"You don't have to agree with it, its the right thing."

"What is the ' right thing then, tell me Mr. Craft." I said seeing him frown even more, when I called him Mr. Craft.

"Its just the right thing!" He yelled exasperated.

"Exactly there is no definition for ' the right thing', so you can't tell me whats right and whats wrong." I said stubbornly.

"Dammit Autumn, can't you see this can't happen. Your 17, i'm 23 can't you this wrong, were six years apart."

"I can't see right and wrong, unlike most people. I see what I know, and I know were not meant to hate each other."I said looking down at my lap.

"To be honest I can't see the right or wrong eithier." Mr. Craft whispered leaning over to me, and placeing his lips on my own. At first I just sat there, a little shocked that he kissed me. I didn't think he'd give in that easy. Both of us kept our hands on our laps, knees touching. It was sweet and innocent, what it was meant to be.

If anything was the right thing, this was it.