Making our Future in History

Day fourty-five: After school

"So... You need help."
"Yes, I do."
     "Okay, I'll help you."
I sat down in my seat, and helped him grade papers.
"Kate, don't take this the wrong way, but you look cute today."
"Oh... Um... Thank you." I said, "you need to dress up."
"Nope. I lived in high school, remember? I don't want to."
"Whatever you want to do. It's your life."
     "And you were the person telling me to get one."
     "Well, you do need one."
     He laughed.
     "And I assume that you have one."
     "I'm dating the quarterback of the football team. Of course I do."
He looked at me scrutinizingly.
"What?"
"Nothing, but I can tell that you're not happy."
"Neither are you."
He sighed and put his pen down.
"I know, but you're a graduating senior. You should be happy."
"And you're a guy at the prime of his life. You should be happy."
"Yeah, I guess we both have our own reasons for not being happy."
"And they both have to do with exes." I said getting up.
I handed him the papers that I was grading and then pen that I had. He rearranged them on his desk, and stood-up.
"Goodbye." I said.
He packed up his shoulder bag to go.
"Bye."
I left, got halfway down the hallway, and then noticed that I forgot my phone.
I walked back into the classroom and he was standing there with my phone.
"You forgot this." He said handing it to me.
"Yeah, I figured that out."
He gave it to me and held on longer then he should have. We made eye contact then our heads were slowly coming together. Before I knew what was happening we kissed.
I felt like I had been struck by lightning. It was the most exhilarating feeling I had ever had.
*****Mr. Hanes*****
I packed up to go, and she had left. I noticed her phone and picked it up. She walked back into the room.
"You forgot this."
"Yeah, I figured that out."
I gave it to her and held onto it longer than I probably should have. Then against my better judgment I kissed her.
It was better than any kiss I had with my ex-fiancée.
We pulled apart, I let go of her phone, and she left. It wasn't like storming out it was more like leavening to leave.
So much for professional.