Love Me Anyway (A student-teacher relationship)

Chapter Four

Yes, posting again. I don't know if I should be apologizing profusely, or demanding you thank me.

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Josh's POV

Sure, of all the free periods they could have offered me in a day, it had to be second. I much would have preferred it be later in the day, when I’m fed up with the rather frustrating teenagers in this school. When it’s only second period, I have no desire yet to get away from them.

And besides, I’m an art teacher. I don’t even need a free period. It took me all of two minutes to make a lesson plan for today, but the fact that toady was a free period might have had something to do with that… It still shouldn’t take much more than ten minutes daily.

As I rounded a corner, something – rather someone – smacked straight into my chest. On reflex, my hand reached out to catch the girl’s arm. She looked dazed for a minute, swaying a little in my hold. She squinted up at me, her cheeks rushing with a little bit of pink on an otherwise very pale completion. I caught just a glimpse of huge, round eyes, that were dark and sparkling before she tilted her head, almost like she didn’t know she was doing it, so that her hair swept over them.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, pulling the sleeves on her jacket down to cover her hands. I chuckled, which caused her eyes to come briefly out of hiding. Her eyes, such a dark brown that I couldn’t even discern the pupil in most parts, were even larger than I had thought. They were lined heavily, with a thin layer of gray eye shadow as well. She scanned me quickly before hiding again, and a small smirk tugged at my lips. Did she just check me out?

“Don’t be,” I laughed it off. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Cynthia,” she answered quietly. I was going for a last name, but that would work too. Her eyes, in shadow from her hair, look up through heavy eyelashes, shining with curiosity.

“I’m Josh,” I offered back, smiling. I twitched slightly, a nervous tick of mine. My name was not Josh. Well it was, but in school, I was supposed to be strictly Mr. Fletcher. Mistake number one. “So, mind telling me what a beautiful girl like you is doing wandering the halls?”

Her head shot up, her eyes meeting mine directly for the first time. “Beautiful?” she asked breathlessly. Crap, that would be mistake number two.

I needed to learn to control my mouth. I wasn’t having a problem earlier, but apparently this whole formal thing would be harder than I though. She was very beautiful though. Fair hair, with dark bangs, pale skin, a nice figure, and, of course, those endless dark eyes. She actually looked very familiar to think about it. Wait, did I just check her out? Definitely mistake number three.

I felt my smile falter slightly. “Yeah, beautiful, “I confirmed, completely honest. I hunted for a change of topic, which returned me to my original question, what was she doing out here? “If you’re skipping, I won’t tell,” I joked, holding a finger against my lips.

“Uh… uh, yeah.” She nodded frantically, before turning away from me and hurrying off in the opposite direction she was originally heading. Wait to go Josh, you scared her away. Now, just hope that she’s not one of your students. I actually wouldn’t mind seeing her again, though. There was just something refreshing about her.

I shrugged and continued about my nonexistent business, until the tolling bell told me I had a class to get back to.

I was right when I said that second period being my free was too early. I had one class left to go, and I didn’t think I would be able to stand it. I couldn’t even imagine what class would be like when I had to actually teach. All I had been doing today was allowing them to dissect my life with their rigorous questions and graffiti on my chalkboard. And I was already sick of it.