The Teacher and I - A Tom Hiddleston Story

Two

How long have I been crushing on my teacher, you ask?

Well, to begin with, Tom wasn’t always our teacher. Our first teacher, Ms McAllister, had left on maternity leave around a half a year ago. She was a fantastic teacher, don’t get me wrong, but she paled in comparison to Tom.

Tom, on the other hand, seemed to be perfect for the job. He started out as an English Major, just like me, but had expanded his horizons into acting a few years ago, and was often seen in Shakespearean plays all around the country – even around the world. I had seen a handful of them, and I had to admit that he was a rather gifted actor.

He was an excellent teacher, too. Due to his many years as an actor, he often liked to re-enact some of his favourite scenes from some of his most-loved workings. Once he would start, the entire class would sit in awe as we would get a first-hand show of what the brilliant man could do.

Even some of the teachers and students from other classes would drop by sometimes to get in on the action.

Speaking of action, it was baffling and borderline disgusting to see how many girls, and even female teachers, throwing themselves at the man. I honestly felt sorry for Tom, because not an hour went by where the poor man wasn’t stopped in the hallway to be beseeched by one of these women.

And Tom would always give them the same excuse – that he just simply wasn’t interested.

Some of them seemed to understand, and so they stopped trying to win the man’s affections. But there were the desperate bunch (yes, even a teacher or two as well) that would be almost relentless in their pursuing of him.

And, naturally, since Tom had been introduced to us as our new teacher, news had spread like wildfire, and the class had exploded from around sixteen students to one hundred and eighty in just two months. Most, if not all of these transfers, were girls who had never even heard of Shakespeare, let alone actually owning a book that didn’t have a picture of the Kardashian’s plastered all over it.

They were only here for one thing, and one thing only, and that was to snag the attention of the most attractive man in the entire campus.

But that didn’t stop me from crushing on him.

I know that it’s incredibly stupid for a mature college girl of twenty to fawn over her teacher like most girls had already done back when they were twelve, but I didn’t care. Actually, no one really knew of my crush on Tom, and I planned to keep it that way.

Anyway, moving right along…

The week had started out shitty, and it had ended shitty – possibly even shittier. Winter had barely begun, and the heavens were already unleashing everything that they had; I was already preparing for the worst when winter would be in full swing in a few more weeks.

Throughout the days ahead of me, it rained mercilessly, creating big, dirty puddles that dotted the streets and campus like huge brown welts. I had been forced to wear my old, dirty boots that had seen better days, and I was forced to walk in the rain since I had lost my bus pass.

It was as miserable as miserable could ever get.

Today’s class was unbearably slow; barely anyone had shown due to the dismal weather, and because we were such a small group today, we had all ventured through the wet to get to the library to work on our new assignments.

With my chin resting in one hand, and pen in the other, I was slumped over one of the desks at the far end of the study section of the library, headphones in and eyes down on the blank page in front of me. With a sigh, I dropped the pen down onto the page and rubbed my eyes tiredly.