I Can't Explain (not updating)

Chapter 2

Melissa

Melissa and Jessica walked into PE. The gym was already noisy and full of crazy kids. School had started late August and even in New York it was hot. The gym was all muggy and funky. She really did not feel like doing anything. They walked over to the bleachers were both classes were sitting and took a seat.
"Oh girl! Do you see that teacher?" Jessica asked.
Melissa looked around and made eye contact with a man, a very sexy man. Oh lawd Jesus that man is fine, she thought. He was 6'1, had a sexy smile, and was built really nicely.
"He is pretty cute," she said trying to play it off and sat on the bench. She found out early on not to overplay things. Jessica always took stuff to the... extreme.
Jessica gave her a, don't play face. "Girl, don't you even try to fake. That man is like Red Robin," she said.
Melissa looked at her confused.
"What?"
"You know? Yummmmm! I would eat that man for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Now tell me the truth ain't he sexy?"
Melissa had to admit, he was like no other man she had seen. He had some tattoos that were visible, she wondered how many he had that weren't visible. His body was amazing, muscles everywhere. His ears were pierced which looked sexy compared to some of the guys that she had seen. He had stopped staring at her and he was now laughing at something the other teacher had said.
Why was he staring, she thought.
"Yes, he is hella sexy. BUT we are students so all we can do is look from a distance. I bet he already has a girlfriend anyway as fine as he is."
"Damn, I will be 18 soon though," Jessica said.
"Are you really thinking about that. He don't want you-
"Wassup guys! All of you who have Mr. Neverson please go to the side of the gymnasium with the scoreboard, and those of you who have me, Mrs. White, please come to the side with the stage. Let's move it people this PE!" she yelled.
The whole group of students filtered out into two classes. Of course Melissa and Jessica had Mr. Neverson. They all stood around the scoreboard with Mr. Neverson in front of them. He was scanning all the faces and once again, Melissa saw his eyes lock on her.
"Okay everyone. My name is Mr. Neverson, and I am your PE teacher. I'm gonna give ya'll an overview of what we'll be doin' this year and then we'll do intros starting with me, alright?"
He waited til everyone responded to start talking.
"Alright so basically we will break this up into units," he started.
And that was all Melissa heard. His voice was so smooth and sexy. He could talk about damn toilet paper and she would melt.
"So now a little bit about me. My name is Tremaine Neverson, I am 24. I'm originally from Virginia. I love sports, hence me being a PE teacher. I know a little bit of everything so we will play a little bit of everything. I'm a PE teacher for all grades and I also coach varsity basketball and I'm one of the football coaches. Some of my hobbies are singing and I'm a beast in the kitchen. Anything else you all want to know?"
"Yes," one girl in some shorts that shoulda got her dress coded said. "I was wondering, if you had a girlfriend?" she finished, twirling her hair around her finger.
He laughed, "No. Any other questions besides ones like those?"
Melissa felt Jessica punch her, this crazy girl. Melissa punched her back. Jessica pinched her, and they went back and forth just like that.
"Hey, since you two wanna act crazy, why don't you start with intros?" he said.
Melissa silently cursed. "Go first, Melissa."
Bitch, she thought. "Ah well, my name is Melissa. I'm 17 about to be 18 soon. I was born and raised in New York. I run track, it's something that I love. I like writing and I do a little bit of singing too. Um, I think that's it."
"Okay, Melissa. Do you like the track team?" he asked.
"Yeah, I love it. Mrs. White is the coach and it's really fun."
"Okay, maybe I'mma get the basketball team out there to run with ya'll. Cuz some of them are getting slow." He said, sending her a smile.
Everybody laughed when some of the guys said no. That smile though, had Melissa about to melt. It was so perfect. But he was the teacher and she was gonna keep her thoughts to herself.
"Thank you, Melissa. Next." He said shooting her that smile. It made her face heat.
The introductions went on and on. Some of the girls even openly flirted with him. They asked personal questions that you shouldn't ask a teacher like what kind of girls did he date and one girl had the nerve to ask if he had a brother the same age as them. He did but, his brother was a little older than them.

"That's it with intros. I see this will be an interesting year. Ok now line up and I'm going to give ya'll your locker number and combo," he said sitting under the scoreboard.

Trey

Trey sat down and pulled out the sheet with all the combos. This class was a trip. Some of the girls were just a little fast. As long as he didn't entertain that, he would be fine. He started calling out the names of his students.
One by one they came to get the combos. It was in no particular order. The last two to come was Jessica and Melissa.
"Here you go girls," he said and handed them the paper with the information.
"Wait. Melissa." He called.
"I've heard a lot about you from the track team. It's nice to finally put a name to a face," he said.
He watched her blush and whisper thanks. Then she walked off with her friends.
Man, he thought, she really is beautiful. She wasn't coming on to him like the other girls. She was normal. He really had heard a lot about her. Mrs. White was saying how she was the fastest sprinter she had ever seen.
"So, how you like your class?" Mrs. White said to him. She was one of the few teachers who never hit on him.
She was happily married. Some of the women who hit on him were married and that didn't stop them. She was a good friend.
"I like them. They are a bit crazy, but you know kids."
"Uh huh. Those girls are a bit strange. I was never like that in high school," she said, cringing at their behavior.
He laughed. "Yeah, but as long as they know to keep those thoughts and everything to themselves then we will be fine."
She laughed. He didn't know what was funny.
"You really think they will keep their thoughts to themselves? Some of these girls are used to getting whatever they want."

Just as they said that, the kids came back from the locker rooms. They were all dressed in sportswear, ready for class.

"Alright everyone. It's too hot outside, so we are going to play inside. I want to do an old fashion game of kick ball. What do you think," Mrs. White said.
There was a bunch of cheers.
"Yeah, so Mrs. White; I think that the guys would beat the girls."
"Oh hell nah," one girl said, making everybody laugh.
"Who said that?" Mrs. White asked.
Trey saw the girl from earlier, Jessica, step forward.
"Alright Miss Jessica, you are the captain for the girls. Michael, you are the captain for the guys."
Everybody got ready to play. The girls were kicking first. Trey decided to be the pitcher, to make it fair. They started the game and the girls were really good. Mrs. White played too, she was competitive.
Both sides were talking trash. It was to funny. This year is gonna be fun, Trey thought.
"Oh ya'll better be quick, Melissa's coming up to kick."
She didn't even say anything back, she just got ready. He rolled the ball. It was a fast one. When she kicked it, it came right at him.
He was shocked he didn't even move as the ball hit him dead in the face.
He fell to the ground and it was dead silent in the gym.
"Oh shit! Oh shit!" he heard a female voice say.
His face was hurting, so he stayed on the ground. He had no clue a kickball could hurt that bad.
"Mr. Neverson! I am so sorry! Oh my gosh. Did I break your face!?" Melissa yelled frantically.
He didn't answer. He felt her shaking him.
"Mr. Neverson? Oh God! I killed him!"
He started laughing. He was laughing so hard his stomach started hurting. He opened his eyes, sat up, and saw Melissa looking at him. She really thought a ball to the face would be lethal?
"I'm fine. You kicked that ball real hard, but not hard enough to kill me. You were freakin out," he said laughing again.
She looked at him really serious, "You should have answered me," she said, and pushed him back on the ground.
"Aye yo, that should be a foul on the girls." One guy called out.
"Shut up. This ain't basketball," Melissa yelled.
He laughed again. He had a feeling this was going to be a year to remember.

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