Teacher and the Thief

Chapter 4

Alex parked out in front of Fullerton, and I gazed at the school. I shifted uncomfortably as the nervous feeling I had before came back. Sure, I could shoot people, but college? Yeah, this would kill me.

"Get out, and have fun." He smirked, and I got out and back into the rain.

"Sorry I got you out of the Russian thing… are they changing location?" I asked quickly, but he shrugged.

"We got Peter following them. I'll figure it out later." I shut the door and he rolled down the window. "When do you get out?"

"Three. And can you see if they can get my car fixed soon? I don't want to tell my parents…" I asked, but he knew where I was going.

"I'll tell them easy. But don't go crashing anymore cars." He said as he rolled up the window, and held up a three with his fingers before driving off.

I took in a deep breath before heading inside, but made sure all the blood was cleaned off, even if there was still little scratches. I stepped inside, and I was blasted by the air conditioner, making me extremely cold. I headed to the office before getting my classes and heading off towards the building. English second? I was already dreading this.

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Finding the room took a while, and walking up to the door, I was even more nervous. Definitely the right room.  But it was eleven-twenty. I was already twenty minutes late.

But it didn't make me turn away.

"Okay, here goes…" I muttered as I pushed through the doors.

Walking inside, nobody even acknowledged me. I walked through the rows of people that were engaged in their own conversations and sat down on the far side, where an empty seat was. They were in tables of two, and I turned to the red-head girl next to me, who was reading.

"Um, excuse me?" I started, and she looked up briefly. "Where's the teacher?"

"Mr. Princeton?" She asked, and I nodded. I didn't know his name, but I trusted her judgment. "Nobody knows. He never showed up."

"Oh…" I trailed, but smiled as I turned back in my chair. Does that mean they didn't take attendance? I might be safe after all…

Ten minutes past before somebody finally showed up, with a briefcase and everything. But my eyes grew wide when I saw the sling with my phone number on it.

"Sorry I'm late class, I was in a bad wreck…" He stated, dropping everything, glancing around the classroom.

"Whose number is on the sling?" A random girl in the middle back asked.

"Oh, a girl I asked out after I crashed into her." He answered, and the girls started squealing.

"You crashed into her? That's a way to ask someone out." The guy sitting next to the girl commented.

"Yeah, well she was pretty hot and really nice. She gave me the sling, and we may have a date this Saturday." He answered with a smirk-ish smile, but continued before any of the students said anything else. "But I'm okay and we can start class-" He stopped when his glance fell on me, and our eyes kept contact for a while before he turned away, and his cheeks turned bright red. "So, um, I guess I'll take attendance… but some people probably already left, I'm guessing."

"Yeah, a third of the class left." I heard a girl from the opposite side of me say.

"I figured. We'll just talk about stuff you already know about English for the next half hour." He concluded, only because there was a half hour left of class. And then we had an hour of lunch before the last two classes of the day, not like I'd eat anyway... But most of the time, I was staring at him, figuring out that I crashed into my teacher's car… that's not gonna be good…