History Class

Chapter Six: Thinking About Him

I arrive home and go to get my homework, but Neal won't stop bugging me. "Neal, please I don't care if you are in here, but please be quiet I have homework."

"Okay Emmy." He says as he sits down and continues to color on the sheets I printed for him. 

Mom and Dad had to run some errands so I had to watch Neal. It wasn't that bad except for all the homework Mr. Gold gave me for math. I suck at math...

"Are you getting hungry?" I ask Neal, he responded with a simple shaking of the head. "Pizza rolls?"

"Yess!" He screams and jumps up and down 

I decide to make us some pizza rolls and some him some chocolate milk.

We sit in silence for what seems like the longest time. My thoughts begin to roll, travel along the road of broken dreams.

I am zoning out for the longest time, tuning out everything around me. I can feel my brain trying to process the traveling thoughts. My brain starts to play a movie, a movie of that moment. The moment when I told him I fell in love with him.

"Yes but hurry up." I run to the bathroom and break down. About ten minutes later the door opens. It's Mr.Jones.

"Emma, you nee-" He stops as he rounds the corner and looks at me. I took off my jacket and scratched my skin senseless. "What did you do?"

"Nothing!" I say hostile.

"Emma stop!"

"What do you want?!" I say annoyed. "My freaking life is falling apart and now I am in love with my history teacher!" I stop realizing what I had just said. Soon I leave him there to ponder about what just happened.

"Emmy!" A sound of Neal shouting my name brings me out of the void.

"Yes, Neal?" I ask pretending that nothing just happened.

"I'm done." He says lifting his plate to show me the evidence.

"Alright bud, now let's get you cleaned up and go back into my room." Once again he responds with a simple shake of the head.

Once I am back to doing my homework and he is back to coloring my brain begins to wander once again. Is this going to start being a normal thing, because I need to get things done.

I begin to trace his every feature in my head. The sky-blue eyes that fade right into the pupil, the scruff upon his chin and a bit making the outline of a mustache. The way his eyebrows dance upon his forehead when he raises one of them. The hair slicked back into a neat but stylish way. The amount of chest hair peaking out from under his shirt is enough to make a rock melt into molten lava. A pure work of art, one simple man.

I left him standing in the girls bathroom, how am I going to face him tomorrow? Will he even make eye contact, would I even dare to raise my eyes enough for that to happen? I don't think so. Maybe I can fake being sick, maybe just maybe.  This is all getting out of control. I don't even know his first name! UGH!! 

maybe, just maybe...

Okay guys so I am at a road block any ideas? I want to throw Ruby and Belle in there somewhere. -Hannah LOVE YA MY LOVLIES