Secrets Untold To Us

Chapter 27: Mr. Wheeler smashing who?

Chapter 27: Mr. Wheeler smashing who?

As Eric walked towards the seat beside me, I couldn’t help but stare. His presence is starting to make me feel warm inside. He stops in front of his desk taking off his backpack, and gently placing it on the ground. He tried not to make to loud of a sound, as Mr. Wheeler started to teach. He then took off his leather black ‘Guess’ jacket, placing it on the top rail of his chair.

He then finally sat down in his clean white polo and, fresh ‘Addidas’ shoes.  He carefully slid a thick text book from out his backpack, licking his fingers to ease the grip of the pages as he read on.

Meanwhile I leaned over in my chair shuffling through my bag, just trying to find my cosmetic mirror.   Instead of finding the mirror all I picked up was, my oatmeal cookie, and juice box. I guess that’s going to be my breakfast and lunch. I couldn’t help but break a piece and indulge on buttery, oatmeal goodness; but obviously it didn’t last long.

I could feel crumbs rolling down my shirt, and I looked down aggressively brushing them off my floral top. Just so Eric wouldn’t see, of course. With him being just only less than an inch away from me!

“Ok class, today we are going to start your indirect essays.” Mr. Wheeler said ecstatically.

The rest of the class including Eric and I moaned in disappointment. “I can’t handle this shit anymore, urgh.” I whispered while dropping my head back dramatically. I could hear a slight chuckle, and I pushed my head forward to see who it was.

“Hold on class I need to get the pdf file from Mrs. Helme’s usb, don’t cause any trouble.”

Mr. Wheeler yelled while walking out in a rush towards the door.

“Bravo, bravo Mrs. Peyton oh how dramatic.” He chuckled while cocking up a brow.

I slightly pushed him on his arm while saying, “Don’t mind if I do, drama is my specialty.”

“…well technically Heath it our specialty, we have all the same classes, History, drama, Biology, and calculus. You do remember that we are gifted students right.” He said while rolling his eyes.

I couldn’t help but laugh as he turned to his back pack pulling out another green text book, kind of like what I had. ‘Drama for Dumbasses.’ Here Heath! I think you’ll learn something.” He laughed while getting up.

I grabbed the book from him, ripping out the first page, crumpling it into a ball. With one quick throw I hit him right in his face. “Bulls eye dick, you didn’t see that one coming did you.” I chuckled as I got up.

It was truly amazing to see his face so shocked in awe. “Are you serious Heath that textbook cost $160 bucks! He yelled.

I held on to both his shoulders, speaking in a little baby voice. “Aww don’t worry, you little thing Heathy will make it all better.”

“Very funny, Heather Louise Bertha Ann Peyton. Cute name by the way were you raised by a pack of llamas” he laughed as my back was turned.

“Who the hell told you that!?” I whispered, feeling embarrassed while avoiding eye contact.

“Ruth Wilson, also known as Ruth your best friend.”

“urgh…any way how long do you think it will take, until Mr. Wheeler gets back?” I said while changing the subject.

“He won’t be coming back for a while; I locked him and Mrs. Helme’s in her classroom. Word on the street their totally banging each other, the looks they give each other in the hall is like eye sex in itself. No homo by the way, just stating a fact. I did them both a favor!”

“Wait…Wh…What! By the way no shit dick.” I laughed, but paused a second later as my face went blank. “Wait…you locked them in her classroom, how’d you do…”

“I’m an angel remember, just like you. It’s all about the concentration in your mind.

 Want to skip class, Mr. Wheeler will never know.” He sounded reassuring as he held out his palm in front of me.

“Fine.” I said while grabbing on to his hand.

We ran out of the class, walking through the halls. I could hear screeching noises, and moans. “Oh Wheeler, oh Wheeler your amazing! It all ended with a scream “Yessss!”

Yup, Eric was right, Mr. Wheeler, and Mrs. Helmes was totally smashing. Maybe I could use this to my advantage. Give me an A+ on the essay and in return I won’t turn you and Mrs. Helme’s having sex in her classroom, into a headline for Lawson weekly.

I’m definitely sure people won’t be using the newspaper for toilet paper after i’m done with that story.

 ‘Bystanders heard the loud moans and screaming coming out, from the room.’ I thought. I turned to see Eric laughing hard. “What’s so funny, dill pickle?”

“Nothing” He responded. “Nothing”

~What was Eric laughing about, and where are Heather and Eric going to go?~