The Teachers Assistant

chapter 4 part 2

"I...I...” I try to think. He obviously doesn't have a younger brother but he has dated someone older than him, me. Maybe it was a trick though because technically we never went out so he was telling the truth then. "You don't have a younger brother." I say, guessing it correctly. I smile.

"Well I hope not." he says, starting to smile. I melt inside. Oh how much I had missed that smile. I sigh. What am I talking about; I’ve moved on, for goodness sakes I am engaged now! Then another person stands and we continue on.

We finish and I glance at the clock. We still had ten minutes left. This class just never seemed to end. The rest of my classes hadn't even finished yet and we still had to continue tomorrow.

"Well I guess since we have some time left you guys can ask me anything you'd like," I say sitting on my desk, legs crossed. I sit up straight straightening out my skirt and put my hands on my knees.

"How long have you and your fiancé know each other? How long have you two been engaged?" a brunette, named Sara asks.

"We dated in high school till my senior year and broke up because he went to college and we met again this summer and dated again. He popped the question this past Saturday. “I say smiling, playing with the ring on my finger. It really was a beautiful ring. It was a square princess cut ring with a small circle of smaller diamonds around the huge diamond.

"How old are your brothers?" A red headed girl, named Kate asks.

"They are 25 and 28 so they are a little out of your league. Also my older brother Dean has a girlfriend." I say, "He really should have married that girl by now they have only been together for 6 years." I say laughing.

"Do you have pictures of them?" Kate asks.

"I sure do" I get on my computer and log onto Facebook finding a picture of all three of us from Fourth of July. (America’s birthday and independence.) I pull it up and show it on the smart board (a huge white board that's touch screen, almost every class has one in Texas).

"Oh who's the cute one on left?" Sara asks.

"That's Dean and the one on the right is my other brother Casper and of course me in the middle." I say pointing them out.

“Dang your family’s good looking" a girl, named Rebecca says. I laugh.

"Thanks, I guess." I sit on my desk, leaving the picture on the board. "Any more questions?" I ask.

“Yeah I got a few." Mark says. I was afraid of that. "How long did it take you to get over your last heartbreak?"

The whole class is staring at me. I'm speechless. The fact that he had the audacity to ask me that.

"Mark, that's out of line" I say, anger starting to rise in me.

"Are you a liar? Do you like lying to your students? “The bell rings. I'm saved by the bell but I was going to have a few words with him first.

"Mark stays after class, the rest of you are dismissed. Have a great day." I tell everyone as they leave, except for Mark still sitting in the back, a smiling playing at his lips.

Everyone's gone and I close the door, it automatically locking. Luckily this was my last class of the day since I had a free class next period. I stand at the front of the class my hands folded across my chest.

"Ok go ahead ask me anything." he says, smiling still.

“Tell me why you had some nerve to say that with my students in here. Tell me why the Hell you’re a student." I say, now rubbing my temples with my index finger and thumb. This was stupid.

"I am only 18. I never told you because I knew you wouldn't let me be with you if I told you. That's also another reason I left you. You should probably know though, I'm a terrible student, I get in lots of trouble all the time, I get suspended almost once a month, I'm not the person you thought you knew." he says standing walking towards me.

“Well maybe you should change that. It is your senior year after all." I tell him.

He leans against a desk in the front row.

 "Who's the lucky man? Also can you do me a favor and please remove those two idiots from the screen I'm tired of looking at their annoying faces." he says.

"Well excuse me but those idiots are my brothers... They are not idiots. You have some nerve saying that considering you’re the idiot." I say leaning over my desk exiting the page and logging off my computer.

Smack! I turn around slapping Mark in the face.

“What are you thinking?" I say. “I’m engaged to be married you can't do that." I tell him.

"Well I'm not. Who's the guy? You going to tell me?  Afraid I might tell him about what happened between us?" he says.

I sigh “no Mark I'm not afraid. His name is Drake. He's Mr. Wright." I say.

"Ok I get it you've found the right guy. What makes him so special?" he asks, he didn't know.

I laugh. “No his name is Mr.  Wright.  He's the ninth grade English teacher and the football coach here." I say, smiling.

"You’re serious. You’re engaged to my coach. Ugh. That's disgusting. Now every time I see him I have to remember he I'd dating my left overs." My jaw drops to the floor. Did he really just call me that? His leftovers?

“What did you call me?" I ask.

He starts to walk towards me. I walk backwards and am trapped by my desk.  He grabs my face and kisses me. I try pushing him away but he's stronger than I am.  I give up and he smiles.

“Good choice." he whispers and continues kissing. The worst part is I start to kiss him back. I missed him. I hear a knock on the door and we both jump back away from each other.

"You sit. Act mad because you have a detention. I'll right you a pass to your next class in a minute. Wipe your mouth you have lip gloss on it." I whisper to him, going into leader mode.

He does as he's told. I walk to the door and fix myself and open it.

It’s Drake.