And I'm his student.

chapter one.

After class, Mr. Calvin had asked me to stay for a couple of minutes, while everybody else left leaving me behind.

I stood in front of the wooden desk, Mr. Calvin sat behind. His bony hands entwined together as they pressed against his lips, a stressful look on his face. I feel lighthead and my knees even tremble as I grip on tightly to my shirt from behind my back. My eyes wonder pass his figure and up at the English posters on the wall in front. I couldn't bare to look at him when he talked directly at me.

I know it sounds stupid and probably just some student crush that won't matter twenty years from now, but there was something about him that couldn't leave me alone.

I mean, heck, how could I feel this way? He is twelve years my senior and I'm barely eighteen years old. Not saying the fact he looked old, but quite the opposite, he seemed to get younger each day.

 "Eleonore?"

 I quickly dart my eyes to his collection of pens in a grey case, by his stack of graded papers. He seemed to particularly favor the color gray. Almost everything from his desk to the corner of his room were the color, and even his nicely iron shirt.

"Yes," I look at the tip of his shiny nose, ignoring his intense glare.

"I know you are really smart and have been making nothing but of A's in this class, but it doesn't mean for you to procrastinate in your work."

"I'm sorry Mr. Calvin"

He sighs and rubs his thumb against his forehead, "Why don't you take a more changeling English class, AP Literature? I know this might seem easy for you."

 "It's no problem, I actually enjoy this class"

 "Are you sure? There's no one  holding you back you know."

 "I'm sure" my eyes follow up to the edge of his jaw until I finally meet his eyes. Those icy blue eyes made me shiver inside.

He presses his lips together and nods. "Its your decision"

 I nod back, "I better get going" I grip on tighter to my books in my arms,

  "Of course"

 I leave the classroom not daring to look back, weak to even walk.

 As the day went by, images played in my head like an endless stream of film. Of school work and few gossip from friends and Images of Mr. Calvin. I try to ignore the thought and scowl at myself for even thinking about it. But I can't help it.

"Eleonore what's wrong?"

I sit against a old chair pushed against the cool wall of the living room. My legs are too numb to feel the touch of my hands since I had been siting here for the last couple of hours doing nothing but staring at the wall. Legs crossed and hands tucked underneath my violin I rest my head against the wall.

"You haven't even touched your violin" My mother stood beside me as she a embraced a bowl of flour in her arm, she had been attempting to cook lasagna for past couple of days. The outcome? Burnt and tasteless.

I smile to myself of the thought,

"I'm okay" I stroke the neck of the violin, lately I hadn't had the inspiration or need to play my violin, but instead to just stare at it for hours trying to find the muse I once had. Trying to take my mind off things.

From the corner of my eyes, I see her purse her lips, "I heard from your cousin Angela that there is a orchestra class that recently started at the community recreation center. She says they go to competitions and play at various events, Why don't you join? It could be fun" she walks back to the kitchen and dries her hands off.