Teacher's Temptation {w.t.}

Chapter 3- "he's very possessive, ya know."

(a/n yoo sorry if my spanish sucks I'm only in spanish 1 :) )

           Within milliseconds of his entering statement, every.single.girl. had fixed herself up. Every one pulling out their personal compact or using a friend's. Every one was taken off guard for a moment, even the guys. Many of the guys looked jealous of him. But I couldn't blame them. Handsome was an understatement. God-like was more accurate. Even that didn't seem perfect. Mr. Tucker smirked as the class' panicked hush filled the room. "Like I said, I'm Mr. Tucker, and I'm the new Spanish teacher for 11th and 12th grade." he said with a butterfly-inducing grin. A hand shot up, so quickly I couldn't register if it was a girl or a boy. Probably a girl. But I was wrong. "How old are you?!" a boy asked, and for valid reason. He looked no older than 20.  "I'll answer those kinds of questions at the end of class, anything important?" the boy sheepishly lowered his head, and continued to shake it 'no'. "Great. Let's call the roll, shall we?" he said in a authoritative, almost king-like voice. He went down the list swiftly, and when he called my name, I swear my heart stopped. "Isla Grey" he called out, correctly at that, looking over his glasses attentively. "Uh, here." I say, narrowly avoiding a voice crack. A smile pulls at his features after earning my response. He finishes the roll and says "Okay everyone! I need you all to pull out a notebook. I hope you have a designated AP Spanish notebook, because you will be taking quite a few notes. But anyway, I need you all to write a short 2-3 paragraph essay, in Spanish, about yourself on the first page. Make sure to use correctly conjugated verbs, in all three tenses, or I will take off points. Go." The same boy from earlier who's name I learned is Finn, raised his hand again "This is for a grade? Already?" he asks anxiously. Mr. Tucker smirks "Every single thing you will ever do for me is a grade. So get used to it. Also in- 30 minutes- we will read 2 sentences from each person's essay, so you better get to writing."  he says, glancing at his smart watch. 

      I start my essay, writing 'Hola, mi nombre es Isla. Me gusta jugar voleibol y  bailar...' (Hello, my name is Isla. I like to play volleyball and dance) but my brain freezes as soon as Mr. Tucker stands up and starts walking around the class to look at people's papers. Of course he stopped at mine. He read it and asked "¿Donde juegas voleibol?" or 'Where do you play volleyball'. I answered "lo juego en el gimnasio." (I play it in the gym). He nods "Excelente, ¿estás en el equipo de voleibol?" (Excellent, are you on the volleyball team?) "Aún no"  (not yet) he nods and before walking away he says "buena suerte" which means good luck. "Gracias" I whisper and he replies "De Nada" with a wink. Although the wink was likely just a friendly gesture, I couldn't help but feel butterflies. In 30 minutes I have my whole essay done, plus a pretty decent drawing of a flower and a butterfly. I can't help it!!. Mr. Tucker looks up from his book and asks the class if we were done. The majority of the class answered yes including myself. "Okay, Isla, please come and read your essay." I nod and stand up, adjusting the cap that lay on my head and running my fingers through my perfectly straightened hair. In around 30 seconds I had finished, and the class clapped for me. I couldn't help but notice the three boys in the front who had been staring me down hungrily the whole time. But I shrugged them off, and walked confidently past them. 

      "¡Muy bien!" he said with a smile that reached his bright green eyes. "Who wants to go next?" he asked and it seems as if every girl raised their hand. But he chose a boy to go next, and another boy after that. Time flew by and before I knew it, the third period bell rang. And students scrambled out the door. Except, of course, a few female stragglers. "Mr. Tuckerrrr, will you need any help..grading papers after class?" they asked "Nah, thanks for the offer ladies." he says, never looking up from his clipboard. Sighing, the girls left the room. I was coincidentally one of the last people to leave along with Daya. "I don't understand why all of the girls are so smitten for him, honestly." If I had a drink, I would have spit it out all over her. "Are you kidding me?!" I say as I grab my backpack out of the chair. "Yeah, I guess he's not my type.." I roll my eyes at her statement "Then what is your type Daya?" she thought on this as we walked down the aisles of the classroom "I like hispanic guys, also black guys are chill." I stopped for a moment "Huh, never would've guessed." I say amused. Just as soon as we walk past Mr. Tucker's desk he calls out "Have a good day, ladies. Isla and---" blushing in embarrassment "Daya." she mumbles. "Ah yes. My apologies. See you ladies tomorrow." I nod "Yes we will." I say as we walk out of the door. "Oh my goodness I sounded sooooo stupid. Who says that....Ohmygod." Daya laughs "Oh my goodness, it's not that big of a deal!" My eyes instantly widen at her statement. "'Scuse meeeee????" I say, stopping in my tracks "I'm sorry it's not. Trust mee" I roll my eyes playfully as we walk to our next class "But if it makes you feel any better, I did notice that he was singling you out." I cocked my head in interest "What do you mean??" I ask, honestly curious as to what she meant. "You didn't notice that?! Every girl was talking about how jealous they were of you because he was already favoriting you." I shake my head at her "Nah, I don't think he did." it was her turn to roll her eyes at me "Okay Isla. We'll just have to see tomorrow."