It Was Wrong [Student/Teacher]

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

*Mr. Calhone’s POV*

When I walk into the classroom I see a girl with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen staring at me as if I’m some sort of god. I know I’m not exactly bad looking but the way she is staring at me is like I’m some sort of animal for sale and she’s a potential buyer. For some reason the thought intrigues me, but then I push it away once I realize what I’m doing. She’s a student for Pete’s sake.

I clear my throat to get everyone’s attention. I find myself looking in her direction to see if she’s looking at me, and I’m a little disappointed when she doesn’t. That annoys me for some reason. What? I’m not good enough for her?

Ethan!  My mind yells at me. She’s a student! Stop it!

I quickly scan the names of the students and attempt to match them with faces and descriptions from the other teachers. My head starts to spin after a few moments. I know I’m only trying to figure out her name.

“Hello,” I walk over to my podium and push it to the wall. I then grab my swirly chair from behind my desk and move it to the center of the front of the classroom, which happens to be directly in front of her. I try and act as if she doesn’t faze me, and my college days spent playing poker have won me a nice poker face, so I slide it on and act indifferent. “My name is Mr. Calhone and I will be your English teacher this year.”

“Hi Mr. Calhone,” The class says in unison. All of them, at least, except for one blond who’s staring at me intently, go back to chatting with each other happily.

“Today, since it is the first day of school and I am a new teacher, I figured we could go around the room and say our names. After all, I need to put names to faces.”

A brown haired girl who I know right off the bat is going to annoy the heck out of me elbows the blond girl in the ribs, causing her to whisper/yell, “What!?” I can’t hear what the brunette says, if she says anything. For a moment the two girls go back and forth making odd faces at each other that could either mean they’re communicating with facial expressions, or they’re playing charades.

“Ladies?” I clear my throat and their eyes snap to my face. Finally, some attention from- what am I thinking!?

“Yes?” The blond asks.

“Are you two done?”

“Yes, sir,” She smiles kindly.

“Now, as I was saying, we’re going to go around the room and say our names and our…favorite color. I know you already know my name, but I’ll start. My name is Mr. Calhone and my favorite color is blue. Now, you may start the class.” I nod in the direction of some boy who I know is going to be getting a lot of detentions from me.

“My name is Brock and my favorite color is red.”

“Next,” I say to get things moving along. The students go down the rows, one by one, saying their names and their favorite colors. When it gets to be the blond girl’s turn I can’t help but draw in a breath.

“My name is Lillian,” She says with a voice that drips with honey. “And my favorite color is purple.”

“My name is Carmella,” The brunette beside her says. "And my favorite color is green."

After that I don't even bother to listen to the students after they say their names. I just stare at her.

"Okay, now that we all know each other," I cough to clear my throat and then do my best to compose myself when I see her giggle. "How about we get some real learning done, eh?"