AQUA

Chapter Three: Deeply Troubled

The students foregathered in the P.E. classroom of Mr. Wickens, a twenty-nine-year-old handsome tan-skinned professor who is believed to have a Brazilian blood. Preppy cute girls in high school all think he is hot. Savannah and Brielle walked together at the third floor of the light green-colored academic building.

“You know what,” Savannah speaks off with her Nacho junk food.

“We’re so lucky that we have Daniel Wickens as our teacher.”

“And the big thing is that—he’s handling P.E.!” she happily chirped.

“So what if it’s that damn P.E.?” Brielle asked while stealing chips from the plastic.

“Past freshmen in this middle school say that Mr. Wickens’ abs and body muscles will make your panties down when he takes off his shirt during sweaty activities in the open grounds.” Savannah bit her lip like she’s a fantasizing female desperate pervert.

“Please. I’m not that kind of girl.” Brielle just smiled tiredly.

“I’m also not that kind. I’m just—curious what it feels like with him as a student.”

Aside from the tricky math problems, Brielle hates the physical activities in the subject Physical Education like running, playing different kinds of sports and stuffs. But she got the idea about something she can love about Physical Education in S.B.H.

“Will we have some swimming classes in our P.E.?”

“Definitely. Daniel Wickens loves swimming, too. He’s also a football fan.”

“Great.” said Brielle as they already reached the room of Sir Wickens which is the third one in the eight rooms lined in the third floor. There are lots of students, still.

“Good morning, Sir Wickens.” students greeted loudly in unsynchronized melody.

“Good morning.”

Brielle looked at this teacher’s newly-shaved hair in his chin, big body build with muscles visible in his gray t-shirt with a whistle on a red cord hanging from his neck paired with dark blue jogging pants, black army cut hair and sparkling sexy eyes.

Aside from the teacher’s deep masculine voice, she could vividly hear the other girls’ giggles on Sir’s appearance. She was sitting on the back most part of the classroom’s old wooden armchair sets with Savannah on her left and Maxx on her right.

“Okay.” The girls wait for the next words of their admirable teacher.

“I know that Physical Education paints a bad image for some of you because it’s sweaty, tiring and lot of hard work to do.”

“No…” the giggling girls said without loud voices, having obvious crush on Wickens.

“But I am telling you that I am not basing the grade plans on you with a hundred percent on your sports and activity performance but there’s a big point out there with your tests and participation. This subject also has me, your teacher, giving you speaking discussions and short or long tests. So, if you grudge on the dirty physical activities we’ll have in the future, strive hard on having high scores in my tests to have a passing grade in my subject.” he sounds like weird in English to Brielle’s ears but she is sure, the ‘giggling girls’ don’t mind his fluency because he is handsome.

She observed that the classrooms in the academic building look the same with each other; white walls, white ceiling with a tubular light bulb, red cement floor and a single wide window. It was up for the ones who use the room to decorate and stylize the room. The P.E. room has a lot of sports equipments, of course. They were loaded.