The Teacher's Pet (Original)

14. No More

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When our eyes met I smiled.

While he frowned.

He frowned at me. I smiled. He frowned. He looked at me for a split second and then acted as if I wasn't worth a second glance.

What now? I wondered to myself.

His voice soothed me and even though every fiber of by being was telling me to be upset by his earlier actions, I just couldn't be. He had this effect on me, where if he told me to follow him to the end of this very world, I would. I would follow him to any where and be there for him. My heart could swell at the very thought of it just being me and him. Just the two of us, together. Which scared me. I barley know him. This was a mere obsession for him.

I wanted to hate him. I want to hate him. I want him to be narcissistic, self observed, rude, and prideful. I want his personality to make him ugly, not just his looks. But as soon as my eyes would hit his appearance, I wouldn't be able to see him being those things. He was the opposite. He was kind, caring, funny, and witty. He was the average girls dream man.

No, he was above average, he was so much more. Which drove me beyond crazy. How could a human's heart want another so bad. So bad to the point to where they lived to see the other. Where it didn't even matter if this person spoke to them, just the mere look of them. It made me confused, frustrated, and mad. Mad that I couldn't grip a hold of these emotions. As if each one of these feelings were stings, tied to balloons, slipping from my grasp. No matter how hard I would squeeze my palm around these strings, they would manage to slip, one by one.

I caught myself staring at him, watching him intently. Almost like his whole being was memorizing to me. I yearned for that one glace, that one smile, that one laugh. I wanted him to just look at me, just once. So that I could peer into his amber eyes, see the sparks of youth in them shine. I wanted to look into his eyes, hoping that they might just mirror my own want.

He didn't pay any notice to me. Not even one flicker. He ignored me, every time his eyes scanned the room to make sure we were paying attention, he managed to skip me. Something inside me longed for him to just spare me a glance. I wanted him to see the flames of anger I held for him.

I clenched my jaw in annoyance and decided to focus on writing down notes, rather than the fact I didn't exist to him. My pen worked quickly against the college ruled paper, the blue ink forming words. I tried my best to keep up with what he was talking about. It kind of sucked that he never wrote anything down on the board. Instead he would speak these long lectures and except us to instantly follow along.

I guess I could hate him for that.  The thought brought a small smile to my face.

After an hour of taking notes, my hand felt cramped and sore. I scowled at my hand writing, noting that it started off legible and pretty, but soon it got messy and carless. I just sighed at it, I had never had good hand writing.

I peered at to the digital clock on the wall, reading it and huffing at it. As if it was the clocks fault I still had a half an hour left.

The sound of Brittney's voice grabbed my attention. It was smoother than usual, almost tolerable. She laughed obnoxiously. Almost. My lip soon curled up in disgust, as she flipped her hair over her right shoulder. Her eyelashes batting at him. Mr. Sparks didn't mind though. He laughed. A sound that made my heart beat just a little faster and stomach tighten.

I was trapped. I couldn't bring my eyes away from them. No matter how much I told myself to stop looking, to stop getting unsettled by this. I just couldn't. He was genuinely laughing, smiling, and taking interest in the conversation she offered.