Plain Sight

Chapter 7.

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I walked back to Mr. McCarthy's classroom trailing behind him. We made small talk, but I still felt bad about ditching Liam, so I was deep in my thoughts.

We stepped inside McCarthy's class and he shut the door only leaving it cracked open.

"What's wrong, kid?" He broke the silence, "Worried about your boyfriend's now damaged masculinity?"

I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. But just from the thought of him thinking I was Liam's girlfriend I couldn't help but look down and blush slightly.

"Oh you don't know the half of it, McCarthy" I thought to myself.

I finally responded to him saying, "I'm not his girlfriend. People like me don't tend to date people like him."

I had no idea why I was opening up to my psyche teacher.

"Sky, you're a bright girl and Liam's... well Liam's a great kid, but you deserve someone who won't probably get kicked out of college for being intoxicated with his frat bros." McCarthy voiced his opinion imitating a stereotypical jock halfway through his statement.

I couldn't help but laugh how accurate his imitation was.

"There's that beautiful smile of yours..." McCarthys voice trailed off as he stared at me like he wanted to connect all my freckles or memorize the shade of green in my eyes. McCarthy then slid his larger hand on top of my petite hands.

There was definitely some type of tension in the air. But not like the aggressive tension when Liam was about to throw hands. Like a calmer more peaceful atmosphere, like everything was still and it was just us memorizing each other's features. I sat there across from him staring at his light stubble that danced across his defined jaw. I memorized his bright blue eyes, the color of the sky on a hopeful day. I memorized the light wrinkles by his eyes, probably because he smiles all the time when he's not being sarcastic. In all honesty, Mr. McCarthy was movie star hot. No wonder he gained the nickname Hotstuff by us.

Our moment was ruined.

Why are all my moments being ruined by the pestering bitch nobody wants around?

Ms. Angryson waltzed in like she owned the place, then froze when she saw our figures sat across each other at Mr. McCarthy's desk.

McCarthy quickly slid his hand away from mine as if it burned him to touch me.

Ms. Anderson looked confused as to whether she was interrupting something or not. Mr. McCarthy realized this must have looked bad in the eyes of another teacher so he quickly added, "So, I took two points off for that. Just make sure it doesn't happen again." McCarthy nodded at me as if saying go along with it.

I nodded curtly, "Yes, I'm sorry about that."

Mr. McCarthy then turned his attention towards the doorway where Ms. Anderson stood confused still, glaring at me.

"Bitch." I thought.

She just wants him all to herself.

"Hello, Ms. Anderson. Is there anything I can help you with?"

He said it so proper with a heartwarming smile, as if he wasn't just caught touching a student's hand. And not in a teacherly way.

"Oh, um, I was wondering if I could talk to you for a second?"  She continued to glare at me.  "In private."

"Uh, sure. I don't see why not." Mccarthy sent me a tight smile. As Angryson turned out the door and whipped her short blonde ponytail over her shoulder, Mr. McCarthy patted my knee while standing to walk out following her.

"I'll be right back"

That was all I got before he was out the door following the devil in flesh down the hall to "chat".

Ugh. Ew. She was trying so hard to get into his pants it actually made me wanna puke.

But who was I kidding. Gotta give it to the woman. She has guts. She goes after what she wants. Me on the other hand, not so much. I was the one who was too afraid to even think about telling Liam about my slight crush, in fear he would drop me faster than 9.8 meters per second. Since all objects drop at that speed, right?

Anyways, that woman has balls.

I was so deep in self wallowing pity I didn't notice that about five to ten minutes had passed when McCarthy walked back in.

"Sorry about that. Just boring meeting schedule stuff." McCarthy closed the door again and walked back over to me. As he was closing in on me I thought about how I was in a room with my hot psyche teacher and how I ditched my hot friend for this opportunity. Then I thought about all the jokes and scenarios I made up with Ash about McCarthy and now I was in a closed room with him. I was beginning to feel claustrophobic.

I don't know why though. I should take advantage of the opportunity right? Well, my actions seemed to prove otherwise.

I grabbed my bag, threw it over my shoulder, and flew by a bewildered looking McCarthy as I ran out his door. I ran all the way to the exit of the building. I needed fresh air. Why hadn't I just gone to lunch with Liam? I was comfortable with Liam. Instead I was with McCarthy, feeling something new. Something strange. Something unexplainable it made my head spin.

I flung open the door and took a deep breath as I inhaled and exhaled deeply.

Today was wildly painful and stressing.

I felt as if I could pass out.

My lungs felt as if they were closing up on me.

The world was spinning and next thing I knew I felt someone's arms around me as the ground got closer and my sight got darker.

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