Don't Make a Sound

"And so, Winston Churchill went on to..." my teacher rambled on about some pointless, obscure event that happened at some point 50 years ago.

I lay my head on my hands and sighed quietly. Today was boring. But, hey, what else could you expect from a history teacher that had lived through the 19th century, personally.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my boyfriend of 12 months with his head turned towards me, smiling an unusual devilish grin. I tried not to giggle, otherwise, the teacher would have my neck. He was probably the least boring part of my day.

I turned towards him and we locked eyes for a while, just drowning out the room, sitting in comfortable silence.

"If you two lovebirds have had quite enough ogling each other, I would appreciate it if you would PAY ATTENTION." Our teacher snapped and I could swear his head almost exploded.

I could hear James sigh under his breath before turning back to the blank sheet of paper in front of him and continuing to pretend to take notes.

I looked down at the empty sheet in front of me, picked up a pencil and started doodling little hearts around the margin of the paper. James glanced over at me and his whole face bloomed into a smile.

Meanwhile, I had stopped doodling and was letting my mind trail to wherever it took me. I looked down at the hearts on my page and started to remember some particular memories we had had together.

"That day at the park, where we first met...our first date...our first kiss...cuddling up to him during the movies...when I caught him changing..."

I felt my cheeks heat up as I started thinking about that image. I had tried to erase it from my mind, for exactly these types of reasons, but it would always resurface at the most inappropriate times.

"Jesus, it's not like you saw everything! He just had his shirt off!" I mumbled silently to myself in attempt to calm down.

But now my mind was wandering, pondering what the rest of my boyfriend WOULD look like. His perfectly toned muscles, his abs, the small heart tattoo just above his waistband, and what was underneath...

"Stop it! Think of something else!" I mentally slapped myself in the face to snap me out of this daydream with a one-way ticket to embarrassment town.

Amongst the desperate various un-attractive thoughts I made my mind conjure up for the sake of saving my dignity, I heard James snort while covering his mouth.

He leant over subtly, as to not disturb the class, and whispered

"You realise you said most of that out loud, right?"

SHIT.

"You're lucky no one else heard you, you're a terrible whisperer." He jeered, knowing full well that my face was scarlet.

I saw his eyes flicker down to my pants and I could tell he almost lost it. That, and his face was now ALSO bright red.

Turning back to the teacher in a frantic effort to cool down, I was greeted with a little pink slip slammed on my desk.

"Maybe after school detention will teach you some manners!" the gruff teacher yelled and gave me a death glare all the way back to the whiteboard.

I huff in annoyance. Hey, at least I seemed to have snapped out of my embarrassing moment.

A few moments later, however, I heard James pass me a note that read:

"Hey Mas, I wanna try something, ok? Don't freak out."