My Teacher

Daydreaming

ALEXEY

"Mr.Bogdanovych? Are we writing a test today?"

I jump in my seat, realising I didn't hear the bell ring and the kids coming in. Turning to the speaker,  I see a blonde, slim girl with her hair made into curls and make-up caked on her face. Vaguely I recognise her - must be a freshman named Madeline or something. She always bats her eyelashes like there's something in her eye.

Noticing how provocatively she's leaning on my desk and batting her fake eyelashes like crazy, I barely contain myself to not turn away in disgust. Only Adèle. I love only her. "No, we're not writing a test today. Go sit down."

Girl looks taken aback by my firm tone and winces like my rejection to her actions had hurt her physically. Quickly turning, she sits down and whispers something to her girl-friends, looking very offended. Meh, who the hell cares about some freshman's feelings?

Taking a sip of my now-cold coffee, I am momentarily choked by the memories of me and Adèle in my class when they moved my lesson to another hour and she turned up alone. Man, how I loved the way she blushed and expected me to kiss her. If I could turn back in time, I would kiss her a million times now. Not even caring about the fact, that it is illegal.

Actually, it won't be illegal soon. I'm 22. She's 17, turning 18 in April. If I quit my job, we can be together legally. No problems. It's not like I need more money to live a good life. I need my Adèle to live a great life.

"Morning everyone! If you're wondering - no, we're not writing a test today. Since I see some of you are quite tired-looking... I assume from STUDYING all weekend..." I wink my eye, knowing darn well, that these kids didn't study. They probably were out partying all weekend. "So today we're going to watch videos about Shakespeare's life and literary work and on Thursday we are going to write that test. Okay?"  Students seem happy and nod enthusiastically.

Turning to the computer, I quickly search "William Shakespeare Biography" and find an animated video, which could interest the kids. After all, they're probably not going to watch anyways. They usually play games on their phones, thinking that I won't notice.

As the clip appears on the flat-screen tv hung up in the corner, I take my phone. No messages. Why hasn't she texted me anything? I've sent her like a million text messages the past two days. Has she even read them? Why doesn't she let me explain anything about Irma? It's not like we fucked or kissed. She was just on a bad date and I had to save my best friend who also happens to be by ex. Why is that such a big deal?

My psycho sister probably has her phone and she doesn't let her answer me. No wonder she smiled like crazy, when Adèle introduced us. She probably knew Adèle was my... was she my girlfriend then? And...now?... and wanted to stick her large nose into my business so she could tell mom everything as she usually does. Ugh.

The video ends and I switch to another one.

She will be here in the next lesson.

The thought makes me happy and I realise how much I miss her. It's crazy, because it's only been a few days, but I already miss her like I haven't seen her for at least a year. Damn, that's what girls and love do to you. They make you crazy.

"Teacher?" A girls voice so similar to Adèle's makes me turn in my chair excitedly, hoping it's her, but when my eyes find the small girl, I feel disappointment wash over me. Not Adèle.

The girl doesn't seem like the one's, who just think about flirting with their teacher, so I gather myself together and try to sound kind, not sad and angry like I feel now.

"The lesson is over... You know that, right?"

What? Looking around the class, I notice that my students are, once again, gone without me noticing.

"Yeah. Thanks, Laura." Hopefully, I call her in the correct name, which, I think, I do, because she doesn't look annoyed or confused.

"Are you okay, Mr.B.?"

It seems weird, that a student would care about it, especially a girl, who doesn't bat her lashes all the time, but I decide not to burden her with my problems. I'm not used to share my problems anyways.

"Yes, Laura. Now, off you go, enjoy your break." I smile, avoiding her inspecting gaze.

I get up from the chair, deciding that I need a smoke break. Adèle is not going to be here for another 20 minutes, so I have some spare time to gather my courage to act normal around her in the class.

Quickly grabbing my black nike jacket from the small closet in the corner, I rush out the door, desperate for some fresh and chilly air to wake me up.

Today, as if to irritate me, there are so many kids and teachers in my way, who need to talk or drink coffee with. Shoo-in them off, I storm out of the 'teachers-only' door, which leads to my favourite smoking place.

Smoke deep in my lungs, I was once again flooded with memories related to Adèle. Well, this wasn't all about Adèle, though. It was about Zoe Blackbird. She used to serve me as a distraction, when Adèle tried to push me away after that unfortunate date, where I had chickened out about the future we could possibly have. What a fool I was then. There is no way I could now hit on Zoe or run away from my girl. Even if she shot me, I'd still never leave her.

A sudden sound of giggling knocked me out of daydreaming again. What is up with me today? Why am I so dreamy about Adèle?

"I need to go to the lesson, Klaus." A familiar voice, a voice that I would recognise even in my sleep, spoke softly, sounding like she was smiling.

"It's his lesson, right? That jerk's?"

"Yeah. I wish I could stay here, though." I could hear sadness in Adèle's voice and I could almost see how tiny lines formed around her eyes as they usually do.

Who is Klaus?

"We can always ditch. I'll throw a party just for you." I could hear flirtatious notes in his voice and wondered, if Adèle can, too. Did she like him? Had she replaced me with him? Is that why she didn't respond to me all fucking weekend?

"I think I'm all partied out for a while, thanks to you." She must have smiled, because her voice sounded like honey. Also, I was getting quite frustrated and jealous, because this was how she spoke to me. She was mine not his.

Not realising I had moved closer to them (Goddamnit, I was not noticing much today, wasn't I?), I almost run into Adèle, as they were walking towards the 'teachers-only' door.

Her mesmerisingly beautiful brown eyes widened and our eyes locked instantly. Every part of me wanted to lock her in a massive hug and kiss her passionately, but, thankfully, my teacher's side was not failing its duty today. It was still on guard in the school area.

She looked so beautiful that it almost made my breath hitch. Her incredibly soft and perfectly straight hair was loose today and framed her delicate face like Mona Lisa's painting. Like usual, she had some make up on, but it was never more than eyeshadown. She didn't need all that cake mix shit. My Adèle was beautiful naturally.

For a while it felt like she would want to run into my arms and hug me, too, but then she composed herself and her facial expression became distant and hurt, like she'd remembered something bad.

"Hello, Mr.Bogdanovych."

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