WILD HUMANS (previously After School, Extra Credit.)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.

I tapped my pencil impatiently on my math book, counting down the minutes until my next class.

I've always been an overly curious person, but this.... This was killing me. The look on Allie's face, on all the girl's faces... He had to be Greek God material or something. I couldn't focus in Geometry. Luckily, the teacher just gave us book work instead of a lesson. 

I kept running through my mind what I thought he might look like. 

Finally. The bell.

I slammed my book shut, grabbed my backpack and purse, and darted out the door before anyone else. Weaving in and out of the crowded hallway, I finally turned the corner, Allie's last classroom in sight. I came to an adbrupt halt. "Claire, you can't just go barging in there looking like a horny desperado..." I said to myself.

The traffic in the hallway was beginning to build up behind me, so I continued on. 

Allie, her books clutched to her chest, and a dazed, pleasant look upon her face, came walking towards me. I quickened my pace.

"Tell me. Everything." I said, smiling a bit, putting my hands on her shoulders. It was like she had a big fat smile plastered permanently to her face. She blinked once or twice, then shook her head as she came into reality.

"Perfection. Good luck. You'll have fun." She murmured dreamily as she made her way past me to her last class of the day. I gulped.  Oh geez...

I shook my head, taking a deep breath. I began talking myself out of this all-of-a-sudden nervousness. 

What the hell am I thinking? This is just a teacher. Nothing special. Don't expect anything, Allie is probably just messing with you. He's probably old. And hideous. 

I settled on that, that he was old and hideous. I put on the best non-chalant face I could muster, and made my way into the room. 

Ohmygod. Cologne.. That smells so good... NO. Just focus on your seat. Sit your ass down, Claire. Don't look at him, look at your seat. 

I kept a piercing glare at my desk. I could feel his presence as I passed the desk, keeping my blinders on. I sat, pulling out my Chemistry book. A few other students entered the room, but I kept my eyes adverted. I heard girls whispering and giggling. Then, the sound of the door closing. 

Silence.

Then, he spoke.

"Hello, class. My name is Mr. Davidson, and I will be your teacher for the next few days." A raspy, deep voice came from the front of the room.

I couldn't stand it any longer. Curiosity got the best of me. My eyes darted up.

He was standing, now. About 6ft tall, with dirty blonde hair that was slicked back and flipped up slightly in the back, a couple strands fell on his forehead. He looked about 25, with deep, emerald eyes and a greek nose. There were a few faint freckles sprinkled across his nose and upper cheeks. His jawline was strong, giving him an heir of...power, was it? His lips, parted in a thin line, looked soft even from where I was sitting. His pastel blue button up shirt contrasted heavily with his black dress pants and shoes. His sleeves were rolled up to mid forearm, showing veins and his sun-kissed complexion. 

"I'm sure you have all heard about Mr. Anderson." He said, putting his hands in his pockets. "But I can assure you, he and his wife will be fine." He smiled, showing snow-white teeth.

"Today, we'll just see this as a study hall. Alright?" He said, still grinning, and went to sit back down at his desk. I blinked several times, and then adverted my eyes. I grabbed a piece of paper, and a pen, and started scribbling. I kept my gaze down. I definitely didn't want to make eye contact.

Oh my gosh, they were all right. This guy was gorgeous. No, he was perfect. Like, the perfect picture of a dream guy.  Like, should-be-on-a-hollister-advertisement guy. I twirled a bit of my hair in my fingers, assessing the situation I was in. 

Wait a minute.

I froze. 

I felt... a gaze on me. Don't look up, Claire, I told myself.

My face was beginning to turn red, I could feel it.

Don't be a baby. Cmon, he's probably not looking at you.

I glanced up.

He was definately looking straight at me. 

Our eyes met. It was that deer-in-headlights feeling... I felt like he had pinned me down with his stare. My face was definately getting redder..

"Would you mind if we opened a window? It's really hot in here." A kid in the back asked, causing Mr. Davidson to look away. 

"Well, of course." He said, and walked past me to the window. As he passed, I could smell the Cologne. Oh my God it was intoxicating... I glanced back to see him unhooking the window, letting in a breeze. I felt my face return to normal colour. 

He returned to his desk, and I felt the gaze again. I tried keeping my thoughts busy on my feeble sketches to no avail. 

Why am I being so... childish? Not making eyecontact? Oh, real mature Claire. C'mon, get it together. 

I lifted my head up, making direct eyecontact with him again. 

This time, he had a small smirk on his face. I forced myself to hold my gaze; his emerald eyes burning into mine. I watched as he finally blinked, and heard him exhale with a smile as he looked down to read a book.

What is up with this guy..

The bell rang, and before I knew it, class was over. I sat for a moment, watching a few students file out of the room, and then grabbed my things and walked out. I glanced sideways at him, still sitting in the chair.

He didn't return the look.