Teachers pet

Per. 2

Hallie's POV:
          Fuck. He's right in the middle of my auditorium. Watching me with hawk like eyes. What I heard was true. He was one of the most perfect students I've ever seen. I blanked on the speech I've been preparing for for months because I got so lost in his eyes. I look away quickly and ramble on about the course and materials the kids will need. I finish up with five minutes to spare and head back to my desk. A minute before the bell rang, I looked up to find those striking eyes looking at me again. They shook me to the core and made me feel like I was being looked through. Am I that black and white?
        As the horrid sound filled my auditorium I looked right at him and spoke to the class. "Again, I'm so glad to get to know each and everyone of you." I turned back to my desk, then took a deep breath. Oh how I still wish it was summer.
         By the end of the day I was tired and my brain felt fried. I packed up all my things and headed home. Once home I put my things away, sat on the couch, and tried to massage my oncoming migraine. I stayed there for probably 20 minutes before I went to change into my costume.
           I pulled my car in the back parking lot and headed through the performers entrance. All the other girls were back there getting ready. My teacher always shone at a time , when I was completely ready 15 minutes early. After grouping with the girls, we all hurried out to our designated pole. I was fully made up and unrecognizable, and making thousands a night for doing something that made me feel alive. I always felt guilty afterwards though. I wasn't doing anything wrong. It's not prostitution. I just felt sick to my stomach every time I got off stage.  H greatest fear was one of my students finding out about my night job. That would be so much fun to explain to the school board.