Chapter Two
-------------------------------- Vote if you are already in like with Aze------------
It was already time for third period and I still hadn’t seen Aze all day. I was starting to get frustrated. He’d told me he was going to be here!
“Hey, Jace!” Addie says cheerfully, joining me on my walk to class.
“Hey.” I reply flatly.
“Soooo, did you hear?” she asks.
“Hear what?”
“Miss Mackenna went into labor so we’re gonna have a sub for the next few months. Word is, he’s a total hottie!!”she babbles. But I don’t pay attention. Who cares about some old dude, where’s my ‘total hottie’??
“You’re late.” says the sub as I walk in. I look up and see Addie already seated. Traitor.
Then I look at the substitute teacher and --Holy Lady GaGa’s knockers. Its Aze!!! Immediately my mood brightens until I realizeà it’s Aze! Aze is going to be my teacher for the next six months!
“Uh, yeah. My apologies.” I say before quickly scurrying to my easel.
‘Hello, everyone. My name is Aze. But you may call me Mr. Avant and I am going to be your Art teacher for the next few months,” he walks over to the board and writes his name, “now from my understanding you guys were focusing on still lives. However, I am changing the curriculum. And from now on, we will be painting and sculpting Abstract Art. Before I pass out the new syllabus, are there any questions?”
Immediately, all the girls’ hands fly up.
“Are you single?”, “How old are you?”, “Do you like younger women?”
Aze—er, Mr. Avant laughs, “Yes, I’m single. I’m going to be nineteen next year, and I am a homosexual.” he says bluntly.
Sighs of defeat echo from around the room—including Addie!! This is going to be a long next few months...
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I’m boycotting Addie. I absolutely just simply cannot believe she’d fallen like jelly over the new substitute. That bag of moldy jelly beans! Next time I see her I am going to give her a piece of my mind! And oh…never mind I’m boycotting her. Almost forgot.
As I am walking home, Aze pulls up next to me in a red SUV. I snort. I’d kind of figured him to be the shiny sports car type of guy.
“Get in.” he says, slowing slightly. I shake my head at him, “No thanks.”
“It wasn’t a question.” He replies.
“I’d prefer to walk.”
“Stop being a Diva and get in, I’m taking you somewhere.” Aze says, sounding annoyed.
Rational: Run! Now! He’s dangerous! And he’s your teacher.
Irrational: Correction; substitute. C’mon, the guy is barely eighteen. And you’re seventeen. It’s legal! Get in! Get married! Move to Vegas!
Rational: ???
Irrational: Maybe a little overboard?
Rational: A lot overboard.
