Is it Love or Lust? [Student/Teacher] BIG CHANGE/REWRITING IS COMING SOON!

2 - Foreign Teacher and Other Trouble

04-09-14 MUST READ! ---------> Making a big change to the story, so if you are a first time reader I would like to ask you to stop after this chapter (see if you like my writing) and save this story in a reading list before you continue reading because the background story is going to be completely different! Although the general concept of my story will be staying the same, this story relies heavily on the background story.

This has some explicits here and there for those of you who don't like that, sorry! Comments are welcomed! Constructive criticism is wanted! Hope you enjoy.

05-22-13 Minor editing done; again, if you're confused about anything, feel free to message me, comment, or inbox me your questions. I would love to answer questions if you have any. Try to be specific with what you're confused about, I don't know what to clarify if you don't.  Thanks again for reading, I hope you enjoy!

                          Chapter 2 - Foreign Teacher and Other Trouble

     I sat in my physics class waiting for the new teacher to come in. The teacher who had been teaching the class had died in a car accident over the holiday break and the board just now found someone to replace her. It was sad to think about really, how someone’s life could be over in a split second because of a bad choice or certain circumstances. I laid my head down on my desk as the students piled into the class. It was mostly the kids who were really smart and the other kids who cheat their way to A’s in their classes; Stacy and her ‘crew’ along with some of the basketball and football jerks were in this class along with some of the nerds of the school. I felt a piece of paper hit me on the back of my head then land on my desk beside my face. Grabbing one of the edges of the paper, I smoothed it out and proceeded to glance at what was written on the wrinkled paper. It was a horribly drawn picture of a stick figure girl with a third grade level drawn penis in her mouth with the words below: How much does it cost? $5 - $10?

I crushed it back into a ball in my hand before throwing it into the trash can. The trash can was in the opposite corner of the room to where I was. I heard snickers as the crushed paper ball was flying mid air, but ceased once the paper ball had swished into the trash can like a basketball would in a movie. A stunned silence ensued as everyone in the classroom stared, dumbfounded, at the trash can. Even I was a little bewildered at how flawlessly the wrinkled paper ball had arched midair and landed into the trash can. The silence was interrupted by the slamming of the room door. I looked up to see who slammed it; usually Robert is the one who's always late, but I remember seeing him sitting behind Jeremy. I froze, unable to move as the man who was at Venus the first night I was there stood by the teacher’s desk. My mouth was hanging open as my eyes were wide as I stared at him. I suddenly felt very religious as I prayed to God that he wouldn’t recognize me. I kept my face down, allowing it to be shadowed by the hood of my oversized black hoodie.  All that was visible were my lips, my scarlet lips as dad had always said. He started calling out our names to take roll. I felt nauseous and ready to puke the closer he got to my name; I kept panicking, not knowing what to do if he noticed it was me. He was half way done.

     “Miss Nicolae?” My heart froze, it seemed like everything stopped. Raising my hand felt more difficult that it should have. My arm felt heavier, as if it was made of lead. I tried to say something, but my throat felt constricted. Oh God, was I having a panic attack? I swallowed hard and tired again.

     “Here.” It took me a while to figure out he pronounced my name perfectly.

     “That’s Romanian isn’t it?” He asked, his voice giving me chills that ran down my spine. His accent had somewhat disappeared but was still distinguishable. I wonder when he was last home?