WILD HUMANS (previously After School, Extra Credit.)

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4.

After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I re-assed what had just happened.

"Wait you don't have to.." I mutter, trailing off as I see his muscles flex under his shirt as he's lifting the chairs. He smiles as he walks past me, carrying three chairs at once. I blinked.

I glanced around, looking for something to make myself seem useful. I found a broom, and began sweeping the sawdust into a pile. 

We were both working in silence, aside from the dry sweeping of my broom, the scraping of chair legs on the concrete floor, and the light exhale of breath from Mr. Davidson as he lifted more chairs.

He's just being nice... I told myself, my back to him, trying to keep my mind focused on sweeping. He just saw all these chairs, and wanted to help. That's it. Calm down, Claire he doesn't have any feelings toward-

"There you go." He grunted from near the trailer. I spun around, watching as he tied the last stack of chairs securely onto the trailer. He turned to face me, strands of hair falling in his face, a few beads of sweat clinging to his forehead. He wiped them off with the back of his hand.

"Uh.. thanks. A lot. It would've taken me a lot longer." I said, laughing lightly. He smirked, tying a sturdy knot for the chairs, and showing a crooked smile. Emerald eyes flicked up to meet mine, and  caught my breath as I blushed. I looked away immediately. 

"Anytime." He said in a low voice, and stood up. I bent over to grab the sweeping tray, and began to sweep the pile of sawdust into it, when I saw a shadow come over me. Before I could look up, he spoke again.

"I didn't catch your name?" He said. I felt my mouth go dry.

"Uh, It's.. Claire." I said softly, not bothering to look up. I could hear him exhale in a smile. 

"It was good meeting you, Claire." He murmured, and I turned to see him walking off to the parking lot once more, his hands back into his pocket.

"It was great meeting you, thanks again..!" I called after him. You sound desperate, Claire. He didn't turn around. I held my breath until I heard his car start and pull out of the parking lot.

Good greif, what was up with him??? Is it just me, or is he definately hiding something... normal teachers don't just walk up and help a student- a female one, at that- pack chairs onto a trailer. 

The way he looked at me.. What was that?! I can't tell what's going on with him. 

He's probably just a perv. I mean, my shirt is kind of low-cut today.. 

Forget about it, Claire. He's a teacher. 

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts.

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I finished sweeping up the saw dust, and did a visual of the room.  Clean enough. I looked out the garage door long and hard. I sighed, and pulled the chain, closing the door. I grabbed the broom, and moved to the doorway. I looked back, exhaled, and flipped off the lights.

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