Staying With My Teacher

Chapter 2

Mr.Morrison's POV

I woke up this morning to an email saying, "Everly Hartweck will be returning to your class today. Please excuse her absence for she was sick -Martha Hartweck".That name. It sounded so familiar. I emailed back saying, "Of course I will, thank you for telling me".

I normally would just wear jeans and a jumper, but my job had a strict dress code for teachers. I pulled out a green sweater, and tan pants, with that I hopped in the shower.

After I brushed my teeth, as well as ate breakfast, I took a glance at my watch."6:50", it read. Sighing heavily, I headed out the door enjoying my last few moments of silence. I love my job, but not so much all of the noise of rowdy teenagers that comes with it.

I arrived at school at 7:00.30 minutes until classes start. I decided to play some music for my homeroom kids, once they come in, and grade my 2nd period's papers. I heard my door open and jumped.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you", she said, trying to stifle a laugh.

Then I looked up at her. Oh my god was she beautiful. She had glowing skin. Long auburn hair that reached to her back. It was made up into milkmaid braids on her head. Her eyes were blue, I could stare into them all day. Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts

"Hello? I asked if your Mr.Morrison?",she said.

"Oh yeah, um, yes I am. What's your name dear?" I said, I felt a blush rising but I quickly turned away.

"Everly Hartweck, where can I sit, sir?", she asked, in a soft voice.

I don't have assigned seats in my homeroom, but I wanted to make hers closest to my desk. I faked looking for my assigned seat paper, so I didn't look like a total creep immediately putting her by me.

"Right here," I said, getting up to show her "and don't worry about any of the assignments due in my next class".I have her 2nd period as well.

Everly H.'s POV

"Okay, thank you, Mr.Morrison".I said. There's something off with him, his eyes were boring into mine every time I looked at him. Not that im complaining, he was one of the cutest teachers in the school, according to my friend, Rachel. I think that "The cutest teacher in the school", is putting it mildly. He was practically an angel.

I spent the rest of homeroom talking to Rachel, and my other friend, Susie. Also, I clearly stole little glances at Mr.Morrison, I swear he looked at me a couple of times too. Was there something on my face? Did he see my bruises? Oh no, he probably did.

Finally, after what seems like forever, the bell rings. I take some time to gather all of my things, so the classroom is already emptied.
I had to open the classroom door, but I feel a hand on my wrist stop me.

I turn back and I gasp when I see who it is.

It's Mr.Morrison.