I couldn't believe it. Brody Wilson, the hot guy I bumped into this morning is my History teacher. This couldn't be happening. I was finally interested in someone, and I find out he's my teacher!
The first person Mr. Wilson saw was me. He gasped, and the whole class was staring at me. I turned beet red and sunk low in my seat.
"Alright then," he said, taking his eyes off me. "How about we all start by getting to know eachother. We'll start with the first row and go down."
Oh gosh. I thought to myself. Maybe he will accidentally skip me, and no one will know.
After a few minutes, when Emma Harrison was done telling everyone how many designer purses she has, it was my turn.
"Um.. I love reading.." I stuttered. What was there to say about me? Nothing. I had nothing to say!
"We'll need a little more information, Ms. Brown." Mr. Wilson said. I glared at him.
"My dad invented pop tarts.." I said.
"Alright then.. Katie Smith?" Mr. Wilson said, clearly getting the message I didn't want to share anything.
The rest of the class, I was barely paying attnetion. All I could think about was my teacher. I mean, why didnt he tell me he was the History teacher? Did he think maybe that I didnt have him as my teacher? I am not going to see him. No. Mackenzie Brown, I forbid you from talking to Brody Wilson!
"Alright class, remember to do your homework!" Mr. Wilson said as the bell rang. "Um, Ms. Brown may I speak to you for a second?"
"Sure." I said. Why did I say sure?! I should have said I had to go...
Katie winked at me as I headed towards Mr. Wilsons desk.
"Mackenzie, I just want to be clear that there is no--"
While Mr. Wilson was talking, Vice Principal White came into the room and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Wilson, I need you in my office please."
"I'll be right there. Let me just explain the homework to Mackenzie." When she left the room, Mr. Wilson said, "Mackenzie, I have to go. Meet me at Starbucks at 5 pm today."
And with that, he left the room.
