Secret Kisses

1.

"ouch" I said as I fell down. I was clumsy and it didn't help that i was multitasking. I was putting away my iPod into my bag and walking at the sometime that I didn't notice the person in front of me. I dropped my iPod. A boy with black hair that was long but sticking out in different directions and the palest green eyes was on the ground next to me. He too dropped his iPod. "I'm so sorry I wasn't watching where I was going and I'm so uncoordinated." I said. "it's okay. No blood no foul." he grabbed his iPod and stuck his hand out to me. I picked up my iPod and grabbed his hand. His hand was soft, with a couple calluses.

He pulled me up. I fixed my glasses and he was starring at me. I let go of his hand. "I'm Sebastian Sinclare."he said. He was a handsome boy. "Jayla Dawson." I checked my wrist watch my psychology class was starting."nice meeting you. Again sorry. Gotta jet." I smiled and hurried to the psychology. It was my second semester in college and I was taking my Liberals. I walked into class and it was packed. It was mostly adults. I was only seventeen. I had really good test scores and got tested out of high school my sophomore year. I then went to community college and then transferred to university. Yes I was a total nerd. I got teased a lot in high school and I'd get the highest grades. I got bullied verbally and couldn't handle it. The teacher wasn't in yet so I took the only seat in the middle. Five minutes later, Sebastian walks in. Too bad there wasn't a seat for him.

"okay class I'm your new psychology professor. Mr. Sinclare. I presume you all have your text books. I will distribute my course syllabus that contains my email if you have any questions and what I expect out of you guys. There is also a calendar and the assignments we'll be doing each week." Sebastian said. I mean Mr. Sinclare. I can't believe he was a teacher. He looked so young. I was gawking at him. He looked at me and smiled. I immediately looked down.

"okay you all probably heard about Freud. Who can tell me something about him?" he asked the class. I boldly raised my hand. "he believed that dreams were our desires, fantasy, sexual desires and repressed thoughts surfaced in our dreams. He believed in psychoanalysis" I said. Mr. Sinclare was looking me in the eyes. Very good Ms. Dawson. Have you taken psychology before?" he asked. "I took it online but it mainly focused on the fathers of psychology. Not the survey of psychology." I said. He smiled. "very well. Anyone want to add on?" he said. Nobody raised their hand. The class went by quickly. He gave us the first chapter to read. I had this class twice a week ever Tuesday and Friday.

I packed up my things and went to my Piano class. I took piano because I was attracted to people who could play. I wanted to learn. It was till early yet so I walked to my dorm to put away my psychology book. It was so heavy. I then started to walk to piano class. There wasn't so much people. There was multiple pianos. A grand piano at the front. Two baby pianos on the side and fifteen key boards facing the grand piano. It was beautiful. There were like five people sitting down behind a piano. I chose on in the front and began to touch the keys. I wonder who the instructor was. The last instructor moved and they didn't have a replacement. The door opened and the teacher walked in. How did I know he was the teacher? Because he was the same teacher as my psychology class.

"Jayla?" he smiled. "hey mr. Sinclare" I smiled and pushed up my glasses. "stalking me?" he laughed. "no. I didn't even know you were teaching." I said. "I wasn't supposed to teach this class but the school was desperate and when they saw my resumé, and saw that I played the piano, they begged me to teach." he said. "oh that sucks. You teach twice today." I said. "yea unfortunately" he smiled. "okay class I'm your new teacher Mr. Sinclare. Wow this is a small group." he said. He then passed out a sheet of paper with the keyboard and the notes. He made us do finger exercises and we learned the scales. Our homework was to learn the notes and practice our scales. He ended class and the room emptied fast. I was still putting away my things, when I dropped my sheets everywhere. I sighed and went to retrieve them. "you really are clumsy" he mused. He bent down and helped me pick up the sheets. "yea I am." I started to stand but he stopped me by putting his hand my shoulder. "watch out you were going to hit your head on the bench. " he laughed. "oh thanks."I slowly got up and so did he. He handed me my sheets of papers. "I can tutor you with the piano if you want to." he said out of nowhere. I looked up at him. "sure that would be great." I said. "when are you free?" he asked me. " Fridays and Saturdays and Sundays." I said. "great we can tutor here on Fridays. And I have a piano at home. So if you want you're free to tutor on the weekends. " he said. That would be weird. But he sounded like he wanted to. And I did want to get better. "sure sounds great." I said. He smiled. "great so 3pm on Fridays and 5pm on Saturday Sundays. Here's my address." he handed me a piece of paper. "thank you but you don't have to if you're busy. I don't want to intrude." I said. "nah it's fine." he said. "thanks mr. Sinclare." it felt so weird to have a outside friendship with my professor. "no prob. I doubt you need help in psychology. I'm glad you spoke up today." he said. "yea I'm pretty good academic wise but everything else I suck at." I said. "I doubt that. " he said. I wonder how old he was. I don't know why but I felt a connection with him. He was starring at me. "well I should go." I said. He nodded. I waved goodbye and went to my dorm.

I kept thinking about Mr. Sinclare. I know I shouldn't. He was probably in his twenties and I was seventeen. Turning eighteen in a month. I was still a kid to him. That sucked. I sighed and went to bed.