Lessons From Throne

"WELCOME seniors! It's your last year of high school and the immaturity you force us to deal with, but it's fine," I sat in the back of the hot auditorium as I watched all the senior teachers stand on stage, ready to introduce themselves.

Most of the teachers I knew since most teach two grade levels of their subject, but there were only a few I didn't know personally. One of them was male, and it was his style choices that drew me in. He waited peacefully towards the back of the line to call up teachers. I paid it no mind as I sat by myself though, drowning out whatever the senior principal spoke of. It felt like it was taking forever, listening to the teachers ramble on and on, putting me in a bored trance.

The teachers all told what they taught and talked about their personality, but I only paid attention to one with the special preference of style, just a little too late, missing his name. He stood with his hands tied behind his back, his posture straight which accentuated his long and slender legs. His face was serene but eager at the same time as it glowed under the harsh lights of the stage. Our school wasn't the richest but it did okay for the past three years that I've been here. He stepped forward and like all the girls in the school, I leaned forward in my chair and listened as he spoke.

"So, I do teach 11th and 12th grade English, um," He chuckled deeply, looking to the principal for help. He looked down at the floor before continuing on with his introduction. "I am new here so please do excuse me, it's quite nerve wracking standing in front of you guys. But there really ain't much to say," he said before taking a breath and licking his lips. "So, if you see my name on your schedule, expect to have fun," He nodded, handing the mic back to the principal and slowly walking back to his spot in line. He knew he was good-looking and that was attractive.

The principal cleared his throat, switching the mic to his left hand, eyes swiping over the crowd. "Well then, excited to see this class succeed, sorry to the first hour teachers, you'll get to meet these lovely kids tomorrow. Students do please go and check in to your first hour and then proceed to you second hour, you all know the drill continuing on," He announces. The crowd all stood up, collecting in groups with their friends before they left. I swing my backpack over my left shoulder as I stand up and shrug it on to my right, pulling my phone out of my back pocket to look at the schedule I took a photo of.

As I left the crowded and overheating room, I didn't bother looking at the name but the room number. 215... upstairs, go straight. I knew this school's blueprint better than I knew my own head. As I roamed the upstairs halls before anyone got here, I saw some of the freshmen walking around still looking for their classes. I remember being in their situation, but I never had it that bad. I carried on walking to my destination with my mind set.

I took the English course that was a college course but was taught on the high school campus so I didn't have to go back and forth. I walked into the empty class and took a seat in the back, in front of the teacher's desk. Everyone walked slow in this school so I was typically always first. I had tested out of composition one and two which not everyone could do, so the class was relatively small. I had helped my best friend study for the course since she wouldn't have passed the test without my help. It was only a prerequisite so who cared if it wasn't really your work.

The projector said "Welcome to English," I big bold yellow letters with typical pictures of classic literature book covers. I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone, putting on a music playlist and reading. After reading my copy of Lolita for only a few minutes, a man walked in. It was the same man who stood on the stage. I wasn't the only person in here by now, so he paid me no mind. I frantically went to my photo gallery to look at my schedule, reading his name as "Stewart, Throne".

He looked way more interesting up closely. His haircut was a fade, the curls growing up at the top in a neat manner. He had on a plain black button up shirt tucked into black jeans, black boots to match.