The Key to her Heart

Chapter Five

When I get to school the parking lot is full. I groan. Why didn't I come earlier? Every time I get to school ten minutes before first period starts I always have to search for a parking space and I hate it! When I spot a parking space in a corner, outside my (freshman) CTE class I drive over to it but before I could get to it someone else had beat me to it.
"Damn it." I shouted.
I sit back in my seat and close my eyes. I focus on my breathing and try to calm down. I hear the bell ring which meant that our (morning) fifteen minute travel time had begun. I open my eyes and place my hands on the wheel. I start to drive again and find a parking spot next to the schools exit.
It's not my favorite place to park but I'll take it. When I park my car I turn off the engine. I reach back and get my backpack. Opening the door I get out of my car. The sun was beaming which made it hot (although it is getting closer to noon which is the hottest part of the day anyway).
"Hey Alex!" A female voice said.
I look behind me and see Ms. Daggers carrying a lot of papers.
"Hey . . Ms. . . . Daggers!" I say slowly and confused.
Why is she acknowledging me now? I haven't been in her class since last year and she hasn't bothered to talk to me since. I think it's because of how rowdy I was when I was in her class.
"Would you mind helping me?" Ms. Daggers asked.
She walked up to me her eyes pleading.
"Yeah, sure, with—uh with what?" I asked, looking at the papers in her arms and how her purse is sloppily slapped on her shoulder.
"Just . . . take these to my room and I can do the rest." Ms. Daggers replies as she hands me some of the papers.
I noticed that some of her belongings in her purse were about to fall out so I grab the rest of the papers, startling her and say;
"Fix her purse if you want your stuff."
Ms. Daggers looks at her shoulder and saw how sloppily it was on it.
"Oh my—thank you." She said as she fixed her purse.
We then begin to walk to her classroom. When we turn a corner in the hall the warning bell rings.
"Don't worry if you're late to your first period, I'll give you a pass." Ms. Daggers said.
"Okay." I say.
I then feel her eyes burning a hole in my body as she studies my figure.
"I must say you're a very good looking guy." She said.
She started to make me uncomfortable. I hope she's not trying to hit on me.!
"You were good looking when you were in my class like two years ago." She adds.
I honestly don't know what to say. Erm . . . .
"T-th-thanks, I guess." I say.
Her fingertips brush against my muscles and they tighten. Does nobody else see this? Of course they don't, everyone's talking to each other, telling one another what they did this morning before they came to school. I roll my eyes. When we reach her classroom I stop walking and turn around but when I do I don't see Ms. Daggers. I look down the hall and see that she is still walking.
"Uh, Ms. Daggers!" I yell.
She turns around and looks at me. She stops walking and laughs a little.
"Sorry, I moved down the hall!" She says, beckoning for me.
Oh, I obviously didn't know that. So I continue to walk down the hall and when I catch up to her she starts to walk again. We turn another corner and when we did I bumped into someone.
"Oh, wow!" I say as papers float down from the pile in my hands.
"Sorry." The guys said.
He was a skater guy with a weird curly hairdo. The guy scooped up the papers that had fallen and put them on top of the pile in my hands.
"Sorry about that." He said.
"No problem and thank you." I say.
"Uh-huh." The guy said before continuing to walk down the hall.
"Here's my classroom." Ms. Daggers said with a smile on her face.
She reached for her keys in her black leather skirt (it a tightly fitted skirt if you ask me) and opens the door. When we enter it is pitch black in the classroom and the ceiling was slanted.
"Uh, this is . . . a cool room." I compliment, not taking my eyes off the ceiling.
"Thank you!" Ms. Daggers said. "I'm under the stairwell."
That explains the slanted ceiling. I finally take my eyes off the ceiling and walk over to Ms. Daggers desk to set the papers down. She still had her posters she had in her old room and they were put up . . . well most of them. She was missing about like . . . five to six posters, they were movie posters but still, they were missing.
"Where's your movie posters?" I asked.
"Oh up in my living room." Ms. Daggers said. "Principal Galvin came in my room and saw them up and told me I had to take them down because it wasn't school appropriate."
"They were movie posters, Disney, movie posters how is that inappropriate?"
Ms. Daggers shrugs as she starts to write on a small piece of paper. That's when I realized that there was no students in her class.
"No first period?" I ask.
"No, not this year." She replied.
The fact that she was facing her desk when she answered my question made her voice boom. She continued to write and after a while she raised up and handed me the piece of paper.
"Here you go." She said.
I grab the paper.
"Wha-what's this?" I ask.
"Your pass, now go before you're too late for class!" Ms. Daggers said.
I raise my eyebrows.
"You can be too late for class?" I asked, surprise clear in my voice.
Ms. Daggers nods.
"What happens if you're too late for class? Do you get sent home until the next period or better for the rest of the day?"
Ms. Daggers chuckles.
"No, you get sent to administration or the principals office." Ms Daggers replied.
Oh, YIKES! Getting sent to Principal Galvins office is like falling to your death. I chuckle nervously.
"I-uh-I-uh-well I better get to class!" I state.
"Uh-huh." Ms. Daggers said a smile plastered on her face.
I head for the door and walk out saying;
"Bye Ms. Daggers."
"Bye hottie—I mean Alex."
I stopped in my tracks for a second confused but then I let my questions roll off my back and continued walking but Ms. Daggers called me back. Hesitant I made my way back to Ms. Daggers who was now holding her classroom door open.
"I'm sorry about my sexual or romantic behavior towards you it's just . . ." She studies my body. "Your figure is very similar to my neighbors figure and I—never mind."
"Uh, no, no, no, no, no, and you what?" I asked.
"Have . . ." She looks nervous.
I just stare at her for a long moment.
"Have a tiny crush on him." Ms. Daggers said lowly.
"I'm sorry what?" I asked. "I couldn't hear you."
"I have a crush on my neighbor." Ms. Daggers said clearly.
"Well I can help you get his attention." I offer, also I just want to see the guy. "Uh, do you have a picture of him?"
"Yes, we went out last weekend." Ms. Daggers said.
She runs inside her classroom to get her phone from off her purse while I wait out in the hall. When she comes back out she was searching through her photos. She has a lot of photos.
"That's him." She said, showing me the picture.
It was a selfie of the two and it looked like they were at a bar. He had short brown hair that looked good on the guy, fits him well, hazel eyes and caramel skin. Good looking guy!
"He is a good looking guy." I say. "Do you have picture of his entire body."
"Yes, I do actually!" Ms. Daggers said.
She swiped through some photos and showed me a picture of the guy in his apartment. He was naked.
"Oh my God Ms. Daggers!" I yell, covering my eyes.
"Oh, oops, I'm sorry!" Ms. Daggers said, embarrassed.
She swiped through some more photos and found another picture of the guy.
"Here you go, fully clothed."
I hesitatingly look down at her phone and saw the man again. He was in a grey tank top and black and grey shorts. He looked like he was about to go work out and Ms. Daggers was right, his body was built similar to mine.
"Dreamy." Ms. Daggers said swooning.
I look at her. Her eyes were glowing.
"You've masturbated with him as your sex partner huh?" I asked.
"What!" Ms. Daggers screams, her voice echoing through the hallway.
We look down the hall and saw that some students were looking at us. She turned her attention back to me.
"No I have not!" She said, hitting my arm.
"I don't believe you." I said.
"It's . . . none of your business!"
She sounded like an offended nerd.
"Okay." I say.
The bell rang and I look up at the speakers in the wall. First period has started. Ugh!
"You better get going." Ms. Daggers said.
"Yeah." I say walking off.
Then I remembered something. I stop walking and turn around.
"Hey, do you still want my help on getting the guy?" I asked.
"Yes!" Ms. Daggers yelled excitement clear in her voice.
"Okay, I'll stop by after school and give you some tips about what guys like to see . . . women wear." I said.
"Okay." Ms. Daggers said chuckling.
"Bye!"
"Bye-bye."
I make my way out of the Literature Building and begin to head towards the Science Building. The campus still has (very few) students walking to class which is somewhat comforting because that means that I'm not the only one who's going to be late for first period. I open one of the double doors to the Science Building and walk down the hall. The hall is silent . . . except for the sound of a walkie-talkie and keys jangling which means—
"Security." I mumble.
I stop dead in my tracks and look around. To one side of me was a classroom full of people and on the other side of me was a bathroom, but not just any bathroom, the teachers bathroom. I had to make a decision and fast. Although I do have a pass from Ms. Daggers but that is not going to help me out now. I've been late to class I think one hundred fifty-five times this year and if I'm caught by security again then I'm screwed.
So what do I do? I go into the teachers restroom. I went into the women's room but who's cares there's only one toilet in there anyway and it's also free. When I get in there I lock the door behind me. I press my ear to the door to listen for the security guard.
The sounds coming from the guard just gets louder and louder. I start to panic. What do I do? I'm in a locked bathroom with only a toilet, a sink, and single light, no air vent . . . at least not that I can see. Fuck! I soon hear a knock at the door.
"In use." I say, not disgusting my voice whatsoever.
Great move Alex!
"Excuse me?" The security guard said.
Shit! I begin to think, my mind going a thousand miles per hour. When I come up with nothing I clear my throat and deepen my voice.
"This bathroom is in use."
"In the ladies restroom?"
Goddamnit! I forgot I decided to hide in the woman's restroom.
"Uh, this isn't the ladies room." I say, my voice getting pitcher with every word I say.
"Alright cut the crap, what are you doing in teachers bathroom kid, you're supposed to be in class."
I hear the sound of keys clanking against each other from the other side of the door. Well I guess I am shit out of luck. No! Don't say that Alex, think! You're not a quitter! When I hear keys enter the keyhole on the door I run to the door and when the lock is unlocked I quickly lock it back.
"Hey!" The guard yelled.
I then hear a classroom door shut. I look down at the floor and see another shadow approach the door.
"Is there something wrong, Sally?" A males voice asked.
"Yeah, some kid is I'm ditching class." Sally said.
Hold the fuck up! Sally is the security guard that's on the other side of the door?! I did hear that right . . . right? If so then she for sure can not enter this bathroom while I'm in here because she threatened to expel me from here if she ever caught me lurking in the halls again. A little 'um' escapes my lips as I begin to look around the bathroom.
There underneath the sink I see an air vent. Relief washes over my body for the first time in what felt like forever because not only was my palms starting to get slimy the blood in my ears started to boil, making my ears hot but I was starting to feel sick due to my mind overfilling with thoughts too fast. I get down on the floor and open my bag. I had screw driver in it from when my car broke down on the freeway and my repair guy gave me one of his extra screwdrivers to use for when my car breaks down at school so I just kept in my bag, who knew it would help me get out of trouble. My sweaty palms were not having a good time gripping the screwdriver but I tried my damndest to hold onto it.
My life is on the line . . . literally! When I finally unscrewed the screws in the air vent I grab my bag, place the screwdriver in it and put it on. Since I was already on my knees I got on my hands and began to crawl through the vent but my broad shoulders wouldn't let me.
"Fuck!" I curse loudly (maybe a little too loud because it echoed throughout the vents).
I crawl back out of the vent and sit on my knees and begin to think. I need help . . . and fast.