Teacher, Teacher (Student X Teacher)

Chapter III

I sat in the library before school reading To Kill A Mockingbird. I read it a long time ago for school and hated it, but I thought I'd try it again now on my own time. I had my headphones in, though I wasn't listening to anything. I just liked to drowned out the noise of everyone else talking. It was nice to just feel alone for a second, even if I wasn't.

Suddenly, I felt a hand brush across my neck. I looked up and saw Mr. Cooper standing over me, and I pulled out my headphones.

"You're reading while listening to music?" He asked.

"Oh no, I just put these in to make it a little quieter. It's peaceful," I smiled.

"I see your reading my favorite novel."

"Yeah," I smiled. "See, I read it when I was younger and I think the part where we read it in class and I had to sit through fourty five minutes of popcorn reading and mispronunciation made me not like it. I decided to take both of the things you said yesterday and read this book... again. And I am loving it so far."

"Well that's great. I'm glad I could help." He started walking away, when he turned around and started to say something.

"And, I thought I should just mention you looked really nice yesterday. I don't usually say that to students but I didn't know if anyone had mentioned it to you. I thought they would've... you probably have a boyfriend... if not, I just wanted to... I felt it should've been said by someone." He smiled awkwardly, but so adorably. Then his eyes widened and he started again, "but you look nice every day! You always look nice. I'm not saying you look bad you look..." He looked me over before he shook his head and took a deep breathe before saying, "I could tell you took extra time in the morning, and I wanted to say you looked nice, as usual." Then he gave me a smile and walked away.

Oh my God. What just happened.

I was sitting next to "Tabby" (her nickname now apparently) and I could feel his eyes. They weren't hard to miss. I could see bright blue out of my peripherals and I knew he was looking this way. I didn't know if he was looking at me though. I sat my book down and took a cute "yawn-stretch", before glancing towards him. Immediately he darted his eyes, and I could only hope.

When the bell rang, I packed up my things when I heard a student walk over, and start talking. I couldn't help myself but to eavesdrop.

"Will you be at the chess club meeting tonight? It was a lot of fun with you there last time. Mr. Wilcox can get pretty monotone." He laughed.

"Aw man, sorry, I can't. I have a date tonight.

My heart dropped. My eyes burned. A date? First, why is he going on a date? Second, why was I so jealous? It's not like anything was going to happen. I was stupid for thinking it was. I grabbed my bag and pushed pass as many people as fast as I could.

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"So you're going? Yay!" Hannah yelled over the phone. "I can pick you up?"

"I kind of want to drink, so I need to know who's driving. I'm not driving home with drunk people."

"It's this guy named Jonathan. He's the one who got us the fakes. He's really responsible, like you. You'll love him."

"Okay, when will you be here?"

"Is eight okay?" She asks. I think it over for a second, still unsure about what to tell my parents.

"Yeah, eight's fine." I say.