Elena's POV
His hand intertwined with mine and we sat there, perfectly content. He turned towards me and leaned in, pausing inches from my lips. He was going to kiss me! I closed my eyes and waited for his perfect lips to collide with mine.
"Elena! Get up! You're going to be late again!" My mom yelled from downstairs.
I groaned and pulled the covers away, stumbling groggily out of my warm bed. As the refreshing water of the shower ran down my body, soaked into my long dark brown hair, and slowly woke me up, I tried to remember my dream. It had something to do with a guy... I couldn't remember. I can usually remember my dreams, my friends and I always talk about our dreams at lunch. I hated forgetting dreams. It felt like a secret that was being kept from me, and secrets were one of my biggest pet peeves.
When I got to school my friends were not in our usual spot. I was running later than usual so they must have gone to class already. I hurried up to my first period class and slid into my seat just as the bell rang. I looked up and saw a man with his back to us, writing something on the whiteboard.
"Good morning." He said, turning to face the class. I gasped when I saw his face, and he looked at me, raising his eyebrows. I was at the back of the classroom but for some reason he was the only one who heard me. The reason I gasped was because I suddenly remembered my dream. And although I had never seen him before, this man had been in it! Not only was he in my dream, we had been holding hands and about to kiss! And now he was at the front of the class, with a smirk on his face as if he knew what I had dreamed about.
"My name is Mr. Salvatore and I will be your substitute today." He continued. As he started to take attendance, I racked my brain, trying to remember if I had seen him before. I got out my iPad to text my best friends and tell them about this "Mr. Salvatore" person and how he was in my dream, but before I could type anything my iPad was snatched away. I looked up in surprise.
"Ms. Gilbert." Mr. Salvatore said with that same mischievous smirk. "There are no electronics allowed while the teacher is talking. It says so in the sub notes. Stay after class and we'll chat." I looked down in embarrassment as the class snickered, and rolled my eyes. Substitutes usually weren't so strict. Mr. Salvatore returned to the front of the class and put my iPad on the teacher's desk. I struggled to stay awake for the rest of the class, and when the bell finally rang, I walked reluctantly up to Mr. Salvatore to retrieve my iPad.
