This morning I woke up with a smile on my face, mainly because I had a lovely little dream last night. Which by the way has put me in an excellent mood, I am so ready to face the day; not so ready however to face Mr Henry that man has seriously made me rethink somethings. I'm still not going to be one of those girls though that gets with their teacher. As I'm already geared for today all I have to do now is choose my outfit and get all my stuff together, outfit first though. Today I'm going to spice it up a little less hobo chic and more chic- I'm sure my wardrobe is up to the task.
My walk to school doesn't take that long and at school I spot Jules and Taylor over by my locker, I feel eyes on me as I walk; guess my outfit was a good choice then. This outfit and that dream are an unstoppable combo I mean I feel amazing right now. My mood, if possible, is boosted by Jules' comment as I walk up to my locker. "Whatever this is I'm loving it and I don't care why this has happened or who caused but this is great." which is closely followed by this stupid comment from Taylor; "someone call the fire department this girl is on fire." Even though that comment was ridiculous the three of us can't help but laugh. After grabbing my books, we go to our homerooms.
When I walk in, I again feel eyes on me though I don't whose eyes they are, "teach was looking at you." I'm told by Jules as I take my seat. My response is to roll my eyes which Jules questions. "Okay why the eyes?"
"I'm not in the mood."
"You were yesterday."
"Well, that was yesterday, I can't believe I thought like that you know. Or even spoke to him like that, I don't want initiate it."
"So, from what I can hear you don't want to start it but it's fine for him too."
"Yeah, because my whole problem with these relationships is that the teacher never feels the same, they don't go in for love but just for some thrills. so, if he starts it then I know he isn't in it totally for pleasure- he must feel something.
"Ok then." We just sit and catch up for the rest of homeroom before we go our separate ways.
Third lesson quickly came around which meant it was now English and a glorious hour with the man I was trying to avoid. From his current expression however, I could tell this lesson was going to great; you can hear the sarcasm right. Once everyone was seated, he stood up and cleared his throat, he was ready to talk. "I am going to be blunt; your creative writing pieces yesterday were not at the standard I wanted them to be so today I'm going to give you another chance to impress me. This time I have no prompts or titles, I want this idea to come from you. Do whatever you want but please keep it school appropriate. You will have the next two lessons to plan and write. At the end of the lesson, I want you to hand me what you have so far and I will get them back to you tomorrow. So have fun and let those creative juices flow."
My mind right now was in one place and one place only- the seductive zone. Not to be cocky, but with my skills I think I can do that tame and tasteful. I'm thinking a couple getting ready for that special moment- I will add some romance to balance out the seductiveness. The plot seems to flow through me so easily. I've been so caught up in writing that I didn't notice that Mr Henry was reading over my shoulder, looking up at him I flash him a smile. I feel his breath on my neck and hear these words whispered in my ear, "has anyone told you that outfit is incredible."
After that little comment he goes to check on everyone else's work. "I'm guessing that counts as him instigating things." says Jules. All I do to respond is nod and sit in a daze for the next 15 minutes and then decide to leave Mr Henry a note. 'Guessing you approve of this look.' I walk down to his desk to pretend to pick up a pencil when instead I leave the note- what can I say I'm just super sneaky. Now what to do for 15 minutes? Oh, I know sit around and brainstorm the rest of this story.
