Love In Glendale: Hers And His

The Offer

The rest of the class was fine, except that she oddly catches Mr. Wilsons' glances which made her awkwardly conscious but she immediately dismissed the thought. She volunteered to answer one problem that others have had difficulty solving, but found easy to solve anyways. She noticed his eyes glistened as she thinks he was expecting nobody to be able to answer. Being a math geek that she is, she needs not say she had been at an advance class in her previous school so it was actually more of a review rather than a pure new lesson for her. There were few more questions which only she was able to answer and that amazed him as well as her classmates, some of them were jealous.

"That is... correct." He inspected with amusement and looked directly in her eyes. "Seems like finally somebody from this class has some interest in the subject."

She felt her cheeks got warm as she blushed from his appreciation, if that is what that is.

What is this she is feeling? She had been praised a thousand times before but hadn't been this affected to the point of blushing.

She just went directly to her seat.

"I didn't think you were a math wiz! I think I need you to tutor me." Jean was smiling and excited. She just smiled and brush it off since she was more focused at how her new teacher gives her this unwanted feeling. "I guess you'd be his new favorite" Jean almost whispered with the tone of excitement.

After their class, all students made their way out in hurry but she and Jean went out the last. Just right before they went out of the classroom, Mr. Wilsons called her. "Miss Cortez, a moment,please?".

Her heart thumped.
Jean told her she'll go ahead and meet her at their second class. She turned flipping her hair and unconsciously, out of nervousness, bit her lips in a sexy manner. She caught him bite his lips as he remained standing beside his desk in his gaze. For a moment they just stood there staring at each other, her not knowing what she had done or what she would do.

She remained standing as he took a few steps near her, so near they could feel the warmth of each other's breath. So near she could smell the warm vanilla scent and his aftershave. He seems to be looking at her deeply as if he was touching her already. Well, it was at least what she felt but then brushed it off. However, he realized how close they were and took a step back.

"It seems to me you have an advance knowledge at your subjects Miss Cortez. Perhaps the classes you took are not that suitable for you." He directly told her.

She just froze and waited for what he's going to say next. "I think it's better if you enroll on special classes for A students. This way, your knowledge, as I see it as it is, would be more harnessed rather than in regular classes. I have an advance class at 4. You can try. What do you think?"

She frowned. She knew it. She wants to do her best but schools asking her to do advance studies always make her feel rather uncomfortable. She always wondered why lessons given to special classes aren't given to normal students as they can always learn things just the same. These things always put on extra burden to her as special classes are only intended to give A students additional knowledge. They still have to attend regular classes though.

As her mouth dries from the idea of attending advance classes again, she traced her tongue on her lips to moisten them, which was actually seductive. She then brushed her hair backwards using her fingers which made her look more sexy. She noticed he swallowed a bit but again, she chose not to linger on whatever thought it was making her think.

"I guess I have to think about it sir." She answered simply since she wasn't sure if she wanted to do advance classes again.

"Alright. But I strongly suggest it Miss Cortez." Still his eyes locked on hers making her heart beat loudly. "Very well, you should go to your next class. I don't want Sister Mary to get mad at you for being late on your first day."

Lindsy turned after saying "thank you" to head to her next class. The rest of the day were rather easy and usual. Sometimes, she just wished she could be careless and free and spontaneous all the time. But she has a dream. Her goal is to become successful to show her so called "dad" that they don't need him to succeed. Her dad left her mom when she was just 2 years old for another woman who, apparently, that time was wealthy and successful. He left them because life has been hard especially when she was born, with all their needs, the bills and everything and her mom didn't have a job that time. Remembering how her mom fought everyday for them to survive makes her more determined.