I Think I Like It

What do you expect me to say? That I turned into some fucking fairy princess because I had a crush on my teacher? No fucking way. I left his classroom feeling…invigorated, I suppose, but no different other than that. All it really meant is that I blushed like a fuckin’ schoolgirl when he sat on a table near me at lunch that day, and I couldn’t stop staring at the way he laughed, or the way the sunlight (what there was of it) shone off his red hair.
One of my friends noticed it, and shook my arm a little.
“Dude, you wanna fuck Mr. Way or nah?” he said, only half joking. I chuckled and shook my head.
“Nah, I thought I saw a hot girl at the other end of the hall.” I said sheepishly, and hoped that that had covered it up which, apparently, it had. I looked down at the table and cursed myself silently, before letting my eyes drag back up to take one last glance at him.
And, of fucking course, he was already looking at me.
I felt my pulse jump in my neck as the blood flooded my face. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, even as his eyebrows rose in surprise, his mouth forming something between a smirk and a look of disbelief, before settling on a smirk. That slimy, self-satisfied smirk that always annoyed me (but that I didn’t mind now, given the circumstances).Next to him, one of the other teachers started talking. He rested his chin on one of his hands, turned to them briefly to respond, and then let his eyes fall back to me. He squinted and nodded, seeming like he was listening to what they were saying, while he was… what was he doing? Examining me? Like I was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen – he’d known me for two years, surely he’d have known before now if I were interesting. I laughed a little to myself at my own hypocrisy, and saw his eyebrows furrow, as if he was wondering what I was laughing at. His intense gaze made me drop my smile immediately, and I shifted slightly in my seat, highly uncomfortable, but still unable to look away.
“Stop staring at me” he mouthed suddenly, his face breaking into a smile. I chewed my lip and looked, down, feeling my face flush. When I looked back up, he was still grinning like a child in a candy store, and I couldn’t help but smile back. Something the teacher next to him said grabbed his attention, and he half-turned away from me to answer them. I took the opportunity to tune back into my friends’ conversation.
“…great tits though. Shame about her face.” One of them was finishing. I wrinkled my nose at what I’m sure was a very disrespectful comment.
“Frank, how was that girl you went out with on Saturday? Sarah? Shannon?”
“Susan. Yeah, she was fine.” I shrugged. Truth be told, she was not fine. She was boring, but since she had a ‘great ass’ and ‘nice tits’, I was expected to like her.
“What’s the matter, wouldn’t she put out?” they laughed. I laughed with them.
“Something like that.” I agreed, and let them continue with their conversation around me. Taking a deep breath, I let my eyes flick back up to Mr. Way. He was still half turned away from me, and I saw his fingers slowly undoing his tie, pulling it down a little bit from the tight loop that had been across his neck. He looked at me from under his eyelashes, smirked, and pulled the loop down another inch. Jesus Christ.

I had never been so happy to hear the damn bell for last lesson ring. I fought the urge to stand up straight away, and waited for all of my friends to slowly rise, not wanting to seem suspicious.
Of course, since the universe seems to fucking hate me, as soon as I did stand up, I walked straight into the one person I really didn’t want to walk into, and managed to spill his coffee all over him. I felt my blush rising as I stammered for words.
“I’m…so sorry…I didn’t…shit….sorry….” I stammered, my palms sweating. He chuckled and made a feeble attempt to wipe himself down.
“It’s fine…not like I liked this shirt anyway.” He sighed. I felt bad, but more than that, I just wanted to get out. He looked at me for a second, and then smiled.
“It’s not your fault. You were clearly distracted. It can happen to anyone.” He said smoothly. I blushed even harder.
“Yeah. Could happen to anyone.” I repeated.
“Wanna tell me why you were so distracted?” he asked, angling his body towards me.
“No reason.” I said defiantly. He chuckled and put his hand on my shoulder. It was rougher than I was used to from him, but I wasn’t complaining at all.
“Well, like I said earlier, Frank. You can come talk to me about anything and I’ll…do my best to help. As much as I can.” He said, and his words seemed to hold a different meaning – or maybe I imagined it.
“I appreciate that.” I said coldly, but my voice was weak. His eyes lit up with amusement and he pushed past me –maybe a little bit unnecessarily – to get out of the canteen.
“Dude, what’s his issue?” my friend said from behind me. I hadn’t realized he was still there, and felt my blush come back.
“Don’t know. He’s a weird guy.” I mumbled, making my way out of the hall.

I’d have been fine. I’d have been fucking fine if I’d just got the hell to my next lesson. I had math, which was completely mind-numbing and absolutely perfect to make it impossible for me to over think what had just happened. This was moving faster than I’d liked – not only did I start finding my teacher attractive but he, on the same fuckin’ day, shows an interest in me? Was that a romantic interest or what? I had no idea. It was a weird day, and I knew the dull buzz of mathematics in my head would make everything seem normal again.
Or it would have, if I hadn’t fucking looked in the window. All of the classroom doors had windows on them, and I, as I walked past Mr. Way’s classroom, peeked in out of habit and curiosity. Of course, the motherfucker was topless.
I blushed and faltered in my step for just a second, but it was a second long enough for him to turn around and see me staring at him. This time, though, I wasn’t caught in his gaze – in fact, just the opposite. I turned on my heel and got the fuck out of there, feeling tears welling up in my eyes for no reason.

By the time I got to my lesson I was mostly composed, and sat myself down in my chair for a lesson of mind-numbing dullness. I’d only just got my book out, though, when a very smiley redheaded asshole stuck his head in the doorway.
“Sorry to interrupt, but could I borrow Mr. Iero for a second?” he asked. My teacher, a thin, brown-haired woman looked at him for a moment, then to me and shrugged.
“Sure.” She said, turning back to the board. I grabbed my bag and walked out of the class, trying not to notice the eyes trained on me as I left – probably jealous because I got to leave. Little did they know, I’d had given anything to stay in there with them.

“I think we need to talk.” Mr. Way said, his face serious. I gulped and felt my palms heat up. This was it. My short-lived crush was going to get me into trouble already.
“Um, sure.” I said, realizing he expected an answer.
“I just want you to know that I don’t make it a habit of changing during school hours. It was just I didn’t want the coffee sticking to me and…yeah. I don’t know. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He said in a rush. I stared at him for a minute, then beamed, absolutely relieved.
“Oh…no worries. It was an accident. I wasn’t bothered by it.” I assured him. He smiled and nodded to say goodbye. I was about to go back into class, when he spoke again.
“By the way Frank. Didn’t your Mother ever tell you not to stare?” he said, his eyes alight with…what was that? Amusement? I chewed my lip, and grinned right back at him.
“She sure did. Did yours?” I retorted. He faltered for a second, and then laughed.
“See you tomorrow, Frank.” He chuckled. I took a moment to compose myself, and then went back into class, barely able to hide the grin on my face.

Notes

I know, it's the second one I've uploaded today! I might even do another one because I'm using this story as a means to procrastinate from real life.