When Summer Ends [SAMPLE ONLY] *** Previously called The Perfect summer...

Copyright © 2012 Isabelle Rae.   All rights reserved.

                                                               Chapter Five

I stood there looking at him for hours, well, it felt like hours, but in reality, it was probably only a couple of seconds. This has to be some kind of sick joke or something. He’s a bartender and works as a ski instructor, he isn’t a teacher. He especially can’t be my teacher, that’s impossible. I still hadn’t taken a breath and my lungs started to burn.

 “What are you doing?” Amy hissed, grabbing my hand and pulling me back into my chair, giggling.

I couldn’t look away from him; he was just staring at me with wide eyes. Suddenly his face tightened, his eyebrows knitted together and his teeth snapped together with an audible click. His eyes turned hard, his stare boring into me making my blood seem to turn to ice in my veins. I flinched. Is he angry at me? What possible reason does he have for being mad at me? This isn’t my fault.

He composed himself a lot quicker than I did. He looked away from me, moving to his desk. “So I’m Mr Morris, I’ll be taking over from Ms Patterson this year,” he said confidently as he looked over the class. I noticed his eyes skipped over me without so much as a hint of recognition. It made my heart race.

This really can’t be happening to me, I knew this was too perfect, I knew something would come along to ruin it.

“Obviously with me being new here, and this being your first day back, we don’t want to actually do any work today, right?” he asked, smirking at the class. Everyone nodded eagerly. The girls were watching him with dreamy expressions, the boys slapping each other high fives. “So, how about we play a little getting to know you game? You each get one question for me, and I get one question for you,” he suggested, perching on the edge of his desk, flicking his head to get his hair away from his eyes. “So who wants to go first, or should we just start at the front and work our way through?” He smiled his sexy little smile, gaining him flirtatious smiles in return. He nodded to a girl who was sitting in the front row who immediately blushed and smiled. I shifted on my seat, fighting the urge to go and rip her head off. “Just tell me your name then ask your question.”

“I’m Jessica Edmunds, um… where were you teaching before?” she asked, chewing on her lip and looking at him through her eyelashes.

Slut! Stop looking at him like that.

Will smiled. “I wasn’t. This is my first teaching job. I graduated college this year and was lucky enough to be offered this position immediately,” he replied. “What’s your favourite movie, Miss Edmunds?”

I didn’t listen to her answer; I was watching him so intently that it was actually making my eyes sting. What the hell are we going to do? Maybe I’ll have to transfer schools or something or he’ll have to quit his job. Jeez he would be in so much trouble if people find out he’s dating a student.

I listened to his answers of the class’s questions as they asked them. He was twenty two, he lived alone, his favourite book was sports illustrated - which earned a laugh from the class. His favourite movie was Halloween, the original version. His favourite sport and pastime. The list went on and on of trivial facts that I mostly already knew about him and his family. The class seemed to be hanging on his every word. 

When he got to me, I noticed that his hands gripped the edge of his desk making his muscles in his arms tense. His jaw was tight. He was looking at me angrily but was obviously trying to hide it with a polite smile. “Name?” he asked.

I shifted in my seat knowing I needed to play along with the whole, ‘I don’t know who you are’ thing. “Chloe Henderson. And um, I don’t have a question,” I mumbled, squirming under his intense gaze.

He raised one eyebrow. “Okay, well I have one for you, Miss Henderson. Do you like to lie?” he asked. His beautiful grey eyes were hard and burning into mine.

Do I like to lie? What the hell have I lied about to make him ask that? “No, I don’t lie,” I answered, shaking my head in confusion.