A Proscriptive Relationship

A Proscriptive Relationship: o2

"Let's meet up in the hall after we get our schedules," I suggested, wanting to drop my jacket off in my locker.

"Sounds good to me," Casey agreed, pulling off her hat and running a hand through her hair. "See you in a bit."

The six of us split up, heading to our assigned homeroom. Lance and I were in the same homeroom, so we went off together. He babbled on about his summer and how he visited his friends back in England. He had moved here to Massachusetts a few years back, when we were freshman, and we had been best friends since.

I entered my homeroom and walked to where my seat was for the past three years and wasn't surprised to find my schedule on the desk. I picked it up and scanned it quickly. The only name that stood out from the rest and that I didn't recognize was Chris Heywood. He must be the new Biology teacher, I thought.

"What periods do you have double biology?" Lance called from across the room.

"Fourth and fifth," I returned, scanning down the sheet of paper for my locker combination. I located it and read it a few times to memorize it.

"So do I!"

"Awesome," I responded, stuffing my schedule into my pocket. "I'm going to my locker to put away my coat."

I left Lance in the classroom and headed out into the now jammed hallway. A few of my friends called out greetings to me as I passed by them. Maneuvering around the crowds of students, I finally managed to make it to the senior hall where my locker was located. It was right on the corner. I spun the combo slowly and surprisingly opened it on my first try. A little laugh left my lips when I noticed the small drawing off a muffin I had drawn back in ninth grade was still on the door. The janitors still couldn't get it off. I let go of the locker door and began to pull my arms out of my jacket, only having a little difficulty. Suddenly, there was a quiet thud and my locker banged shut, catching the edge of my nose. "Ow!" I cried, pulling away from my now shut locker and slapping a hand to my nose.

There was quick intake of air from beside me and I twirled around to come face-to-chest with someone. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a young man with messy brown hair... I gasped when my eyes landed on the familiar, attractive grey eyes of my mystery man. He looked just as surprised, if not more, to see me. My mouth went dry and my mind blank. I definitely was not expecting to see him here.

We continued our mini staring contest for a few more moments. Once again my eyes were glued to his, unable to look away. Eventually the came out of his shock and his lips curved up. "Don't go falling for my good looks already," he commented, flicking my forehead.

I winced from the sudden contact and rubbed my forehead, glaring at the man while a light blush spread to my cheeks. "I—I'm not. I just wasn't expecting to see you here."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Neither was I."

I frowned at his annoyed expression. Why was this guy at my school? Was he a transfer student? There was no way he could be a freshman. He looked way too old. Definitely not a sophomore. Maybe a junior, but most likely a senior like me. Maybe he was a transfer student!

"Hey."

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked back up at handsome transfer student. "Yeah?"

"Can you tell me how to get to room 1054?" he requested, his eyes never leaving my face. They held some kind of emotion I couldn't recognize in them. 

I tried not to think about it. Room 1054? The room number corresponded with my locker number. Smiling slightly, I nodded to him and pointed the way he had just come. "You go down this hallway, and take a right into the hallway that's painted blue. It'll be the last door at the end of the hallway before the stairs."

He clicked his tongue and frowned. "I must have passed it. Oh well. Thanks."

"Sure thing," I responded, peeling my eyes away from his  face, remembering it was rude to stare.

After a few seconds I heard him start walking away and I spun the combo to my locker and opened it again. I stuffed my jacket inside and bit my lip, wondering about my mystery man. We didn't usually get transfer students. The school was small and not many people lived around here. What were the odds of him showing up?

"Holly!" someone cried and I turned to see Casey running towards me. "Holly, oh my god!"

"What?"

"I just saw the new biology teacher!" she exclaimed, looking excited. "He is hot!"

"Eh? Where'd you see him?" I asked, looking down the hall. "Is he still there?"

"No! He walked this way. Didn't you see him?"

"No, but listen—" I started, but she cut me off.

"Oh boy. Your thoughts about science teachers will be changing now. Wait until you see him. He looks so young!" She gushed, her eyes wide with excitement. "What period do you have bio?"

I laughed at her excitement. "Fourth and fifth."

She groaned, hanging her head. "You have to wait that long to see him?"

"Apparently so," I responded, more interested in telling her about my mystery man. "Listen to this—"

The homeroom bell rang and I scowled. Now I had to wait. If she was that excited over a teacher, I could just imagine her excitement over a new hot transfer student. Transfer students were datable, unlike teachers.

I sighed and started off towards my homeroom. I had to admit I was kind of excited to see the new biology teacher and that it was disappointing how I had to wait until fourth period, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. He was just a teacher.

When I entered my homeroom and searched for the mysterious, hoping to see him in my homeroom. A frown spread across my face when I couldn't locate him. Hopefully I'd at least be able to see him again today. It's be great if I had some classes with him too... The announcements came on and I quickly hurried towards my seat next to Lance. He grinned up at me and I smiled back. I just had to wait and find out.