Teacher x Student

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I tried walking right past him but I got stopped. "Is your car fixed?"

I moved out of the door way for other kids to come through. "No, my dad bought the wrong battery and he's going to come later after work to replace it with the right one."

I noticed he was wearing jeans and a black shirt. He's just like me; dress nice only on the first day.

He looked down at me while talking this time. "Do you have a ride home today?"

"Um...actually no. I don't," I looked behind me at Shelly and she was trying to listen to the conversation. She had her chin resting in her hand, pretending not to listen.

Mr G closed the classroom door as he replied to me not having a ride home. "If you need one, I'm okay with taking you home again."

"Yeah, sure. That'd be nice. Thank you," I smiled and sat down next to Shelly.

"So, date?" She asked, giving me a big smile.

"Shelly you're crazy."

History went by slow. My next three classes didn't though. I was waiting on fourth period to end, I wanted to ride home with Mr G already. I don't know why..

As soon as the bell rang I darted out the room and headed toward his classroom.

His door was unlocked, so I just opened it. "Hey Mr G," I smiled.

"Hey, give me a second. I need to grab some folders and stuff," he told me while gathering some stuff.

I sat on one of the tables and stared outside the window, watching kids scramble to their next class. I'm glad I only have these four classes.

Mr G interrupted my thoughts, "ready?"

I nodded yes and we walked out of the room.

"So Mr G..do you like teaching? Even though it's only your second day?" I laughed. I didn't try to look at him because he was too tall.

"Just call me Austin," he smiled. "And yeah. So far on this second day everything's been fine. It's fun. The students here are polite and kind, I'm assuming it's because you guys are all seniors and mature."

"Well.. maybe. Not all of us are mature." This was true. If anything most of us weren't mature at all. I was probably the most mature of all senior class.

"We'll see," he quickly said. We came up to his truck and it was parked closer to the school than yesterday.

I went up to the passenger side but I guess we both did at the same time because as I put my hand on the handle so did he and he didn't move it. I looked at our hands touching and looked at him.

I slowly removed it and he opened the door for me, holding out his hand to help me.

As soon as he got in and threw his stuff to the back he sped off down the road.

"You hungry?" He said with one hand on the steering wheel and leaning on the other.

"I don't know," I replied.  I really didn't. All I'm thinking about is being in a vehicle with him. He's really attractive and I've never felt attracted toward someone. I sound insane. As I looked at his arm I noticed a tattoo on the inside of his left forearm. It was Roman numerals. And another tattoo on his right bicep. It was a design traveling up his arm, going to his shoulder it looked like. It almost looked like fire but pointy, if that made any sense.

"You don't know? We can-"

"What's that tattoo?" I interrupted.

"The one on my left arm is my dads death date. And this on my right arm is just a tattoo my brother and I matched," he explained and put his right arm down so I could see it better.

I had the urge to touch it, so I did. I traced the tattoo and he looked at me with his baby blue eyes, not even telling me to stop.

"I've wanted one for a long time," I said in a low voice.

"I got these at 16. I don't regret it either."

I just turned my eyes back to the road. "And to answer your question, no. I'm not hungry," I told him.

"Okay, I'll drop you off then," he smiled and looked out the window.

The drive to my house was quick. I though it would last longer. "Is anybody home?" He asked.

"Nope."

"Mind if I just pull into your drive way?"

I nodded my head giving him permission and he did so. He got out, coming around as I opened my door. I grabbed my bag and put it on my shoulder.

I went to jump down but my foot got stuck some how and for a second I thought i was going to trip and fall, but I didn't.

Two large hands were on my waist and I was face to face with his chest. I knew my mouth had to be open because of the shock.

"Wow, you okay?" He asked, looking down at me. He didn't move away from me, I didn't move either. We were almost touching.

"Y-yeah. I'm good," I mumbled. The wind came up and I smelt his cologne and it was the best smelling thing ever. It was strong.

I looked around and he released his hands and cleared his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"So, I'll uh see you tomorrow in class Dakota?"

"Yeah, see you Mr G," I said.

"Austin. Please," he said.

"Oh right, sorry. See you Austin," I smiled and walked fast up to my door. I dug for my keys and shoved them in the door.

As soon as I got in side I laid on the couch, replaying what had just happened.