A Desire

Chapter 1

 I went to my last period. The first day back from a break is always a drill. I looked at my schedule. ELA, Sir. Urie. I sighed at the fact that I had a new teacher, again. Not surprised. I get a new teacher every semester. The bell rang as I stepped in. "Hello class! My name Is Sir. Urie. I am your teacher. Now I think we should have a community circle and share something about ourselves. Um, Let's start with you. Stand up and say your name." He said, pointing to me. "My name is Silvia Suntin, I am from Paris, Frace." I said. "Oh! Vous êtes trop français?" He asked. "Oui, Monsieur. I am bilingual." I said. He nodded and went through the rest of the class. "My name Is Brendon Urie, and I just recently got a divorce. Teaching is the only thing keeping me sane." Sir. Urie said.

He started to teach a little something about how we can comune through different types of writing. Like 'mood' and 'tone' in a story. I was honestly confused. "If you need help, I can't help unless you ask. I will hand out a test to see what I need to teach." he explained, handing out papers. He wrote 'I can't help you unless you ask' on the chalkboard. The cuffs of his black suit getting chalky. I finnished the test and handed it back to him as he collected them. "As I grade these you may have free time." He said sitting at his desk.

I pulled out my sketch book and started drawing. I didn't know what to draw so I closed my eyes and moved my head. I stopped and opened my eyes and drew the first thing I saw. Sir Urie had finnished grading the papers and handed them out. He put mine face down on my desk. I instantly knew I failed the test. I turned it over and there was a note. 'Stay after class, please.' . I looked up at him. He smiled and went to work on something. I didn't finnished my drawing of what I saw. The bell rang and everyone except me got up and left.

"Mrs. Suntin, Que se passe-t-il?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Je ne comprends pas vraiment. My family can't get a tutor so I'm stuck confused with what I'm taught." I responded. "I really need help." I said. He smirked and looked at my sketchbook. "Your good at drawing. If you need a tutor, you know where to find me. Okay?" he asked. I smiled and thanked him while I walked out of the room.

I went to wait for my mom. When she didn't come I got up and started to walk home. "Do you not have a ride?" Someone said startling me. I turned to See Sir. Urie locking the doors of the school. I shook my head. "Do you need a ride? My cars just around the corner." I graciously took up the offer. He handed me his phone for me to put my address in. we started to move. "So, Depuis combien de temps êtes-vous aux États-Unis?" He asked. "7 years. It's crazy!" I exclaimed. He chuckled a little. "Why wear you drawing me during class?" he asked. "When I opened my eyes, you wear the first thing I saw." He made the 'so that's what you wear doing when to did that one thing' face. We got to my house and he got out with me.

I opened the door to my worried mother. "Où étiez-vous?" she asked as I let Sir Urie in. "Elle était avec moi Je suis son professeur d'anglais." he responded for me. "Thank you for dropping her off. I really appreciate it." my mom said in her heavy French accent. "You weren't there. It was the least I could do." he said has my father walked through the door. "C'est son professeur." Mom said before Dad started to question. "Would you like to stay for dinner?" I asked Sir. Urie. He nodded and took off his suit coat revealing an arm full of tattoos. "I'll take that for you." I said, taking his coat and putting it on a coat rack. Mom made onion soup.

"What's the Eiffel Tower like?" He asked as my father poured red wine for the adults. "Beautiful! That's where I me Silvia's father. It was so romantic. Love at first sight!" she said. We talked a while. It was mostly Sir. Urie asking questions about France. "Could I use you're restroom?" he asked. My dad looked at me, I didn't hesitate to take Sir. Urie up to the Restroom. "Je vous remercie." He said. He spoke French very clearly. He didn't stutter. I went downstairs and finnished eating.

"Thank you for dinner, but I need to get home. A demain, Silvia." He said smiling sympathetically. "A demain." I said as he walked out. I went to my room and started on my homework. I got a text message from an unknown number,

Sir. Urie: Silvia, this is Sir Urie. I just remembered your number as I got in my car. I looked through your school file and found your phone number. Please don't be surprised when you get this.

Me: Thank you, Sir. Urie.

Sir. Urie: Please, call me Brendon. Now if you need a tutor contact me. Au revoir.

I got back to my homework, but got distracted by my unfinished drawing of him. I looked at it and pictured him in my head. For some reason I couldn't stop thinking about him. He's like, 30, and I'm only 17. I need to stop thinking and get back to my homework. That would be pedophilia if he liked me back. But my birthday is tomorrow. I thought. A scholar in high school. I stopped thinking and got back to my homework.