She sighed as she sat down. "Hmm, why does she sigh so much?" I wondered. "Oh, well, it's not any of my business." I muttered to myself. She sat down at her usual seat. I got an idea.
"Nuh, uh, you sit up here," I told her, pointing to a chair in front of my desk. She looked sad and I wonder why. Maybe she didn't enjoy my amazing company. "Oh, come on, you've been bugging her all day. Maybe she's not used to being teased. Yeah, that has to be it," I decided. Suddenly I heard myself speak.
"What's with all the sighing? I can't be that bad, can I?" I raised one eyebrow and she smiled. She looked so cute with a smile, not a frown on her face. "Calm yourself, she's just a student." I scolded myself. She suddenly talked.
"No, it's not you, it's my family. They are always going away and traveling, so I don't really see much of them. They just got back from one of their trips, and they bought me a car, but that doesn't really make up for all the time they spent away form me. When she was finished talking, I saw a tear run down her face. "Aww, don't cry," I told her silently. She angrily wiped her tears away, like she didn't want anyone to see her so weak. "She's not weak," A voice in the back of my mind whispered. "Shut up!" I told it.
"I'm sorry. If I knew you were having trouble at home, I would have laid off. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that... you intrigue me." I muttered the last part, not really wanting to say it. It makes me sound like a lovesick fool.
"What was that?" she asked me, cupping her hand to her ear like I did earlier. I smiled. She's funny.
"I said, I was just curious about you. You're not like the other girls." I smiled. "Ugh, I sound so weird right now!
"What do you mean?" She asked me. I was caught off guard for a second. I gathered my thought quickly.
"Well , all the other girls try to flirt with me, and you don't. I mean, I appreciate that because it's nice not to be hit on by hormonal teenagers, even guys, but i'm just curious why not." I finished saying. I saw her playing with her hands. She looked like she was nervous.
"Ummm, well, probably because you're off-limits for beign a teacher, and I'm really not all that interested in dating guys right now...or girls," she said quickly. I was surprised. How did she know I was going to make a comment on her liking girls instead?
"How did you know I was going to say that?" I asked her. She chuckled.
"Well, your eyes get a glint when you're teasing me, and my dad said the same thing this morning, and that's what I said to him." She laughed. I started laughing along with her.
"How come you're being so nice all of a sudden? I kind of liked it when we were butting heads." She blurted out. She suddenly blushed and looked down. I decided to make her laugh.
"Well, it's just because I'm a nice person and I'm FABULOUS!" I said in a high girly voice. She started laughing. She was laughing so hard she fell off the chair and hit the floor, and she was still laughing! Someone needs to tell her about decaffeinated coffee! I chuckled. Then I stared down at her for a while. She looked so beautiful with a smile on her face, and she was literally glowing! Her hair looked like molten chocolate, I just wanted to eat it..."okay, diverted before this gets creepy." I mentally smacked myself. "What is wrong with me?" I asked myself.
"Uh, Mr. Eriksson, what are you staring at?" She asked me, still laughing, looking up at me. Oh, crap! what do I say!?I smiled.
"Please, call me Sven. I was just staring at you because, you act so crazy, but you're a nice girl. Why do you wear boy's baggy clothes? Just wondering." She blushed again.
""Well, I just don't want people to think I'm flaunting or anything. I don't need to impress people to have a good time and make friends. I already have friends that love me and would do anything for me, and I feel the same way about them. It's jut that I don't feel the need to wear clothes that show off what I have when I don't care." She took a deep breath. She was so cute! My mouth was hanging open. She smile self-consciously. I shook my head.
"When you put it that way, I think I get it. I have a sister that's the exact same way. She feels like that too." I told her. Well, it was true!
"Sven, it's just a question, but do you really have a girlfriend?" She asked. I started blushing. Me! Blushing! What is she doing to me?
"Aww, you're blushing!" She told me. I almost laughed.
"Shut up!" I told her playfully.
"No," I told her suddenly. She looked confused.
"No what?" she asked. I chuckled.
"No to your question. I'm single. I don't have a girlfriend." I whispered to her.
"Thought as much," she said with a smile on her face. Wait what?
"Wait, how did you know? I told Katy I had a Girlfriend!" I said, confused. She laughed. It sounded like the tinkling of wind chimes in the spring...Okay, that's enough.
"Anyone who has any sense tells teenage girls, especially ones with fake eyelashes and possibly fake boobs too, that they are in a relationship. It doesn't stop them from flirting, but it does stop them from throwing themselves at you. Well, most stop from throwing themselves at you." She told me. I just stared at her. Then I started laughing like I used to before... no, not going there. She jumped.
"Jeesh, tone it down." She said, covering her ears. Then she smiled. It looked so pure, I choked on my laughter. She came over and slapped my back a couple times. Each time she touched me., I felt like I was on fire! I stopped croaking.
"Thanks," I croaked. She smirked.
"I can't have my teacher die on me when I was supposed to be in detention. The girls would think I did it on purpose so that they can't have you." she said innocently. I started laughing like a maniac again. This was fun! She looked up at the clock. Ha, she thought I would forget about the extra time!
"Hey, so what kind of music do you like?" She asked me suddenly. I looked up at her.
"Why do you want to know?" I asked her suspiciously.
"Well, we have 15 minutes left, what better way to kill time than 20 questions?" she asked me.
"Sure," I told her.
"Well, I like Deff leppard, kid rock, and bon jovi, with a little country and gorillaz." I smiled. "What about you?" I asked her.
"Uhh, well, I also like bon jovi, but I'm more of a country girl. Oh, and survivor." she told me.
"Well, I don't mind country but I don't particularly like it. So, what is your favorite color?" I said. She thought for a while.
"I guess it would have to be purple. What's yours?"
"I like blue, and yellow. So that also includes green, because mix the colors and that's what you get." I said. She smiled. "And it's the the color of your eyes right now. Green." I added silently. We talked for a while, then she glanced up at the clock. It's time!
"Well, I guess I'd better get going. My detention time is done." She told me as she went to stand up. I smirked.
"Well, don't you mean you have and hour and a half left? Because you still have to help me clean out the lab equipment." I told her smugly.
she pouted and started crying. I softened. How could I resist that?
"But, but, I want to spend as much time with my parents as possible before they decide to go on another random trip, leaving me alone, Mr.E...Sven." She told me teary-eyed. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. She followed my hand with her eyes. "So, she likes that, does she? Well, I will do it more often, then!" I told myself smugly.
"Well, okay, when you put it like that...fine, you can leave." she smiled at me. "But," and I looked at her. "you will have to spend an extra half an hour with me every other day for the rest of the week cleaning. Sound good?" I told her. I was waiting for her answer. "Say, yes, say yes, say yes!" I kept repeating in my head. She nodded silently.
"Good," I said. "Now, stay here and I'll be right back. I need to get some things from the back room." I got up and started walking away.
I gathered all my stuff from the closet. My bag, my hat and my coat. Oops, I forgot my folder on my desk. I walked back into the classroom. Probably looking on her phone.
"Hey, could you pass me that file on my desk. Thanks!" She got up and walks towards me and handed it to me.
"Hey, want to walk out with me?" She asked me, grabbing my arm and pulling her with me. My arm was tingling. I frowned, then shrugged.
"Sure, I guess. Why?" I asked her as we headed toward the parking lot.
"Well, I want to show you my new car." she told me.
"Well, okay." I wasn't letting her have all the fun! I sped up until l was the one pulling her along! She laughed. When we reached the parking lot, I looked around for her car.
"So, which one is your car?" He asked me. She led me over to a licorice red I'm guessing 1985 or something corvette! She's loaded! My eyes bugged out and I gasped.
"This is your car?" I asked her breathlessly. It was beautiful! She unlocked the car, and I ran my hand gently along the outside of the car. Amazing! I then bent down to look at the tires. She had custom-made rims that were gorgeous! I then hopped in the backseat. Leather seats. Cool! I leaned forward to have a look at the dashboard. She has a kick-ass stereo system! I heard a snap, iand I turned my head to face her. She looked at me innocently.
"What did you do?" I asked her suspiciously. She shrugged.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said. I climbed out of her car and walked over to her.
"Well, I had fun even though it was detention. So I guess I'll see you tomorrow." she waved at me. Iwaved back and started walking over to my car.I got in. When I was pulling out, I heard a shout, and saw in my mirror some of the boys from class chasing after her car. They looked out of breath. I smirked. Funny. She slowed the car and they got in. She was showing them all something, and they all started laughing. Whatever. I sighed as I headed out towards my new house.
Today was fun. If only it's the same tomorrow!