Instead of answering him, I ask, “When will I start?”
"Today," he snaps, but taking a deep breath, he schools his expression. Grabbing a piece of paper from a drawer he adds
, "In about ten minutes, actually."
I nod.
"We also talked to one of the parents, and they're happy to offer you a place to stay without a rent if you need one. They're the richest family in our town, and they have a guest house you can use," he continues.
My eyes widen slightly. This is an unexpected surprise and one I'm thrilled with. At least I won't have to worry about rent and put it aside for later.
"It's a last-minute arrangement. Our generosity," he adds with arrogance.
“It sounds good,” I say curtly. I don’t like this man. Or maybe it’s just my problem with authority.
“Very well. I’ll stop by your class after the meeting.”
I stand up, giving him a chin up as a way of goodbye before biting out a thank you and leaving his office.
He didn’t even bother to show me the class himself. Prick.
Shaking my head, I walk back to the main building.
Me… a teacher. I snort.
Let’s see how it’ll go.
When I find the classroom allocated to me, I open the door. Even though the room is darker than I’d like, it’s definitely better than I thought, but then again, everything in this school seems like a fucking luxurious hotel.
I turn on the lights. Placing my laptop bag on the table, I sit on the chair and wait for kids to come.
Someone else in my situation would probably try to prepare a teaching schedule. Not me. I hate those things, and I know all these kids read a summary from the internet to whatever their previous teacher made them read. So instead, I'll teach them what I like, and they'll have to deal with it.
The first student comes into view with so much swagger, I roll my eyes, and a few more guys follow him with crude jokes and laughter. All have the same cardigan. Basketball team maybe. And the one on the front with his arm wrapped around a giggling girl must be the school's golden boy.
A skinny kid with thick glasses enters next. Trying to put as much distance between him and the group. The Nerd… who I'm sure was targeted by those idiots.
A dark-skinned girl and a typical mean girl type blondie come in after with their cheerleading outfits, glaring at each other. Cheerleader problems…
Students keep coming in, and I know all their types. The artist. The musician. The emo. The one who is probably working on her campaign as student president.
I shake my head. Different year. Different school. Different kids, but the same types. I wonder if this ridiculous high school dramas and clichés will ever stop.
All kids sit at the empty chairs, looking at me with frowns and questions on their faces.
I sigh and stand up to walk around the table. Placing my ass on the table, I cross my arms over my chest.
“I’m Elijah Richards. Your English teacher for now.” With boredom dripping from my voice, I add, “Introduce yourself if you want.”
When one of the cheerleaders starts, I take off my leather jacket.
I've already forgotten the name of the kids when the door opens, and the most beautiful creature I've ever seen walks into my class. I've been thinking of her since last night, hoping I'll see her again. And here she is… in the place I least expect her to be. Her blue eyes captivate me first, just like they did last night in that bar. They’re mysterious and deep like the horizon between the ocean and the sky. You just want to keep pursuing it until you're too far away from the land. Her heart-shaped face glows in the daylight. The dark waves framing it put emphasis on her creamy skin. Her cherry colored lips part with shock I assume, are full and swollen like they'd been around a cock. The thought turns my hand into a fist with the sudden arousal.
Fuck. How many times had I jerked off last night to her image and now she’s here…
Dammit, she's here, and I have no idea how to control the swirling hunger inside me.
I blink a few times, hoping my mind is playing a trick on me.