Yesterday's Annoyance And Today's Dream Day.

Warning: This is very long, sorry!

So now that I posted that introductory story before, I thought I'd write one to explain what happened today.

I started sixth form yesterday, and when I saw that I had him for English, my heart actually stopped completely. And then, as soon as it had stopped, it started beating so incredibly fast that I thought I was going to have to take my inhaler. A few people asked who I had for English, to see if I was in their group. I wasn't. I didn't know anyone who was going to be there. But I honestly couldn't care. And that shocked me, because I've always wanted to be with my friends in everything. But for the first time in my life, my happiness that I would be able to spend time with him again for 2 more years, more than made up for not knowing anyone in the group.

Our sixth form is split between 2 schools. I'm not going to name them, because of privacy issues. But we'll call the school which he teaches me at "His school" and the other, "the other school". Well yesterday I was at the other school. And I didn't like the English teacher there. Sure she was nice, and I'm sure she will be a good teacher, but she wasn't him. Not my teacher. Not the one who made my heart race, and my knees go weak.

So when she said "I will be your teacher over here, and I will be sharing you with Mr P." (I'm not going to say his real name) A lot of the girls smirked and a few started fanning themselves. "Oh I know ladies, believe me, I know! Me and him will be working very closely together over the next two years, and I am looking forward to that very much"

I'd tried to keep my head down when the others were all giggling and looking at each other, to avoid snapping at them, and telling them that he'd never be interested in any of them, because just because they wear more make up than they wear clothes and that usually gets guys, it's not going to get him. But then I realised that I've got no chance either, so I allowed those thoughts to die down in my head. But when the teacher said "Oh I know ladies, believe me, I know" and how much she was looking forward to working closely with him, I couldn't help but snap my head up. I tried not to give her evils as she carried on talking about the course we were going to be doing, and how each bit was moderated. I don't know why it had surprised me actually. I mean, he is the best looking guy in both of the schools. All of the girls liked him, it's no wonder the female teachers did too. But the thing that really annoyed me was the suggestive smirk on her face, and that she didn't stop all the girls from giggling once she'd said that. Obviously those girls aren't blind. But the thing that gets on my nerves is that the only reason they like him is because of how he looks. Now, as I've just said, I'm not denying the power of how perfect his features are. But there's more about a person than just what they look like. They fail to see what it is I see: a sensitive, caring, cheeky, and loving young man, with a boyish charm, and a passion for English.

Today, we stood outside the room, waiting for him to bring the key so we could go in. As soon as he appeared, the girls immediately turned their attention to him, and not-so-quietly started talking about how he looked, and what they wanted to do to him. He unlocked the door, and walked in, everyone following behind. I'd purposely planned it so that I was near the back of the queue when we walked in. No-one would sit at the front, even if they did want to stare at him. So by the time I got inside the room, there was only the front row left. So me and some girls who I'd got talking to outside, one of them being a friend who I hadn't had a chance to ask who's class she was in, sat down on the front row. I sat down and got out my pencil case etc, then I looked over at him, and managed to notice 2 things. Firstly, that although his looks hadn't changed at all, he'd seemed to have gotten more muscly over the summer. Secondly, that he was staring right at me. I looked into his eyes, and he looked at me and smiled. And without sounding cheesey, I honestly felt that anything at all could happen around us, and I wouldn't tear my eyes away. The bell went, signalling class to start, but he didn't move. Instead, he stood staring at smiling at me, and I stared right back. I knew that I should look away, because the class would be wondering why the lesson hadn't started, but I couldn't bring myself to. I was mesmerized. I hadn't seen him in so long, and now he was finally there. And no bell, and no class would stop me from savoring the moment of his eyes on mine, him not wanting to tear his gaze away either.

What broke the stare was a knock at the door, from a pupil arriving late to class. The knock scared me, and came as such a surprise, that my eyes jerked away and towards the door. By the time I looked back, he was already walking to the door to open it for the student. He told him not to be sorry, and that he hadn't actually started the lesson anyway. On his way to the desk, he snuck a glance in my direction and smiled sheepishly. My friend elbowed me, and smirked.

During the lesson, he kept looking over at me and smiling, and every time I instinctively smiled back. And at one point, we moved all the tables together in the middle to make one big table, which we could all could sit around. The two tables at the front were the last ones to move. So when all the others had put there's together, we started moving ours. Once we'd moved it, we went and got our chairs, to move them to the table. I sat on my chair to put something in my bag, and as I was about to grab it, I saw him walk in front of me and smirk. I knew that mischievous face: he was up to something. The next thing I knew, he had his hands on either side of the seat of the chair, and had picked the chair up, WITH ME SITTING ON IT, and moved it towards the table. When he'd put me down where I was going to be sitting, and I sat with utter shock on my face, he smirked and winked at me. He kept his hands on the side of the chair, even though he had no need to. "How- I mean- wait- when did you get so...strong?" I asked, barely able to get me words out. It was only during me saying that, that I realised how close his face was to mine. The words were basically whispers. He smirked and grinned down at me, and leaned down even more. "I've been working out" he said, and then, he leaned down, and moved his lips to my ear to whisper "Can you tell?" he said, almost seductively in my ear. I'm sure he wasn't saying it seductively, but when you have the guy of your dreams leaning down and whispering in your ear "Can you tell?", your brain doesn't exactly work. And that is clearly the case, because after leaning back to look at me, I whispered back "Yeah" before tearing my eyes away from his intense and intimate gaze to look down one of the arms protectively at my sides, before looking back up at him and whispering "You can". He smirked at me, before moving his arms and walking back over to his desk to get some paper, while I sat dumbfounded at what had just happened. I slowly turned my head to look at the rest of the class, to find that thankfully, they were all talking in smaller groups, and none of them were looking at the interaction that had just taken place. I turned my seat round to face the huge table, completely forgetting whatever it was I was putting in my bag. My friend however, had seen what had just happened, and said "Katy, Katy, Katy, what am I going to do with you? I leave you alone for one minute, and you and him start flirting with each other. I honestly thought I was going to have to jump in and stop you both from tearing each others clothes off!" I just stared at her dumbfounded, before somehow trying to create words. "Wha- I wasn't- I mean he didn't- we weren't- really?!" I said, not really able to process what she'd said. Was it really that obvious that I wanted to jump on him right there and then?

As he was handing out some sheets, he asked me "Katy, can you go and grab me my water bottle on my desk please?" I nodded my head. I didn't trust myself with words after what had just happened. I walked over to the desk, got the bottle, turned round and saw him sitting in my seat. I walked over, handed him the bottle, to which he replied "Thanks K, I owe you one" before taking a sip. I managed to get my brain to work enough, to be able to say "You're sitting in my seat". He turned and looked at me. "Well, it WAS yours, now it's mine!" he said, winking at me. "But where am I going to sit?" I said, pretending to be really sad. My friend said "You can share my chair" and started moving along. I perched down on the edge of the seat, only half sat on. "You could sit on my knee if you want?" I heard him say, with an innocence to his voice. Somehow, I don't think the rest of the girls in the class would let me walk out of the door if I was sitting on his lap. I smiled and said "I'm alright thanks!" He smiled back and said, "You sure?", and patted his thighs. I then made the worst mistake ever. (No I didn't sit on his lap) I looked down to where his hands were, which I soon realised were quite close to his crotch. Anyone who didn't know he was patting his thighs would think I was just staring at his crotch. I quickly looked up, blushing and hoping he didn't see, and thankfully he didn't, as he was turning round and looking at the clock to see how long of the lesson we had left. I looked back at my friend who was in hysterics at what I'd just done. She was slowly but surely moving back along the seat, meaning there was no room there, and winking at me. Oh no, she was not making me sit on his lap. She'd never let me live it down. I gave her a pleading look, and after her laughing a lot, she eventually gave in. She moved back up, so I could half sit on the chair. He pulled his chair in closer to the table, meaning that I was now dangerously close to sitting on his lap. He said "Okay, half sit on that chair, and half sit on my leg. That way, you'll be sitting flatly and evenly", and he was right. Because half our chairs are old, and half are new, our chair heights are different. (The older ones are too low). So with him sitting on a low one, and my friend sitting on a high one, if I sat half on the higher chair, and half on his left thigh, I would actually be level. I realised that otherwise I'd have to sit on the floor, and so said "Okay". I sat down on the higher chair, and then carefully sat down on his thigh. I was perched on top, as I didn't want to squash him. It wasn't until I felt two hands round my waist, pulling me to the right, and onto his left thigh, that I realised I was barely touching his knee. He leant down and whispered in my ear "Katy, you are not going to squash me. I do believe we just had a discussion about the fact that I'm quite strong, didn't we?" he said, still not letting go of my waist. I knew that he was waiting for an answer, but I also knew that I couldn't trust myself to try and say a full sentence. So instead I just said "Yes." He chuckled in my ear, before saying "I'm glad you remember" before letting go of my waist, and turning to address the class about what the activity was.

When the lesson ended, and we were walking out of the room, I hung back. When the rest of the class had gone, he turned to me and smiled. "You alright K?" I said "Yeah, I just wanted to say that I'm really glad that I've got you....For A-Level I mean. I mean I'm glad that I've got you teaching me at A-Level" He was smirking at that point. "I'm really glad I've got you too....for A-Level" He winked at me, as I blushed bright red, and ran out the room, saying a quick "Bye!". I heard him laugh and say "bye" too.

So yeah, that was my 2 days! I think today was one of the best days of my life. I'm so sorry this is so long, I really am!
KissMeBlindly KissMeBlindly
18-21, F
3 Responses Sep 6, 2012

Wow. That is just way too cute.

Sweetheart...... He wants you. And he's making it as obvious as he can. Just sayin'.

That's a really cute story.

Haha thank you. At the time, I was thinking "I'm going to wake up any second, this can't be happening". I just don't want to read too much into it, you know. Because I don't want to end up getting hurt. I mean, I know he would never like me like that, so I'm trying not to read to much into it, if that makes sense?

yeah it makes a lot of sense, I agree I would try to stay away from any relationship type thing. It causes a lot of bullshit