Music pounded into my ears as I walked across campus to my drawing class. My messenger bag slung across my chest dug into my shoulder with its heavy weight, reminding me of the project due at the end of the week. My knee length skirt swirled around me as I turned with the music, dancing with no one, just the music in my ears.
When I came back to facing forward, He was standing directly in front of me. I pulled the ear buds down and froze. My sunglasses hiding my surprise from him, his narrow black glasses hiding nothing. "Ms. Eaves, most people watch where they're going when walking in public."
I pulled my glasses off and stepped back, "Sorry Sir, I'll be more careful."
He nodded, "Be sure that you do." As he paused next to me, and in a lower voice continued, "Your skirt might be the appropriate length Ms. Eaves, but considering how it flows, you might be more careful or else the wrong person would see your turquoise choice of the day."
I fiddled with my sunglasses at the inflection of his voice, "the wrong person Sir?"
He handed me a note summoning him to his office later, "anyone other than me Ms. Eaves."
I returned my sunglasses to their spot on my face and resumed my walk to class. The day went so slowly it seemed the clock worked its magic to drive me crazy. I couldn't concentrate on my lessons, history gave me no joy, no relief from my misery. The last time I had been his office I had finally gotten to taste him, to feel him, but before I came he stopped and told me "not today". I scoffed and rolled my eyes as I leaned over my desk, my chin in the palm of my hand.
"Ms. Eaves, is there something you don't agree with in the lesson this afternoon?" Mrs. Witner called up the ten rows of the auditorium.
"No ma'am, I'm sorry." I responded, sitting up straighter and focusing on the diagram on the board. Mrs. Witner turned back to the rest of class and resumed her lecture early Japanese theater. When class ended I gathered my books and slung my bag over my shoulder, dashing for the door and my appointment.
By the time I reached his door, my breath was tight, my chest heaving against the strain of running cross campus. Forcing myself to take deep breathes I got myself under control and knocked on his door.
"Come in," I heard through the wood. Walking in I found him sitting on his couch reading through a packet of papers. "Close the door Ms. Eaves." He waiting till it clicked closed, "lock it too please."
I turned to look at the knob and locked the door. I blushed when I realized that the door hadn't been locked the last time, anyone could have walked in and seen us. When I turned back I held out the note, "You wanted to see me Sir?"
