Thanks to all my faithful readers for waiting so long for my new story. It was a bit lengthy, so I split it into three chapters. I hope you all love this story. It took me a very long time to write. I would like to thank my editor for his patient editing and his helpful hints. Enjoy.
It was the beginning of a new year. I had the seniors on my register that year. A week before school started, I was sitting in my classroom. I had to get books ready for the students and had to prepare the first lessons. The new lady in the front desk office called me over the intercom system. I rushed down to the front desk in a hurry, thinking that there might be an emergency.
"Good morning, Ms Grey. You have a new student on your class register. She is completing her final year with us. The young lady is waiting in the lobby for you," the older woman said. She looked at me with a smile and pushed her glasses up her nose.
"Good morning, Mrs Adams. Thank you very much. Please call me Shannon. I came down in such a hurry; I thought that there might be an emergency."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that, Shannon. I'm still getting used to this intercom. It's different from the one I'm used to. The principal asked if you could show the young lady where all of her classes are. She has her schedule. I printed a copy out for her."
"No problem at all. I will be happy to show her around. Have a nice day, Mrs Adams. Don't worry about this intercom; you'll get the hang of it."
"Thank you, Shannon, I'm sure I will. Have a nice day."
The young woman sat on a chair in the lobby. She looked around nervously, eyeing every adult who walked past her. She looked vulnerable and fragile, as if she were lost. I felt the need to protect this young woman. I can't explain why I felt that way. It was as if time stood still around us as I walked over. No-one else moved. The two of us moved in slow motion. It was suddenly too quiet in the lobby. I gazed around the room, people stood around and talked to each other. Their lips were moving but no sounds could be heard, only dead silence.
I couldn't help but admire the young woman's fit figure when I returned my attention on her. Her jeans hugged her thighs and legs like a second skin. Her short sleeved button-up shirt tightly hugged her waist and chest. She wore sandals on her feet, exposing creamy lilac painted toe nails. Her long brown hair was tied into a ponytail. A lock of hair hung on both sides of her face, framing it perfectly. She looked up at me with cerulean blue eyes, captivating my very soul. We gazed into one another's eyes for what seemed like hours but were mere seconds. I shook my head and swallowed hard to wet my sudden dry throat.
"Hi I'm... Shannon Grey," I introduced myself. I extended my hand to shake hers. She stood up and reached out.
She was about 5'0" to my 5'7" but had a stunning body for her height: firm breasts, curvy hips, flat stomach, slightly muscular arms and legs, silky soft fair skin. Her arms and legs made her look a bit bulky for her size but otherwise she seemed to be very fragile and femme. She seemed to be checking me out as well, judging by how her eyes slowly flowed up my body. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my lips.
"Hi, I'm, Elise Benson," she said, placing her hand in mine. Immediately, I felt a connection between us; a spark. She must have felt it too, because she quickly removed her hand from mine and stuck both her hands in her back pockets.
"Uhm... the principal asked me to show you around the school, since you are on my register. I will also be your English teacher for this year." I was still mesmerised by her eyes, trapped in a trance-like state. I couldn't take my eyes off hers. She seemed to be a bit uncomfortable and broke our eye contact. She looked down at her feet.
"Great... thank you... Ms Grey," she answered, in a barely audible whisper.
"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. It's just that I've never seen such beautiful cerulean blue eyes before." Feeling kind of uncomfortable myself, I cleared my throat. What was wrong with me?
"Thank you, I get that a lot." Elise smiled shyly at me and blushed crimson.
She seemed shy and withdrawn, but she got more comfortable as we talked more. I showed her where her classes were. I showed her my classroom last. We talked about her subjects, her previous school and friends while we walked to the parking lot. By the time she had to leave, she was just as bubbly and excited as I was. I turned and walked back to the lobby. She opened a car door. I stopped and looked back, only to find her looking back at me.
We smiled at each other, keeping eye contact for the briefest moment. She got into the waiting taxi, smiled brightly and closed the door. Why did both of us look back? The next few days passed by too quickly for me. For some reason, I couldn't get Elise out of my head. I felt dazed and confused. I still can't remember what I did in those few days before school started for the students.
The day school started, I found a red rose and a poem on my table. It seemed that I had a secret admirer. I had a suspicion of who it was, but I couldn't prove it. Three weeks of school passed. I saw Elise walk to school and home every day. I would always catch her at the school gate in the morning and a block away from where I lived in the afternoons. I was always too late to pick her up. I would also catch her in class watching me intently with those cerulean blue eyes. When I caught her gaze and smiled at her, she would look down at her books, blushing furiously. She found any excuse to talk to me. She was a smart girl, but I knew that she only pretended not to understand the work.
Every time she stood next to me, I would find myself looking at her legs or her breasts out of the corner of my eyes. I suspect she knew because she would stand even closer to me. Or maybe she was staring down my blouse to see my cleavage. She was driving me off-my-rocker crazy.
Instead of finishing my work at school one day about three weeks into the first semester, I decided to take it home and leave early. I caught Elise at the school gate heading home. I stopped and waited for her to pass by, then opened the passenger door. She stopped, bent forward and peered inside, almost two feet away from the car. This girl really was cautious with whatever she did. I will never forget the smile that grew on her face when she saw me sitting in the driver seat.
"Hi Elise," I greeted nervously. Why was I nervous? I chewed on my bottom lip and stared at her eyes.
"Hi Ms Grey." She looked as nervous as I felt; her voice sounded a bit shaky.
"Please, call me Shannon; everyone else does. I know it's unorthodox to let the seniors call me on my first name, but the formalities make me feel old. Would you like a lift home? I've seen you walk every day, but I could never catch you in time." She looked at me, then at the road ahead of us. She seemed to be deciding if she could trust me or not. She walked closer to the door.
"Yes, please M... Shannon, I would appreciate that very much." She got into the car and fastened her seatbelt.
"Where do you live Elise?" I asked as I drove off with her.
"I actually live across the street from you... two houses to the right." She smiled shyly at me. That shy smile just about melted my icy heart.
