I'm not going to lie to you, I'm wasn't the most experienced guy in the world. Don't get me wrong, I've had my fair share of girlfriends. Yet, the farthest I had ever gone was, well, under the bra...if you know what I'm getting at.
Girls make me nervous, real nervous. I never know the right things to say and I usually end up sounding like an ass. If I see a pretty girl, it's as if I suddenly enter stupidity mode and I start rambling like an incoherent moron. By the way, if you haven't guessed, I'm not too confident.
All of this changed though when I met Joan. Actually, Ms. Forrest, is what I usually called her in the classroom. I know, I know, having a crush on the teacher is so cliche. But for Joan Forrest, I'm willing to be formulaic.
Around Joan I could be myself, words flowed out of my mouth poetically. I made her laugh, she made me laugh. It was great.
When Senior year finally rolled around, I was ecstatic. One reason, and most obvious reason, was that this was my last year in the torturous realm of high school. The second and most prominent reason was the fact I had Joan for English.
She had been my English teacher for the past two years. I heard rumors that she was going to a different school after my Junior year. Needless to say this news depressed me to the point of wanting to run in front of the bus. Well, to see her name next to English on my course schedule made my day, if not my year.
The first day of school is usually a depressing day for a kid. I'd have to agree with that. Each class seemed to drag on as the teachers handed out the syllabi and lectured us on proper class etiquette and what they "expect" of us. I mean I get it already, I'll make sure to be seated by the time the bell rings.
Finally, sixth period came around, Honors English. I made my way into the classroom and found a seat in the front row. I know what you're thinking, I'm a teacher's pet. Well you know what...damn right I am.
The bell rang loudly and we all waited patiently in the room.
"If she isn't here in five minutes we can leave right?" Tom Higgins asked. I'm not exactly sure how he got into Honors English.
"Dude, that's only for college," replied his even dumber friend Jeff. "Besides, I'm not here to learn anyways. I'm just here to stare at Ms. Forrest."
The two of them laughed and gave each other high fives. I suddenly felt myself boiling with anger. Why was I getting so mad?
"Sorry class, the copier was giving me a hard time," Joan said in between gasps for air. It looked as if she had run all the way from the office. "Take one and pass it back," she said as she began to hand papers to everyone in the front row.
"Hi, Ms. Forrest," I said with a big smile across my face.
"Max, I'm glad to see you took Honors. I was hoping you would," she said with a smile on her face.
"Wouldn't miss you...it....wouldn't miss it for the world."