I'd been in your class all year. I sat in the desk in the very back, the one covered in doodles and partially chewed gum. I never really paid attention, and you could tell. I just sat there, daydreaming. History was a dull subject to me anyways. Yet, there was always something about you that intrigued me, something that led me to stay after class and ask for extra credit assignments to make up for my poor test grades. You were strictly against extra credit, but for some reason I was an exception.
After a year of sitting through tedious lectures and listening to you drone on about world wars and rebellious uprisings, my day had finally come. I woke up bright and early. I took a quick shower and wrapped my hair in a towel to dry. I put on my favorite navy blue skirt and a nice, white button-up shirt that accented my curves perfectly. I flicked on some mascara and lip gloss, let my hair down, and practically floated all the way to school.
I had been planning this day the whole year. Nothing got to me more than a man in a tie, and you wore one every day. You unbuttoned the first button on your shirt and rolled up the sleeves, but you always had on a tie. Something about that casual, rough, yet sophisticated look made me so hot. I blushed as I thought about it on the ride to school.
The day went on as usual. The first 6 periods were a blur. I'm sure the boys in my classes stared. That was nothing new. I was too busy thinking through my plan to even pay them any attention. Finally, the bell for 7th period rang, and I dashed to your class. I walked to your door, clutching my textbooks tightly against my stomach, pushing my breasts further out of my shirt.
"Good afternoon, Ariana," you said with a polite smile. You were always so polite. There was something about that smile. Those perfect teeth surrounded by the stubble from your 5 o'clock shadow made me weak at the knees.
"Hello, Sir," I responded back, sending you devious looks. I'm not sure if you noticed. I was too nervous and giddy from my newly found courage that I look down at my feet immediately and rush to my seat.
The class itself was nothing special. We took our final exam and I guessed on nearly every question. I tried to look seductive, yet flustered at the same time, but I probably looked like a confused mess. I hope I was at least a hot mess. After class I stayed past the bell to talk with you.
