LOVE BEYOND LESSONS (A Teacher and Student Romance)

III-BI. ENGLISH LITERATURE

After my morning jog, I hurriedly went to the shower and changed it's now the first day of school and I never been so excited about it. Aside from running, school is my second haven, however unlike running I need to be careful with my bruises. I survived the last weeks of summer unscathed, since Joe and mom haven't returned from their trip, it's alright cause I don't really care. I picked up an olive green shirt and my black skinny jeans, and trusted chucks as my outfit for today, my bruises are almost completely gone, I smile placing concealer on those I can hide it with it, I brushed my long brown hair, which curled at the bottom, it has a red tint in it when the sunlight touched it. I applied powder and my lip tint as I stared at my chocolate brown eye before smiling, this will be my  last first day in high school I chuckled at my thought, my phone beeps and with one look at the mirror I went down. My house at the moment is empty but I don't complain, I looked ahead from the door and smiled at one of my best friend Missy who is waiting for me in her car, I hopped inside it
"How are you Eli, gosh you look pretty" she commented, I laughed but she's prettier than me. Her pale complexion matches her long strawberry blonde hair. She have a model's body, Missy and Ash- my other best friend, always tell me I have an hour glass shape that they envy off, I always shrugged that idea.
"And you too" I answered, pulling the seat belt
"Can't you believe this will be our last year in high school!" She squealed, starting her car
"It's so surreal!" I said nodding ahead
"What are your plans?" She asked, her eyes on the road. Missy can't stop talking about Harvard, she is an exceptional student and her grades are really good and Harvard suits her well, but she is not your typical nerd girl. If you are going to ask me two years ago I will no doubt answer Princeton! But now I don't know where to go, I don't know what I like anymore.
"Still seeking my options" I lied, she looked at me but decided not to comment, we reached school after ten minutes, she parked her car and we both went to the registrar to get our schedules. We went to our lockers, and the rest of our friends are already there waiting for us. Michael kissed Missy the moment she saw her and gave me a hug, he's been dating Missy  for three years now
"Senior year huh!" Ash said at my side while I looked at my schedule. Ash has a middle skin tone and a long black hair.
"There's a new teacher in Literature" I said to them, as I looked at my list, he is in my first period, they are now checking their own schedule as well.
"I have him too , Mr. Bailey at second period" Missy said Michael exclaimed behind her
"We're together on that subject" he said
"You're kidding!" Missy smiled and pulled his own schedule. The school bell rings and we went to our own classes. 
"See you at lunch" I called them, they all nod as I went to the English Literature classroom, students are now rushing as they entered the room, I caught Seamus eyes and gave him a waved and he waved back. I sat at the second row from the teacher's desk, everybody was catching up from latest gossips and about their summer vacation. I place my ear pod – the one Rob gave – in my ear, I wonder how is he doing right now? Where he is and why he did not try to visit me, I shake my head on how hopeful I was for the past two weeks but then I decided over the weekend I will try to take my morning jog route in to his house in hopes of seeing him, I made a mental note to get his number if ever I bumped in to him. Wait? What? I shake my head clearing my thoughts as I adjusted the volume so that I can still hear my surroundings. 

"Good morning class" a voice said, as he enters the room ,the buzzing subsides but it was replaced by oohhhsss and ahhsss, I looked up from the voice which sounded familiar. As I gaze up I froze, I am looking at the same green eyes from two weeks ago.  My eyes went wild as I continue to stare at him, is this is a joke right? But no it wasn't I brushed my fingers on my lips - I let my fucking teacher kiss me! My mind shouted.
"I am Mr. Robert Bailey, your English Literature teacher" he scanned the room, and then our eyes met. His reaction is the same as mine – shocked and surprised, we looked at each other for a few seconds then he moved pass his eyes away from me. He coughed before he started to talk and as always he started by the usual speech teachers do at first day of school, he then called us one by one for attendance, not bothering to look up as my class mates said "present"
"Elizabeth Jane Reed" he called
"Present" I said raising my hand, he paused and glance up then gave me a nod, then went back on calling the remaining names, after that he went to talk about our syllabus. I noticed that the girls behind me was staring and giggling. He grabbed a marker and started writing at the board.
"Isn't he so dreamy?" I heard Allison said at that back
"It sucks he's our teacher" Jam her friend replied. I shook my head at their pettiness, Mr. Bailey grabbed a folder and continued on to his lesson.
"Okay class for your first home work research how William Shakespeare influenced the English Literature, hand me your essays by Monday you may go" he said when the school bell rings, he smirked as our class groaned about having home work at the first day of school, most of us stood up as we gathered our belongings, I was about to leave when Mr. Bailey called me
"Ms. Reed a minute please?" he asked, I stopped and returned at his table
"Hey Rob, I mean Mr. Bailey" I said, it feels so weird to be formal with him, other people started to call each other with their first names once they warmed up but for me, it's the opposite.
"You can still call me that outside school, I don't mind" he chuckled then looked at me
"So we meet again I did not expect you're a student here" he said, his astonishment is very evident on his voice
"Do I look that old?" I chuckled waving my hand and I wanted to tease him, but then again I reminded myself that he is my teacher
"No, but I did not thought you are that young" he said as he observed me, he's still giving me the same gaze as when we first met.
"I'm 18, not that young, but legal age I supposed" and remembered that I did not answered his question the first time we met, I looked at him and he was still staring at me, I couldn't handle the intensity of his gaze, so I cast a downward glance.
"I promise the last time we are together, that will not be our last but here we are" he said shaking his head
"Believe me I am surprised too" I told him as I bit my lower lip. I was just thinking on trying to see him over the weekend but here we are on all the places where I can see him, why here? Why in my school, and why do he have to be my teacher? He cleared his throat and I lifted my head towards him
"You look better" he compliments, sending a blush on my cheeks, damn why does he always do this
"I need to go to my next class. It was nice seeing you again Mr. Bailey" I said urgh! Why do I need to be so awkward , he nodded and I turned my back away. I went to my next class and my mind was already zoning from Mrs. Fletcher's voice. At lunch, my friends are already on our usual table, I don't have any appetite so I just grabbed an apple and bottle water as soon as I sat down Ash nudged me
"So, what can you say about Mr. Bailey?" she asked. I shared a class with them at History but we were not able to talk about it as Mrs. Goodwill is very sensitive to noise, she freaked out every time she hear whispers
"What?" I asked pretending I don't care about this new Mr. Bailey, who is currently the talked of the school.
"Oh c'mon isn't he hot? I mean I can't even talked straight english to him and all he just said was excuse me" she buried her head on her palms from embarrassment. If only my friends knew that I already met him before the classes start. How did I miss to ask those basic questions? Like, what's your job, your family name? I met him twice before this day, for god sake!
"Yeah sure, Allison and Jam commented the same" I opened my water and drank from it. I remembered his comment You look better, what does he mean by that? Then that's when I realize I indeed look better from the last time he saw me,  I made him look at my bruises and wounds, I was not shy about it, but now he's my teacher I need to be more careful. The last thing I wanted to is to take this at the guidance counselor.