Obsessed

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

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~Two Years Earlier~

I stood in line at the local fast food restaurant, Blaze Burritos, waiting for my turn to order. People chatted around me, but I droned their voices out while I debated in my head whether to get a breakfast burrito or a bacon cheeseburger. Either way, all I wanted was something with some bacon.

"Ever?"

The sound of my name resonated behind me in a deep voice. Did someone call out to me or was the 'adverb' just used in a sentence?  Oi. The struggle of having a common word for a name.

Thanks, mom.

I slowly, but casually turned around to look behind me, in case it was the former and not the latter.

My eyes were met with stunning blue-gray eyes on a 6'3 frame with envious dark, wavy brown hair, styled to perfection. He smiled at me and my stomach flipped and spun in response. My heartbeat sped up and, I kid you not, my knees almost gave out. He gave meaning to the phrase, "Weak in the knees". His smile lit up his face with that 5 o'clock shadow he had going on.

"Mr. Vastano, hi! How are you?" It was way too evident in my voice that I was happy to see him.

He was the fairly new and young psychology teacher at our school. Since he started working there, a sudden spike in interest in psychology had occurred within the student population at North Heights High. Coincidence? I think not!

Maybe the sudden interest could be because he was young and seemed to relate more to his students...

Or,- and this is the one I'm voting on- it was because of the fact that he was, well, DDG. Drop dead gorgeous! Girls tried way too hard to get his attention, teachers included, might I add. I had his class for homeroom and I watched as girls played dumb just to get some one on one time with him.

"Mr. Vastanooo, I don't get it. Can you help me again?"
"I'm lost, can you tutor me after school?"
"Is there anything I can do for extra credit? Please, Mr. Vastano?"

I mean, I don't blame them. I get it, I really do. I might have tried the same thing, as well, if I had the courage. Let alone, the confidence.

Mr. Vastano laughed before saying, "Hearing my surname outside of school makes me feel so old." My curiosity piqued. How old was he? My best guess would be mid, maybe late twenties, or, worst case scenario, early thirties. We couldn't be too far apart in age, right? And, while we're at it with the questions, what was his sign? Just kidding. "Please, call me Declan."

"Declan?" He nodded. Hot teacher, hot name. What are the odds? "I love that name," I blurted out.

He laughed before saying, "Thank you. I could say the same for you, too."

"Ever?" I laughed, though, honestly, it came out as a giggle. "Do you know how stressful having an adverb for a name is? I think strangers are talking to me all the time! And, it's not even fair, my brother was given a normal name. Why couldn't my parents have named him, I dunno, Sandwich? Just kidding, I'd be embarrassed to have a brother named Sandwich. We're not celebrities."