Hot For Teacher(157)
Another first day of school and hopefully this is my last year. I really need to figure out what I’m going to do once I graduate. I look around the classroom same faces but some different, chattering as people walk in, and some getting notebooks out. I’m just sitting back in the corner, as usual, looking out the window. At least this is my music class, which I’m good at. My next class is Calculus II, which I suck at. Math has never been a good class for me and what am I gonna use it for anyway?
The chattering becomes louder and then it stops abruptly. Now there’s rustling noises and I’m still looking out the window wondering if I’ll ever figure out what the hell I’m doing. Suddenly, the silence turns into gasping from the girls in the class. When I look to the front of the class, I see why. “Morning!” A sexy voice comes from a man who looks only a couple of years older than me. Light brown hair that’s just over his ears, with the back longer and stopping at the top of his collar. He has the first couple of buttons on his blue, long sleeved, button down shirt undone, showcasing a fine strong chest. His eyes are light blue, perfect lips and light scruff on his face matching his hair color. My eyes slowly leave his gorgeousness to see all the girls staring at him, and I completely agree. He just became the hottest guy at school, and I don’t think he even knows it. Damn, but he’s a teacher, and they are a ‘no go’ with a student. Crap! But school never looked this good, ever!
“Hey, everyone. I’m Josh Tyler and I will be your drill instructor, I mean, music teacher this year.” Josh Tyler. The girls giggle, and I roll my eyes. “For some of you, it’s your first year of college, welcome. For some of you, it could be your last but either way let’s make this the best year for music. Just a little about me. I’ve been a temporary teacher in music for about four years and I’m excited to be a full time teacher at Tempra Junior College, at least for now. How about a first day pop quiz!” The chatter starts up, and my eyes shift around the room as people moan and groan and then when I look back up to the front, my heart stops as he’s staring right at me. I look down quickly removing a pencil from my backpack and shift in my seat. “Oh, come on! It’s not going to be graded.” He walks to the first row of chairs stack of papers in hand and starts handing the first seat in each row a handful of them. “This is just to help me understand what you know about music. Trust me. This will help me identify what your talent is or isn’t and to what degree you know or have learned so far.” He finishes handing them out and then returns to the back of his desk and sits down in the chair. “Take your time. These will be due at the end of class and if you get done before then just bring them up and you can leave early. My first day present to you. Don’t get used to that.” His smile is gorgeous, and I can’t look away until his eyes find mine again, and I quickly look down at my paper. I sit up more in my chair and start reading the questions and feel some relief as I begin. So far, these are fairly easy.
Out of the two hour class, it takes me about an hour and a half to complete the paper. I’m confident in my answers as I walk up to the front of the room. My eyes move around to see most are still here. When I get to Mr. Tyler’s desk, I look down to see he’s been writing music on sheet paper, and my head tilts as I try to read the words. “Miss Danielson is it?” My eyes snap up to his gorgeous eyes, and I simply nod. “Are you done already?” His smile brightens his face but all I can do is nod again and reach out my arm with the paper held tightly in my hand. He reaches up to take it and I let go in a hurry. I watch his eyes move over my words and another smile appears. “Well, you certainly know your music history, Miss Danielson.” He looks back up at me, and I swear my heart is going to pound a hole through my chest. “I look forward to reading your paper thoroughly. Have a great day.” I only nod again, the lump in my throat making speech impossible, and I walk quickly out of the room. Next stop, Calculus. Ugh!
“Em! Wait up!” I turn my head and see Layton jogging my way and stop. “Damn, girl! Where’s the fucking fire?”
Layton is one of my very few friends who has been going here longer than I have, maybe even longer than anyone in history. I’ve always been so comfortable around him and his gay pride, but he’s also one of the funniest and most sincere people I’ve ever known, not that I’ve known that many people. “Hey, dude. Where in the hell have you been? I’ve missed our late night convos!”
He slows his jog and puts his arm around my shoulder as we start to walk slowly to the parking lot. “Girl, I’ve been busy designing and neck deep in lovin’.” He laughs, and I give him my famous smirk and roll my eyes. “Hey! I can’t help it that I’m hot and sexy. What’s shakin’ with you?”