Hot For Teacher(159)

I walk into class and the women all turn around in their seats, smiling. A few even wink. I lower my head, a small smile on my face, but when I look at the backroom in the corner, I see Emma staring out the window and notice the dark circles under her eyes. I wonder what she does outside of school, what she’s like and what she thinks about in that beautiful head of hers. What she’d feel like beneath me. I blink rapidly and shake my head of these thoughts, set my binder down on my desk then walk around and sit on the corner of it. “Morning! I hope everyone slept well.” My eyes shift to Emma and see she’s looking at me with the most beautiful red blush on her cheeks, and her lips are slightly parted. I quickly look around the class and smile. “Today I want to talk about what you like about music and what you hope to get out of this class. What are your hopes and dreams and do they involve music?” I look over at Emma and nod. “Miss Danielson, will you start for us?” She shifts in her chair sitting up a little more and doesn’t look around the room, keeping her eyes on mine.

“Well, I….” She clears her throat and I hear shifting around the room, restlessness growing. “I’m not really sure at this point, but music’s always been part of my life. Music enters your heart, your soul, takes you to a different place, a different time. It lets you express your feelings, your desires and your inner most thoughts. I’ve been playing my guitar since I was little and some say I can sing but I leave that dream in the shower.”

People laugh, and I nod. “That was eloquently spoken, Miss Danielson. I’d like to hear that voice sometime. Maybe we can have a little talent show during class later so I can hear it.” Damn! I almost said I wanted to hear her voice in the shower. Nice save, idiot! My eyes move around and then focus on the next person. “Okay, tell us something about your dreams.”

This had to be the longest two hours of my life when all I wanted to do was talk to Emma more. Her words inspired a new song in my head, and I can’t wait to get home to write down some lyrics and notes. I did learn by talking to a few of my girl students that Emma is pretty much a loner and they think it’s because she’s snobby. I don’t get that vibe from her at all and damn, I’d love to get to know her better. I finally find a woman who’d I like to know, and she’s my student. Fuck my life.

I go to practice again at Duke’s, and our sound is amazing. I then go home to my empty apartment, once again, eat, shower and hit the bed. The next day is more of the same, but I give all my classes an assignment to have completed by Monday. I tell them to go out and listen to a live band and write a five page essay about their experience. Critique them and outline what their strengths and their weaknesses are. What they could do to improve their sound, the look and feel of the band and anything else that would help their careers.

By Friday, I’m feeling excited and ready to play at Randy’s, but the day seems to move so slowly. I walk out to the courtyard with my sack lunch hoping to have a couple of minutes to jot down some more lyrics of the new song I’ve been working on all week. I stop when I see Emma sitting against a tree in the shade away from everyone else. I start to walk over to her and get stopped by several girl students. When I finally reach her, I stand in front of her and ask, “What’s so interesting?” Her eyes move up to mine, her pen in between those luscious full lips, and she looks back down at the book in her hand, quickly.

“Stupid Calculus, like I’ll ever use this shit.”

“Mind if I join you?” She looks back up at me and shrugs her shoulders. I sit down next to her and start removing things from my bag. “I’m not bad at Calculus. Want some help?” I pull out an apple and notice she has no food. Maybe she already ate it or by the looks of her, maybe she doesn’t eat much. I hold it out to her and can tell by the look in her eyes she really wants to take it. “Go on. I have another one. I insist.” She gives me a small smile and takes it from my hand quickly, and I’m mesmerized when her full lips cover it as she takes a huge bite.

“Thanks,” she says quietly.

I carefully reach over and take the book from her hands and lower my eyebrows when I read her assignment. “I get that you have to have requirements but why the hell they make you take classes like this if you’re not gonna use it makes no sense.”

“Uh, you’re a teacher. Aren’t you supposed to be telling me how essential all the classes are for any good career choice?” She looks up at me with her light blue eyes hidden underneath her long black lashes and smiles. I love her light blonde hair with just a hint of light brown highlights, which always seems to be in a braid or in a high ponytail. She always seems comfortable in her jeans, while her tank tops or short sleeved shirts show me how secure she is in her own flawless skin.