Headlock

It was one thing to blush like a moron in front of someone my own damn bloody age. It was a totally different story when the guy was several years older then I...and my mentor. But there's not much I can do about it, though God help me I wish there was. I think the most annoying thing to go through has to be these foolish reactions to those of the opposite sex. I blame him for being so freaking hot. 1

Today was just like any other day in his class. Me at the front doing all in my power to ignore his presences and him in front of my table arms crossed and eyes fixed on the class. It amazes me how he manages to look so damn amused and bored at the same time. He has a pretty laid back personality, which agitates the hell out of me. I'm use to chaos, and I'm use to getting a rise out of my teachers, not cowering behind my book bag in the hopes that they won't notice my actions.2

Things generally go smoothly. He teaches his lesson showing enthusiasm in some parts and exasperation in others. (To damn confusing, I hate not being able to read him.) We are eventually told to break up into groups and begin work on whatever the hell it is he was talking about (not that I don't know what it was, I just don't feel like mentioning it). So I move to my usual spot beside these two girls, whom I've come to like. One of them, Taylor, has another class with me, so I see her often. The three of us begin working, falling into our own routine of complaints (from Taylor and I) and explanations (mostly from Nicole, the other girl). I'm having my self a decent, though I'm kind of lost, time. It figures he'd sneak up then.3

He doesn't know it yet, but I really hate it when people hover over my shoulder. I especially hate it when they scare the hell out of me in the process. This is something he does a lot. He reminds me of a tiger the way he's able to pick out those who are stuck and those who are acting like they are doing something. He watches from where ever he is in the room and drifts off. By the time you realize he's near by he's quite literally over your shoulder. I really, really, hate that.4

"You do know what you're doing right?" I here his smooth voice behind me and I stiffen up. This is what I call it the 'Oh shit' position.5

"..."I'm trying to remember how to breathe at this point, because I'm an empath and the coolness he's exerting is screwing with my chaotic settings. That and because he's really hot and I'm finding it hard to keep my mind out of the gutter...I like the gutter.6

"Well?"7

"I'll figure it out," I mumble, sounding very submissive and meek and....I wish I wasn't such a damn girl.8

"You do realize you're using the wrong formula," he says a little too amused. Suddenly, I want to kick him, because he's teasing me (in more ways then one) and the only reply I have for him is absolute silence. 9

I wonder if he notices just how frustrated I get. I mean I tap my pen on the table, I shift in my seat and I sometimes let out small growls or grumbles. I wonder if he does notice, is he purposely trying to piss me off? If so he stole my job. I'm supposed to be the smart-ass instigator.10

"Now I do."11

*******************************************************************12

At the end of the day I'm ready to bolt from the school. Till I pass his class on the way to the exit. I want to blame him but truth is I can't seem to stay out of this hallway now...I feel like a damn stalker. I don't want to be one, I hope to God I ain't becoming one. I swear I'll commit seppuku before that day comes.
Anyway it just so happens that on this day I'm walking home and I need help in his class. 13

I swear if my grade weren't riding on this I'd never walk into the bloody room. Sadly that's not the case. The minute I step in and see him seated at his desk I feel that submissive feeling set in, and it's stronger than usual. I attribute this to the fact that we are virtually alone, and while part of me likes to entertain dirty thoughts, I'm still a virgin and would like to keep it that way. For now. Besides I've had a bad experience with guys and so I find it hard to trust them sometimes. More especially the ones I cannot read.14

"Here for help." His ability to make me jump is astounding I swear. I nod a yes and saunter into the room, summoning every last shred of my sarcastic and cynical nature. It lasts for about two minutes, because once I'm in front of him I turn into a proverbial puddle.15

"Yeah. I can't get this damn thing. Besides I lost one of the buds to my head phones in your class."16

"Your what?" He raises a brow.17

"My headphone bud... it fell off and I can't listen to my headphones without it. They hurt and sound like crap if I do."18

"Could it be possible that it fell in your shirt?" He sounds and looks both cocky and highly amused when he says this. I'm to stunned to answer at first because yeah I got a pretty big rack but the fact that he openly admits to noticing isn't...normal?19

"Its...possible,” I say a little slowly then shake my head, "But it didn't. I know it fell on the floor, I just can't remember where."20

With a chuckle (I hope he didn't notice me shiver) he stands and helps me look for the damn clear bud. He's still laughing as he asks me if I'm sure, I'm sure. Cute bastard I think in response.21

"Ah found it! We can work now!" I say triumphantly.22

"Is it the formula?"23

"Yesh, show me exactly how this works because I'm very, very, very lost." He must feel gracious today because he actually helps me off the bat. Normally he tells me to re-read the question, then to map out the situation visually. Which would probably help most of those times if I knew exactly what the hell I'm looking for.24

We finish up at a decent time. I feel like I've accomplished something great now. I decide to cherish the feeling because I know that without trying he'll kick me right off my high horse.25

"Think you'll pass tomorrow?"26

"Hope so." I tell him, stopping at the entrance to his class and turning enough to look at him. "See ya tomorrow Mr." I know calling him mister pisses him off. This is my revenge.27

A brief flash of annoyance crosses his face, it’s gone as quickly as it appeared and in its place is that laid back-amused look. He picks up an apple that was on his desk and takes a bite.28

"Ok. Oh and keep the ear buds out of your shirt."29

Bastard, he gets the last word...for now.