Attraction at first sight

 This announcement is met by absolute silence from the class. I am shocked. Greek god is our new teacher. This guy is so young, not more than thirty I reckon. He's freaking hot too.

 Who sent this dude down here?  My thoughts are wandering when Stacey taps my hand lightly in an effort to call my attention back to the room. Apparently, my mates have been introducing themselves to Mr. Winchester while I was still in Wonderland. I look up to find him looking down at me. His eyes are the same deep shade of brown as his hair. They are intensely cold and distant, that chilly gaze was fixed on my face.  The words catch in my throat as my tongue suddenly goes limp in my mouth.

 "Well the class is waiting, Miss..."  Those eyes hold me transfixed. It seems he has a sharp tongue too.

 " Jo- Josie Geronimo." I stutter

 " Well Josie, since you can speak why did you  to keep us all waiting then? " Greek god asks.

' He said my name ' is all my mushy brain can come up with. Common sense comes through for me though.

 " I am sorry Mr. Winchester" 

 " Right..." He says, his voice the same intensity as his gaze. Finally, he moves on to the next table. On and on till everyone has had their turn. 

 Mr. Winchester returns his table in front. He seats stiffly on the edge of his seat.

 "The test you all were expecting is being cancelled. Instead, tomorrow we shall be having an interactive class where you all get to say why you chose to study this subject. Are we good? "

 The class shrugs in response. At least we are relieved that we do not have to write a test.

 "I take that as a Yes." Mr. Winchester says. Turning to me once again

 " We are going to begin with interesting characters like you Miss Geronimo." He says and looks away from me.

 I am surprised and embarrassed. An interesting character is not the first impression I wish to make on our new cute History teacher. The bell goes and the period is over. I feel his eyes trail me as I leave the class.

"See you tomorrow Miss. Geronimo." He says to me. Boy, I think History 101 is about to get started.

     *.         *.           *

  DANIEL 

I'm thinking about the pretty little woman I saw in class today. She's so pretty with such dark lustrous hair and a body that any real man would die for. I am somewhat ashamed of myself. This is not the kind of thought a teacher should be having towards his student and on his first day too, it is also  not my reason for coming down to Kansas. No, I didn't fly halfway across the South to start drooling over a girl who's barely twenty. But boy, is she pretty.

 The class is empty. I am the only person in it right now. Silence. Just the thing I love which my mind would not give me. I pick up my laptop and start to leave. I have to be at the studio run by Stan, the artist I met on-line. The studio is where my only passion lies. I stop in front of the Principal's office and go in. The beautiful young woman behind the secretary's desk smiles warmly at me. I wave in reply and mouth a 'hello' through tight lips. The girls, I notice are attracted. Well, I figure that shouldn't be a problem as women have been at the bottom of my list for quite some time now, at least,  not until today.

 "Mr. Winchester, Ms. Conrad may see you now." says the beautiful secretary behind the desk. I smile at her again and go in to see the Principal.

 A nicely carved nameplate boldly bearing the name, Irene Conrad sits on the mahogany table. The woman behind the table has silver -rimmed glasses perched stop her nose. Her snake green eyes looked fierce behind those glasses but when she smiled, the radiance and genuineness of herself captures the heart and sets one at ease in her presence. I figure that's how she's been able to cope around this much number of kids.

 " Hello, Mr. Winchester, please do have a seat. Hope you had a good first day? "

 "Hello Ma'am. Thanks." I reply as I seat.

 "How was your first day on the job?" Ms. Conrad asks again, she had not missed my unwillingness to answer this question. 

" Interesting" I reply. " I found it interesting. " My reply sets Ms. Conrad on the perfect path for another lecture on how great working with teens and young adults can be. I shut her out of the mind and stare straight ahead,  I have heard this sermon twice over and wasn't going to listen again. I know what working with young people can be. A few years back I was sitting like them in a classroom back in Florida. Years along the line and OCD sends me down to Kansas to repeat the same hell of a circle, only this time I am the History teacher. Ms. Conrad's deep voice drags me back to the room.

 " Mr. Jeremy insisted you were gonna do good despite how young you are." 

 " I will try my best ma'am." I reply.

 "You would do great on this Daniel. I strongly believe that."

" Thanks ma'am. You are so kind." I find myself saying exactly how I was taught to.Soon it's over and I get up to go.  I mumble what I guessed was a kind wish at the secretary desk.

 Good Ol 'Uncle Jeremy. I know it has to be him. I am determined to do good, if only the demons in my head would let me.

 I locate my car in the school's parking area. I start the engine and pull out. Looking in my review  mirror, I sight Miss Geronimo from earlier standing with the friend who dresses in dark colors and wears equally dark make-up. My eyes meet hers but I pull them away almost immediately. Slowly, I pull out of Riverside High and drive to Stan's.