I wonder what he thinks when he sees me. Does he smile just to be polite or am I really capable of putting a smile on his face? How does he look at me when I’m not looking at him? Does he think of me when I’m not around? All these questions enter my mind when I’m not around him. Thoughts of him torment me throughout my day when I can’t see him. Whenever I walk by his classroom I just hope that he opens the door to run an errand just so I can see him smile and say, “Hi.” It’s been a couple weeks since my last post and small things have happened. He teases me and makes me feel inferior and he makes me sore when he calls for me. He’s gently grabbed my elbow to keep me from walking away from him and he’s used my knee for support to get up. There’s more to these spectacular moments but that’s too much for my heart to explain right now. He’s not here today so while I type this all I’m doing is wondering if he is thinking, “I have Allie today and I won’t be there.” I hope he’s thinking of me.
The Beginning
So my name is Allie Tinstleton, and I am a senior at Summerville High. I have a best friend named Annabell Weaver and we’ve been best friends since elementary school. We’ve both recently started our senior year at Summerville and we have this amazing new teacher, McSteamy, that we’d like you to know about.
He is 5’11” and has light brown, almost blond hair that happens to fall right at the edges of his beautiful brown eyes. His eyes which sparkle when he smiles have small wrinkles at the edges which show the signs of a happy life of teaching. His perfect nose leads down to two straight rows of teeth which shine when you look at him in a certain way. All these perfections are followed by imperfections which in turn make him perfect.
My first day of school I had McSteamy for my fifth class period. I walked in nervous due to the fact that I had heard so many stories about him being a womanizer and flirting with his students. I walked in with my head down and took a seat at the end of his classroom. Once all the students in class were seated and organized small talk erupted and I stayed with my head down, facing my twiddling thumbs. He stood up from his desk and idled in the front center of the classroom, his presence was enough to quiet all of us down. His black thick framed glasses were in his right hand being cleaned by the bottom of his blue striped polo; his shirt was lifted a bit only to reveal a portion of his flat belly. He put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and began to speak.
His voice rang across the classroom in a sultry pitch causing my head to snap up and see his beautiful face. My face flushed because when my head snapped up he caught eye contact with me. The feeling of being engulfed in a mans presence took me by surprise. I felt like it was only me and him in the room. Once his gaze changed from my eyes to someone else I faced my desk and pulled myself together only to look up and see him looking at me again.
As soon as his “good morning” ‘hellos’ were said he stated that we would be sitting in alphabetical order. He ordered us to listen for our names and sit in the desk where we would be standing. He called name after name sitting the pretty girls up front and the boys toward the back of each row. He reached the ‘T’ names and said, “Allie Tintsleton?” and looked up. My shy brown eyes peaked out from behind my glasses and instantly caught his eyes. Once he saw who this “Allie” was he smiled and changed where he was standing at a seat towards the back and sat me in the front of the fourth row away and across from his desk. Once I sat down he lingered standing next to me with his pointer and middle finger dancing across my new desk. Once he finished filling my row he was reluctant to move but he did anyways.
He finished his seating chart and the rest of the class period he spoke about how his class would run and the grading scale, etc. Close to the end of the period McSteamy gave us a pre-test. My mind was so full of thoughts of his masculine body and sultry voice that I’m more than sure half of those answers on the test are wrong. I finished my test a couple minutes early and all I could do was look at McSteamy. His eyes staring intently at the computer away from me. He was doing his teacher stuff and after he clicked out of and Internet window turned in his chair and stared at me. Now once I noticed he turned, I quickly put my head down and peaked at him through my bangs. I’m sure he never noticed because he stared for a good two minutes straight, his gaze was so intense and attractive that I wanted to show him I was looking back but I held back.
After the two minutes passed he stood up and smiled at what he thought was me going over my answers. He then went into the center of the room and told us how to pass our test forward. We all did so and stayed quiet. Once he got the test into his possession he spoke about why we needed to take the test. In the middle of his monologue the bell rang to ignite lunch had started and the other students in my class began to get up and leave. I stayed and listened until he finished and was one of the last students to walk out. As I walked out I heard him say, “Thank you.” I went the rest of the day thinking about my new favorite class and how it made me feel.
Now please keep in mind that I, Allie Tinstleton, will be doing most of the typing on this blog but my best friend Annabell Weaver will type some of her moments as well. Also keep in mind that she is in a different class period than I.
Below is a picture of our seating chart.
