The teacher I had a crush on

It’s a Saturday morning and I’m sitting in class attempting to finish my History project. Draw a map of the whole world and label each capital city, river, and lake to be found. But, that was the kind of work Mr. Barnes usually gave us.. incredibly impossible and incredibly unnecessary. I didn’t really see the point in making the map so I just figured Mr. Barnes had no life and made up for that by grading meticulously on the rediculous work he gave us. I’m making it sound as if he’s a bad teacher… that’s not the case at all. Even as I sat in Saturday detention for not turning in my map on time he (being the detention teacher aswell) volunteered to help me and even brought me a pencil when mine broke.

Ok, I have to admit, I have a little crush on him… all of the girls do actually. He’s a beautiful man on the inside and out. He is probably in his mid thirties but doesn’t look a day over 25 with his boyish dimples, perfect smile, and dark brown eyes that seem to make you feel like you are the only person in the room when he looks at you. I sometimes sit in class imagining that his tanned, toned arms pick me up and his perfect lips kiss mine. That could be the reason I never get any work done.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Mr. Barned say “Anna, I know you were supposed to have 6 hours but I’m not feeling well so would you be terribly disappointed if I
let you go? and… we’ll just tell the principal you stayed here for the full six.” He smiled and winked at me. God, I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to have that perfect of a smile.

“Well, my mother wasn’t going to pick me up until 3, and she has to work until then, but you can go if you feel bad, I’ll hang around the school for a few hours,” I replied.

“Ok, I lied, I don’t really feel bad,” he confessed, “I just thought you might want to be out doing something with some friends, it is Saturday after all. So, I thought, you could leave and go have fun and I could go home, take a shower, and sleep the rest of the day.”

I laughed at his confession and told him he could go and I would be fine alone. I didn’t really want to hang out with my friends, all of them had boyfriends and it made me uncomfortable being the fifth wheel.

“No, I’m not leaving you up here alone with nothing to do. You’d be bored out of your mind,” he said.

I nodded my head in agreement. Although I didn’t want to be a burdon to him, I knew he was right. Five hours at the school with nothing at all to do definantly sounded boring.

“Mr. Barnes, I don’t want to be a bother. The whole reason I’m up here is because I didn’t finish my map and it isn’t fair for you to give up your Saturday,” I told him.

He sat silent for a minute as if he were thinking. “Why don’t you come over to my house? We can have some breakfast and watch a movie or something until 3. It probably isn’t what you’d consider fun but, my house is more comfortable than these hard chairs.”

The thought of being alone with him in his house with noone around excited me. I called my mother to ask her if it was ok. She said it was and that she’d pick me up at his house at 3.

I was surprised when we arrived at his house. It was a two-story brick house with a beautiful yard.. I wondered how anyone with a teacher’s salary could afford a home like that. We walked inside and I asked him where his bathroom was. He led me upstairs and opened the door. I looked inside and noticed a Playboy magazine on the cabinet. When he realized he left it there he quickly picked it up and tossed it up onto a high shelf.

“Sorry about that, my brother leaves his stuff everywhere,” he lied. I could tell he was embarrassed because his face started turning red. I laughed and told him it was ok, and that I didn’t know anyone who didn’t read Playboy. He laughed nervously and left me in the bathroom. I let my hair out of it’s pony-tail and sprayed a little perfume on my neck. I wasn’t sure why I was trying to make myself more attractive for him, he probably didn’t find me attractive anyways.