Coffee and Cigarettes
Walking into the classroom, me and Ty are met with the loud chatter of everyone in groups, talking about who knows what. Front and center the three smutkateers as I like to call them, are obnoxiously popping gum, twirling their hair, and provocatively leaning over the desk showing their breasts toward the door waiting for the nonexistent teacher. There is the group of football players talking about the smutkateers, and the upcoming game in the second row up.
The basketball team is right in the middle of the room. The basketball players are pretty much doing the plays over and over again, and taking bets on a live game one of them is showing on their phone. The far back right of the room is empty, it's where me and Ty occupy. I watch as Ty sleepily makes her way up the layered platforms.
She is the exact opposite of me. She has beautiful strawberry blonde hair, the side of her head is shaved. She wore a sloppy bun on the top of her head, a white T-shirt and washed out skinny jeans, followed by her favorite white Nikes. Her clear baby blue eyes lined with a thin layer of black eyeliner.
Then there is me. My hair is black and curls around my face, hanging just at my shoulders. My dark auburn eyes lined with "exotic" looking cateye liner, or whatever Ty calls it. My ears shinning with earrings along it up to my cartledge. I wore black leggings, my favorite gray sweater, and simple black converses. My black back pack holds my books and homework. Making my way up the stairs. I sit next to Ty and run my fingers through my lose bangs.
"I hate you." Her voice low and words mumbled, her face burried in her arms.
"I'm sorry Ty. I really didn't mean to wake up so early." Sitting up, I'm met with slightly blood shot eyes and a pout.
"I know but it doesn't change the fact that you did. You need to see someone; a sleep doctor,or therapist, or something! Its not healthy for you, or me, and sure isn't normal that it happens every night, for the past 6 months never the less." I Rested my face in my palm and leaned against the desk. I let out an exhausted groan.
"I'm not going to a doctor! For normal people or crazy people, because they wouldn't be able to help." Confused, she asks me
"How do you reckon that?" Cracking a devious smile at her, I tell her
"Because I'm neither." Groaning, she rolls her eyes and assumes the same position as me, but faces forward.
"Hey it's kinda late." She glances at her watch.
"So? What's your point?" I grumble out
"Well isn't it strange it's been almost 20 minutes into class and Mr. Ross isn't here? He would be teaching us and yelling at everyone to shut it?" Sitting up and glancing around a little more carefully, or better yet, at all, it hit me.
She's right.
Just as that realization hit me, it seemed to hit every one else. "Sooo no class?" I turn my eyes to hers.
"No jackass we still have another ten minutes! Besides we need this, if we leave and he comes in late because of some dumb crap holding him up and we miss this class, were gonna be drop outs. No way around it, were gonna have to drop out of college, because I sure as shit don't have money for another semester of this bullshit! Just to fuck it up again, NO FECKING WAY" Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth I spoke.
"You're right, I can't afford that either. I wonder what happened to him?" As if on cue the blonde bimbo, Catherine, starts getting hysterical, and even more annoying than usual.
"WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS MY JAMES?! WHY IS HE TORTURING ME LIKE THIS??! WHY DOESN'T HE WANT ME ANYMORE?!" I snicker at the dumb blonde.
"What an idiot." Ty nods agreeing. Catherine has this goofy mentality that our teacher, Mr. James Ross wants her, and that there going to be together. In her mind he's just playing hard to get and he's driving her crazy. Me and Ty turn to each other and she giggles, while I crack up next to her. The hysterical girl in the front sits down in her seat clearly in embarrassment.
Soon enough the door opens, and we all calm down. We sit back and get silent, but we soon find its not Mr.Ross who's walking in, but someone, something completely different. Mr. Ross is a medium height for a man, around five feet ten inches, if I had to guess; with insane green eyes and brown hair that is just long enough to tuck behind his ears but it's not loose; it's more along the lines of the thirteen year old Justin Bieber hair. Nevertheless the man is pretty, fair skin and has a deep voice that could make any girl wet, And his brain is insane! The man's a complete genius, which makes complete sense considering you gotta know your shit to be a mythology teacher. Considering how many different theories and concepts of all kinds of God's and Pantheons, monsters and myths their are.
The man that just stepped in, he is a god. I can barely see his face due to the fact he has on sunglasses, a hat and scarf. He has an heir to him that hit us all, his presence alone seemed to just exude power. The tall frame of a 6'3" monster, and long almost silver, white hair trailing his broad back. His frame isn't thin and scrawny like most taller males though. His biceps alone are huge and his chest swollen in his jacket. Oddly, the man seemed familiar to me. Taking off his jacket to reveal a light blue button up and silver tie tucked into black slacks, he slowly pulls off his scarf revealing a strong jaw and high check bones. My face started to burn at the sight of the slowly revealing man.
"Oh my god, he's such a tease." Ty mumbled out next to me.
I don't think she knows she even said that aloud. Everyone seemed entranced by the mystery man and to see what lays behind those shades. Taking off his hat he shakes his hair free that was trapped under it, showing the even fuller head of hair. Finally when everyone seems to be on the edge of there seat we watch as his sunglasses are pulled off and set next to his hat on the desk. Long silvery eyelashes are the crown to the beautifully set heterochromia eyes. With that my whole face goes dark red. This man, is the man in my dreams, and as soon as that thought hit me, his eyes found mine and never seemed to leave.
The atmosphere around us seemed to disappear.
"It's you." He let out, and the voice I've only imagined and dreamed became so real it almost scares me.
"Who are you?" I ask out loud.
"Yea who are you, Mr. Handsome?" Our eyes disconnect as he turns his head again towards the Blonde bimbo. Her obnoxious whining over Mr. Ross was over a long time ago. It now seems she's found a new target.
"Ah yes, I'm sorry everyone. My name is.."
"déjà vu." I whispered out. And again his eyes met mine.
"Aridius Menetos. But you may just call me Mr.M ." The audible sigh from the smutkateers is ridiculous and obnoxiously loud.
"Where's Mr.Ross?" Ty asks. "Well everyone he is out of town for personal reasons, and he won't be back for a fairly long time. I'll be your teacher from now till his return if you all don't mind." The ever obnoxious group of fan girls let out a bunch of 'no, not at all', 'of coarse not' and 'we would love for you to stay.' I just roll my eyes.
Of course they want him to stay he's a god. Mr. Menetos raises a brow at me and smirks. Oh god, don't tell me you can still read my mind. I sigh and hide my face in my hands. This is gonna be a long day.
"Mr. Menetos since your gonna be our new teacher, how about we get to know each other?" A kid named Tom from the football team called out.
"Great idea and while that happens, I'll reschedule the lesson to tomorrow, since we do only have about 20 minutes left." He stated looking at the ticking clock. me and ty look at each other and sigh, they always do this with new people.
"Cool! Start from the front and keep it going!" Tom yelled out. Catherine leaned back and gave the thumbs up she'll start.
"Twenty questions! I'll start! Question 1 who's single?!" With that me and Ty groan out. Catherine, Tom, Kyle, Jake, Kensey, McKayla raise there hands. Me and Tyler dont bother with the stupid game. It disappointed her to see Mr. M keep his hand down, and I can't deny it upset me too just a bit. So of course all of the nerds in the back, me and Ty, and the whore Catherine are single, but not the guy of my dreams.
Looking out the window at the darkening fall sky, I simply stood up, grabbed my bag and walked down the platforms to the door. No way am i sitting here wasting my time with this high school bullshit.
"Where are you going Kaycera?" That stopped me in my tracks.
"Do not call me by my name." Turning to face him.
"I'm going home to get ready for tomorrow and study because I don't care to play games. If you don't mind." Again raising his brows at me, he and everyone else stared at me and with that I left the room.