The Teacher?

The next day at school waiting at my locker for my new boyfriend to come I saw the other dude. The teacher.

   Blue eyes met mine and he walked over. He stood in front of me, just looking at me.

   "Its illegal to like or crush on a student, who let alone has a boyfriend." I mouthed.

   "Never occured to me till you came along." He answered.

   "Dont make me puke, sir." He wasn't getting it.

   "Want to say it louder?"

   I looked around and caught dark eyes walking my way, he looked at the teacher. Then at me, and I pleaded with my eyes.

   "I dare you to say it to my face." So I did.

   "Sir, go to hell. I have a boyfriend and you ain't him." I mouthed angry.

  "But my," he purred, "pretty girl. I could be."

   "Go to hell, and learn how to flirt with someone else." I mouthed again.

   I looked around for an escape, but saw none. To make it even harder he put his arm right beside my head.

   I hissed threw my teeth. He went to reach for my hair but missed. I had been saved.

   Then I realized it was my hand holding his wrist, the only thing stopping him.

   "I told you not to mess with her."

   I kicked his stomach and went to stand beside the goth looking kid, I loved. Mine and only mine.

   Today I wore a tight fitting skirt and a low cut tank top, all purple. My black running shoes were very girly but I didnt mind.

   As always my partner in crime wore pure black except, he wore, a pair of blue jeans. So a black t-shirt, blue jeans, black socks and running shoes. Hair all a mess.

   Other blue eyed dude wore, a blue tank top and green shorts. White and I mean really white shoes.

   I could almost see the battle about to happen. I wonder who would have won. The bell went off and it was time to go. This was our escape. I wasn't going to have it wasted.