as he chalked something onto the board. His trousers tight against his bum as he moved. The little bit of skin that was visible between the collar of his shirt and his hairline had her transfixed. It was so smooth and lightly tanned… she wanted to kiss him right there.
The best part about him though was his smile and his dimples. She wanted to cry he was that perfect. Knowing that she was a sixteen-year-old in his A-level class and that sad fact meaning she would never be able to have him, to call him hers and he would never see her in the same way she saw him devastated her.
She now knew what all her friends moaned about when they fancied a boy that didn’t like them back. It was horrible and totally insane to think that a person can get themselves into this state just by a bunch of feelings that they have conjured up within themselves. With no help from the other party in question at all.
It was crazy to think that perfectly sane women, like her, spent hours each day thinking about and analysing men that they hardly knew. The sense of mystery being all the more exciting.
What aftershave does he use? What his hand would feel like holding yours? What his mum was called? Does he have a pet?
Crazy…
Maybe on Monday she would feel differently? Maybe she would notice that he wasn’t as attractive as she first thought. He might have had a bad haircut over the weekend or she might catch him chatting up a male teacher and realise he was gay...
Maybe?
‘What’s your new English teacher like, darling?’ her mum asked her over a plate of homemade fish pie and broccoli that evening. Alice had nearly choked when her mother had spoken because only moments before she had been daydreaming about what he would look like naked.
‘He seems nice,’ she managed.
‘Nice? Mr Chambers is lush!’ Stephanie, her sister added with gusto.
‘That’s enough of that talk, young lady,’ her dad said shaking his head at his youngest offspring, ‘You shouldn’t talk about your teachers like that. It’s not natural.’
‘Whatever! It’s so natural. He’s totally buff and all my friends agree.’
‘He’s got a nice smile,’ Alice said without thinking, her cheeks turning pink suddenly.
‘Has he now?’ her dad replied looking up from his fork of cheesy haddock.
‘Yes, I suppose so. That’s what you meant isn’t it, Steph?’ she shifted in her chair awkwardly.
‘It wasn’t his smile I was looking at,’ Stephanie laughed. She really didn’t care what she said in front of their parents.
‘That’s nice dear, now finish your dinner,’ her mum said trying to change the subject.
‘You wait till parents evening, mum, you’re going to be like… so fit.’
‘Well let’s wait and see shall we. I’m sure he won’t be my type,’ she joked, smiling at her husband and rolling her eyes.
They continued dinner in silence. Alice now unable to get the picture of her mum mercilessly flirting with her Mr Chambers out of her head.
RAINY DAYS AND MONDAYS
Monday 18 th September
H ow did he look so perfect every day? But really… how? Alice stared at him from where she sat three rows back from the front, the desks split into pairs, all facing his desk.
Today he was wearing a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up in his trademark style and no tie. His hair looked less groomed than normal. It seemed even thicker and it gave him a younger look. He appeared tired, but in a drowsy sexy way. Alice thought he must have had a late night. Then thinking of that made her angry because he could have been with another woman.
She watched as he moved along the desks handing out a photocopied sheet of questions about Jane Eyre , the text they were currently studying. Alice couldn’t help drawing on the similarities between Mr Chambers and Mr Rochester from the novel, he was a strong, very sexual, worldly male too. It made her blush now when he read aloud passages from the book, however innocent the content, because she understood
The best part about him though was his smile and his dimples. She wanted to cry he was that perfect. Knowing that she was a sixteen-year-old in his A-level class and that sad fact meaning she would never be able to have him, to call him hers and he would never see her in the same way she saw him devastated her.
She now knew what all her friends moaned about when they fancied a boy that didn’t like them back. It was horrible and totally insane to think that a person can get themselves into this state just by a bunch of feelings that they have conjured up within themselves. With no help from the other party in question at all.
It was crazy to think that perfectly sane women, like her, spent hours each day thinking about and analysing men that they hardly knew. The sense of mystery being all the more exciting.
What aftershave does he use? What his hand would feel like holding yours? What his mum was called? Does he have a pet?
Crazy…
Maybe on Monday she would feel differently? Maybe she would notice that he wasn’t as attractive as she first thought. He might have had a bad haircut over the weekend or she might catch him chatting up a male teacher and realise he was gay...
Maybe?
‘What’s your new English teacher like, darling?’ her mum asked her over a plate of homemade fish pie and broccoli that evening. Alice had nearly choked when her mother had spoken because only moments before she had been daydreaming about what he would look like naked.
‘He seems nice,’ she managed.
‘Nice? Mr Chambers is lush!’ Stephanie, her sister added with gusto.
‘That’s enough of that talk, young lady,’ her dad said shaking his head at his youngest offspring, ‘You shouldn’t talk about your teachers like that. It’s not natural.’
‘Whatever! It’s so natural. He’s totally buff and all my friends agree.’
‘He’s got a nice smile,’ Alice said without thinking, her cheeks turning pink suddenly.
‘Has he now?’ her dad replied looking up from his fork of cheesy haddock.
‘Yes, I suppose so. That’s what you meant isn’t it, Steph?’ she shifted in her chair awkwardly.
‘It wasn’t his smile I was looking at,’ Stephanie laughed. She really didn’t care what she said in front of their parents.
‘That’s nice dear, now finish your dinner,’ her mum said trying to change the subject.
‘You wait till parents evening, mum, you’re going to be like… so fit.’
‘Well let’s wait and see shall we. I’m sure he won’t be my type,’ she joked, smiling at her husband and rolling her eyes.
They continued dinner in silence. Alice now unable to get the picture of her mum mercilessly flirting with her Mr Chambers out of her head.
RAINY DAYS AND MONDAYS
Monday 18 th September
H ow did he look so perfect every day? But really… how? Alice stared at him from where she sat three rows back from the front, the desks split into pairs, all facing his desk.
Today he was wearing a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up in his trademark style and no tie. His hair looked less groomed than normal. It seemed even thicker and it gave him a younger look. He appeared tired, but in a drowsy sexy way. Alice thought he must have had a late night. Then thinking of that made her angry because he could have been with another woman.
She watched as he moved along the desks handing out a photocopied sheet of questions about Jane Eyre , the text they were currently studying. Alice couldn’t help drawing on the similarities between Mr Chambers and Mr Rochester from the novel, he was a strong, very sexual, worldly male too. It made her blush now when he read aloud passages from the book, however innocent the content, because she understood
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