Honor Student - By Teresa Mummert Page 0,34
situation. I made my way into my bedroom to change into something more comfortable. I pulled on a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top and decided a book would finish off the evening nicely. I picked out an old romance novel that I had bought at the local bookstore a few months back, but had never made time to read. As the pages passed I felt my heart growing heavier. As much as I tried to escape what I was feeling, the words in the book touched a nerve inside of me. I spent the rest of the evening crying quietly alone until I fell asleep, exhausted by my own sadness.
The next morning I decided that as much as I wanted to stay home and sulk I could not pass up the opportunity to see him. He had taken over my thoughts and had become an addiction that I needed to feed. I took extra care to make sure my hair was perfectly straight and my makeup was just enough to show him what he was missing. I drove to school in silence. I was so wrapped up in having to actually look William in the eye I did not even realize the radio was not on.
My workout was actually quite bearable. Jeff was not around today and I was thankful I did not have to talk about our time at the club. He was a nice guy, but I wasn’t attracted to him in the least.
As the day went on, I realized that several of my books were missing. It dawned on me that I had left them in Mr. Honor’s car the entire weekend. My nerves were on edge as I sat through lunch listening to Claire and Becka rave about their weekend in the clubs. I picked at my food, never actually taking a bite.
“I still can’t believe Jeff wrecked his car. He is lucky to be alive.” Becka said sadly.
“That’s what he gets for drinking and driving.” Claire chimed in. I rolled my eyes remembering how they passed the liquor around the car that very night.
As the bell rang, I sat frozen in my seat, not sure if I could go to his class. I wanted more than anything to see him but I was scared of his reaction. Sitting through an entire period without him so much as glancing my way would devastate me.
“Come on, you’re going to be late.” Becka said cheerfully as she looped her arm in mine and pulled me from the seat. I dumped my lunch tray and made my way down the hall to Mr. Honor’s class. I stood outside as everyone filed in. I glanced through the doorway to see Mr. Honor leaning against the front of his desk. His eyes met mine and for a moment, time froze. I held my breath and stared at him. He wore a dark black button up shirt that made his blue eyes glow. A male student walked up to him and got his attention. I took a deep breath and slinked inside. I noticed a small stack of books on my desk and could not help but smile. I sat down and fidgeted with my pen, not wanting to look up at him. He began to speak asking random questions about the chapter he had assigned for us to read over the weekend. I let my mind wander as I chewed on the end of my pencil.
“Emma…Emma!” William called and I glanced up to see the entire class staring at me.
“What” I asked, sounding more irritated than I intended.
“Who exacted punishment on the rebels of the North of England reffered to as ‘The Harrying of the North’?” His eyes burned into mine and the entire class sat silent, waiting for my response.
“William the Conqueror.” I blurted out, thinking of his text messages to me. He smiled at our own private joke.
“That is correct Ms. Townsend.” His lips curved up in a devilish grin. My heart leaped into my thoat. “Good girl” I nearly melted out of my seat into a puddle on the floor. Those words had a direct connection to the naughtiest of places on my body. I bit my lip as my cheeks burned pink. His eyes narrowed and I quickly let my lip free. He moved on to other questions and the conversation blurred in my mind. William had a way of taking over my every thought. The bell rang, ending the class in what seemed