Chapter 18 - Levana
Iwatched my sisteruntil she climbed onto the bus and took her seat. The second she waved, I raced indoors and grabbed my bag. “Dad,” I shouted. “Let’s go.” I was literally hopping from one foot to the other. As soon as he walked into the kitchen with his tie in his hand, I hustled him out to the car. “Here, give me that.” I took the tie and put it around my neck. “I’ll knot, you drive.” I woke up this morning with a bounce in my step. Whether it was the arrival of the new teacher or not, I didn’t bother to question my excitement. Something I hadn’t felt in a while.
And my father noticed. “What’s gotten into you today, sweetheart,” he asked, backing the car out of the garage. “Met a nice boy.” He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes. “Can’t I just be happy to go to school.”
He looked at me, smiling. “So, you’re enjoy this school then?”
“Eyes on the road, dad and yes, I like it.”Now even more. Grinning, I handed him the tie. “Will you be home for dinner, tonight?”
“I should be,” he said manoeuvring the car onto the main road. “I have several meetings unless you girls want to do pizza?”
“We’ll wing it.” My response earned a chuckle.
Cian was waiting for me as I climbed out the car. Yesterday, between the practical tests, quizzes, homework, and Cian’s homecoming committee meeting, we hadn’t time to discuss the new teacher. Now, I could see she was chomping at the bit to tell me something. “Bye, dad.” I closed the door, watched him drive off then neared her. “What’s got your fanny tickled?”
Just then a sudden roar filled the air and we both, along with several others, turned at the sound.
“That,” Cian answered above the noise which purred before it cut out and I didn’t blame her.
Mr Sinclair sat astride a large chrome and black bike. As he removed his helmet, several boys walked up to admire his bike. His laughter was contagious, and I found myself smiling.
Cian noticed. “C’mon.” She grasped my arm, propelling me in his direction. “Let’s go chat with our sexy new teacher who visited my dreams last night. He left me panting so much so that I got up with a freaking hard on.”
One thing I’d learned pretty quickly about my friend, was that once you got past her reticent walls, not only was she intelligent, she was amusing, and sometimes her off-handed jokes made no sense, but they got a laugh out of me.
Still, I dug my heels into the ground. “And tell him what exactly?” Even though I had a prior interaction with the man, it didn’t make me his friend. The last thing I wanted was to remind him where we’d met.
She opened her mouth to respond but I already saw her reason for the sudden decision, in the form of Samantha, making a spectacle of herself by shoving the boys aside to get to Mr Sinclair. He climbed off his bike, grabbed his satchel and began walking toward me, ignoring Samantha’s mouth, pumping stale gas, as she hurried to keep up with him.
Before he reached us, I grabbed Cian’s arm and dragged her into the building. “A girl can’t get a hard on, can she?” I asked, anything to get her focus off Mr Sinclair.
“Yeah, well tell that to my clit. Please tell me that Mr Sinclair didn’t make your panties wet yesterday,” she argued. “And it’s called a lady boner. I’m sure of it.”
“Interesting choice of words, Miss Jackson.”
I froze, like a bucket of ice water had just been dumped over my head, the same time Cian’s mouth formed the perfect ‘o’, and I knew she had the same thought I did. How much did Mr Sinclair hear? We both slowly turned to find our dashing teacher behind us. One corner of his mouth kicked up in a soft smile as his eyes found mine.
“Care to—”
Cian bolted down the hall toward homeroom, leaving me to face him alone.
“I—I.” I swallowed my nerves and smiled. “Good morning, Mr Sinclair.”
“Morning, Miss Singh.” He looked confused for a minute before he added, “why so formal? I won’t bite, you know.”
Puzzled I gaped at him for a second. “I’m sorry?” He almost acted like he knew me, like really knew me not that short exchange that last barely ten minutes and I found that strange. “See you in class, Mr Sinclair.” I shot off before he could stop me.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Mr Sinclair’s statement throughout the day. It was almost like he wanted to be friends. Maybe I was overthinking this, and the attractive man was just that—sinfully handsome.
As I entered his class, I couldn’t help the tiny shudder that passed through me when he lifted his head from the notes he was reading, slipped off his glasses, and smiled at me. My slight shudder turned into a ball of explosive heat to the nether regions making me swallow hard and walk quickly to my desk.
