Thread: I'll Never Tell..

Glancing at his watch, he saw it was almost time. Class was still about twelve minutes away but every day, like clockwork, Mia would arrive ten minutes before class began. Mr. Jamesson was a math teacher, and was her homeroom teacher as well. She was almost always the first one to arrive, many of the other students shuffling in until the bell rang, where the last few stragglers tried to get in before they got in trouble. Seated at his desk at the front of the classroom, he reached up and ran his fingers through his light brown hair, kept short as a habit from when he had served in the U.S. Army. He didn't keep it as short as back when he was enlisted, but it was much shorter than many of the other teachers at school. He had also gotten a trim physique from his time in the military, his body filling out the black button down shirt he wore, stretching just enough to give an idea of what lay beneath, but not wrapping around his body. A smile was visible on his face, his jaw cleanly shaven of any hair, giving him a look a few years younger than his actual age of twenty-eight. He always laughed when he was in the Teacher's Room and some of the more elderly of his co-workers would complain vocally of how students were disrespectful. He'd never experienced that in his classes... at most having to occasionally deal with a student attempting to cheat. In fact, numerous times students would come to him to talk about troubles or issues with other teachers. The only thing he could really figure was that his, relatively speaking, youthful appearance made him more approachable than some of the aged of his compatriots. Right on time, he heard the doorknob turn and in she walked. He managed, as he did every morning, not to let his emotion show on his face, as he smiled at her, his soft brown eyes looking her over for the hundredth time, his heart catching in his throat for a moment. Morning, Mia. he said cheerfully. While Mia was certainly more than an eyeful, her long, tanned legs sliding up to a too short skirt, her appealing undergarments just visible through her blouse and a face that he had to struggle not to stare at, moreso it was what she did in class that got his attention. Not the occasional accidental glimpses down her shirt, but how hard she tried. Mia was not his brightest student. There were quite a few that got it much more easily than she did, but what she lacked in pure smarts she made up for in dogged effort. When she had first joined his class at the beginning of the year, he had thought her just another bitchy bimbo. Nice eye candy, but that's it. Her first tests had come back slightly above average... C though B- grades. Nothing exceptional. But then she began asking more questions in class, coming to him at least once a week for some help on his class, and he could see her grades slowly climb. Now she ranked as one of his top students, and he really respected that in her. And he would be lying if he didn't enjoy those few after-school sessions with her. Not that he ever did anything inappropriate. He knew who her father was, not to mention what would happen if he did anything with her at all as her teacher. But whenever they were alone, he always found himself just in the right place to see a little bit more than the average person. He wasn't fooling himself into thinking that she felt the same, but that didn't make him enjoy it any less.