"Hey
guys, I'm Nick Meyer. I'm a business and accounting major with a
physics minor. I'm in the graduate program and teaching beginning
math classes cause, let's face it, we all know tuition here is killer.
So, on that note, welcome to Math 1000 and I'll be your teacher this
semester.”
I
groaned inwardly, I was in a world of trouble.
Just Another After School Special
Part Two
By
Eva Rayne
I
never made any conscious plans to go after Nick, the idea of starting
an affair with a professor never crossed my mind. But that's exactly
what I ended up doing.
The
fifty minute class seemed to fly by. I even caught myself laughing at
one point. Nick – he encouraged us to call him by his first name,
apparently being referred to as 'Mr. Meyer' freaked him out – said
he understood that most of us were only taking this class to fulfill
our math requirement and wasn't surprised when none of us were going
into a math related field.
Because
of that, he said he would try to make the class as laid back as
possible, only covering the things we absolutely had to know, and try
to not make us hate him. By the looks some of the other girls in the
class were giving him, I had a hard time thinking anyone would
actually hate him.
I
was surprised when I was slightly disappointed when class ended. I
was even more surprised when I found my self hanging back as the rest
of the class trickled out of the room. Once I was the only one left
in the room I slipped my back pack over my shoulder and made my way
up to the front of the room where Nick was slipping the folder he had
stuck the attendance sheet into his back pack.
He
looked up at me and smiled, although you could tell he was surprised
I was still in the room. “Is there something I can help you
with...” I could see him struggling to remember my name.
“Isabel,”
I told him, “But you can call me Izzie, or Bell. That's what my
friends call me.”
“Alright
then, Izzie. What can I do for you?” His easy smile was back on his
lips and I suddenly had no idea what to say or what I was even still
doing here.
“I,
um, well you see, math isn't my best subject,” I tripped over my
words, having more difficulty stringing a sentence together than I
think I ever had.
He
laughed, “I try to keep this class pretty easy, especially since
we're first thing in the morning, I know this isn't how you guys want
to start your day. We'll just cover the basics that I know are on the
final.”
I
smiled, nodding. Nick glanced at his watch and I wondered if I was
being dismissed.
“But,
if you are having trouble please let me know. I have no problem
tutoring you or helping you work through the homework.”
“That
would be great,” I told him, knowing I was smiling like an idiot.
“I would really appreciate that.”
“Here,
let me see your notebook,” he said, holding out his hand. I pulled
the blue notebook that I had been using in class out of my back pack
and handed it to him, instantly embarrassed about all of the doodles
I had made in the margins. There was no need to be though because
Nick flipped to one of the last pages and wrote his phone number in
the same clear block letters he had used on the board.
“Shoot
me a text sometime later today so I have your number and then feel
free to use it whenever you want to.”
“Thank
you,” I said, hoping the smile on my lips was more cool and
confident than it felt.
“You're
welcome, Izzie. I hope you enjoy the class,” he glanced at his
watch again. “I'm sorry, but I really do have to run, my advanced
accounting class is on the other side of campus and starts, well,
now.” He chuckled, “I'll see you Friday morning,”
“Definitely,”
I told him as he slipped his back pack over his shoulder.
With
an easy smile he told me to have a good day and disappeared out of
the room. “You too,” I whispered quietly, long after he was out
of ear shot. I looked at his number in my notebook one more time
before returning it to my back pack.
Tori
was never going to believe this.
Thank you!
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