“Her skin is flawless,” Mike thought to himself as he studied his newest interest just a few seats ahead of him. He wasn’t even pretending to pay attention to Mrs. Lenox anymore. Her voice had started to sound like the adults in the old Charlie Brown cartoons as soon as she started talking.
He studied her and as he caught a glimpse of her profile, he was thinking that she actually had the most perfect skin he had ever seen. He knew a lot about skin. More than he wanted to know. His father was a dermatologist and it wasn’t a secret that he was expected to follow in his father’s footsteps. He was supposed to be in the office after school to help out and “learn a thing or two straight from the source, the best of the best…”
Mike felt the scowl come across his face, but it was only momentarily. He watched as Glory slowly turned and took a peek over her shoulder. She looked directly at him. He was sure of it this time. He flashed her a knowing smile and she narrowed her eyes and quickly looked away. She was such a sassy thing.
He was enjoying her resistance, already finding her frown a bit endearing, just like her curious limp. If it weren’t for those two things, her beauty would probably have made her unapproachable. Mike considered asking her to model for a few photos to put up in his father’s new office, but realized he was getting ahead of himself, as he tended to do.
He eyed the clock, making sure he didn’t miss counting down the seconds until the bell. He was going to be the first person up and ready to help Glory to her next class. She would act like she hated that, but he knew it was only an act. Why had she put up these walls? The mystery was so intriguing.
She glanced at him again, this time more indirectly, but her eyes flitted his way, and he gave her another sly smile. She ignored and immediately refocused on the teacher, but her back was straighter and more alert than before. He was having a reaction.
He considered asking her to come watch him practice on his dirt bike after school but it sounded like an excuse to show off and it probably was. She would say no anyway. Instead he decided that he was going to walk her home, whether she wanted him to or not.
“I should meet her at her locker,” he thought, “as soon as I figure out where that is, or maybe ….”
“ Mike? Mike!” the teacher scolded.
“Oh! Sorry Mrs. Lenox. Can you repeat the question?”
“Who is the artist of The Scream?”
“ On page 43…” she hinted.
“Munch?” he read from the book.
“Glad you joined us back on planet earth,” Glory said with a snicker
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