The Wright One

ALEX

I couldn’t help but razz her this morning. She honestly thinks she can handle high school kids. They are going to eat her alive.

To be honest though, I wasn’t expecting a woman as attractive as her. I figured a mousy girl who wanted to make a difference. But that was a woman, strong and ready to hold her own. Too bad that isn’t enough. Her looks aren’t lost on me though. Her jeans hugged her body just right. That v neck t-shirt hugged everything perfect. Then she paired it with these ankle boots that gave her a little boost. She had her hair up in a messy bun, but it didn’t look unkempt, just perfect.

Cassie plops down in her desk. “Do we really have to do this?”

She isn’t the first student to ask me that today. She’s one of those kids that shows up because her parents make her, but she actually has no desire to actually do anything when she is here. “It’s only a couple of hours then you have lunch. It’s not going to kill you.”

Jake kicks up his leg on the desk in front of him. “Hey, Teach did you see the new hot teacher across the hall?” Jake is a jock that prefers to spend his time looking at girls rather than doing the actual work assigned. However if he doesn’t pull it together this year he may be off the team.

I shake my head. Leave it to an over hormonal sixteen year old to point out the obvious. “That isn’t how we talk about our teachers, Jake.”

Tiffany laughs. “You’re only saying that because you protest the students calling you hot.” She is one of those girls that thinks her looks are what is going to get her by in life. She has no desire to do any actual work, she plans to just find a husband and live her life doing what he wants. Only she doesn’t realize how many women do that. There aren’t that many successful men.

I point my finger at her. “I don’t want to hear anymore talk like that. We are here to get through summer school in one piece and not check out the hot teachers. Got it.”

Jake laughs. “So you admit that she is hot.”

Travis gives him a high five. Those two are two peas in a pod. I am pretty sure there is a third to their group but he probably passed his classes. Well, shit now the class is lost. I only have eight kids for the morning session but still. My class is already lost on the teacher next door.

I picked up the packets of papers that I had made and stapled on my desk. “That’s enough. I have packets for you. You get through the packets then you can spend the rest of our time here until the test just chilling out. But here is the kicker, you have to get them all correct.” I give them a challenging smirk. Honestly if we just sit here quietly and work on the packets I’m fine with that too.

There is a collective groan. “Come on guys, this isn’t so bad. It’s basically a copy of the test. We get through this the test will be a breeze then you can get your credits and move on from this math.”

Sam raises her hand. “Can I leave now?” She is what we call the Emo kid. She wears all black and doesn’t like to be in any class. I think she only shows up because her parents told her they would kick her out if she didn’t. At sixteen she isn’t ready to be out of the nest.

“No you can not leave.”

Connor raises his hand. “What does the hot teacher teach?” He’s not really a jock but he likes to hang out with them, so I am not exactly surprised to hear this from him either.

I roll my eyes. “We are not here to ask about the hot teacher.” I’m already walking around the class handing out the packets.

Jake snickers. “Damn straight she’s hot.”

“Jake.” I give him a warning tone, but this means absolutely nothing to him.

He doesn’t stop snickering. “She is teaching right across the hall.” Somehow this is supposed to be important right now.

Connor smiles. “I have her next then.” Now I see why it is important.

Jake stares at him open mouthed. “You lucky bastard.”

“Mouth Jake.” I counter. Trying to rein in my own class. I can only smile at the thought of what little miss perfect, Ms. Wright, is having to deal with.

He takes his packet. “Did she shoot you down, Teach?”

“Look we are not going to objectify Ms. Wright.”

I guess that was the wrong words because now my class is in a tiff.

“Holy shit, she is a Wright.” Travis.

“No way she is a Wright.” Jake.

“I wonder if she would hook me up with her brother.” Tiffany.

“That is gross Tiff. They are all like way older.” Cassie. Cassie is pretty like Tiffany but she plans to be alone for the rest of her life. I think she might swing the other way.

“Ever hear of a sugar daddy, Cass?” Tiffany.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I hear that two of the Wrights are already married.” Patrick. Patrick is one of those loner kids that doesn’t have many friends.

“Yeah the old ones.” Sam.

“They are still hot.” Stacy. She preens herself like one of them is going to walk in here any minute. She likes to throw herself at the attractive guys in class. I wish she had a little bit more self respect.

I raise my voice slightly. “Class, settle down. We are here to learn math, not study the Wright family.”

The class is lost. They are still talking over me. Yeah, there is no way that she is doing any better than me.