Teaching love

2: The way teenage girls act

*Will*

There is a knock on my office door as I sit looking through some papers right after school has finished. "Come in Alex".

The door opens, and his face pops in. "How did you know it was me ?" He walks inside leaving the door open and flops down in one of the chairs across my desk. "Tim will be here in two minutes, I told him to bring his good whisky. I think a drink is appropriate after first day of school".

"I knew it was you because you are the only one who knocks in to top corner of a door". I tell him putting down my papers. "And well, yeah a drink actually sounds good".

"So how is things at home ?" He looks at me. "Is Sandra still more interested in her work and her girlfriends than in you ?"

I make a face, it is not that she isn't interested in me, well I hope that it isn't. She is just very busy running her own advertising agency. And when she is off, the way she relax the most is by going to cafes and bars with her girlfriends. "She is just busy".

"Don't want to burst your bubble Will, but it always start with just being busy". A flash of pain passes over his face. "Ask Tim too. His wife was suddenly always busy. And bam she asked for a divorce".

I am happy when Tim walks in with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, so I don't have to answer. I know my two best friends has been burned and hurt. I know even more about it than they realise. Alex's girlfriend of two years left him for an investment banker, telling him that he lacked drive and ambition and she couldn't waste her life with someone that would never aspire to anything serious.

Tim’s wife of five years suddenly asked for divorce in the beginning of last school year. She had decided she never wanted the kids he longed so much for, but rather travel the world and discover herself. Even though I have to admit he is better of without her, we all are.

I get why they are not to positive about relationships right now. But me and Sandra has been together for three years, we love each other and work will be less when she is established.

Tim is pouring us each a glass of whisky, as he hands me one he says. "Is it just me or are the senior girls getting more and more.. ummm out there each year. I mean it can be hell teaching them, they think they can achieve anything by flirting".

"God yes, someone seem to have told them that s*x will give them everything in life. I have this girl in my music class, today she kept telling me that she will do anything, as in anything to get the lead in this years musical. She is 17 for God's sake". Alex says, rolling his eyes.

Tim nod. "I had one who sat in first row, and she was wearing this short skirt. She spend the class moving her legs farther and farther apart until I had full view of her panties. I mean I would never think of doing anything. But for God's sake I am a man and it makes it hard to focus".

"Oh yeah the 'whoops I forgot I had on such a short skirt, do you like my panties' trick". I say nodding. "You just don't know what to do, I mean you can't really say anything in the middle of class and pulling them aside after, well kind of embarrassing as they will just pretend that you are the pervert who looks at teenage girls".

"Why can't you say anything in class ? Tell them to close their legs and stop acting like a w***e". Alex says. "I would do that. But my students can't hide under a desk so luckily I don't have to deal with that".

"I am sure you would". Tim says and looks at me, we both laugh and Tim raises his glass. "To a great year, with whores, fun and maybe love to find".

*Amelie*

I am on my way out of the school after my first day in my new job. I am in a bit of hurry as I have to pick up my son René from kindergarten, so of course I manage to stumble over the doorstep on my way out and drop all my papers.

I curse pretty badly in french and I hear a deep sexy chuckle. "Do you need and hand there darling ?" The voice is british with a distinct accent.

I nod but don't look up as I see jeans clad legs squatting down next to me, helping collect my papers. Then he stands up and offers me a hand. And I look up at him. He has a striking face with very high cheekbones and perfectly drawn lips and then the most extraordinary eyes I ever saw, as miniature galaxies in blue and green. "Thank you..". I say as he hands me the paper.

"I haven't seen you before". He says, offering me his hand. "I am Timothy Ventham, but just call me Tim. I teach english literature".

I smile at him. "Amelie Baudin". I say. "And yes I am new here, I teach art history".

"Oh a very interesting subject. I actually used to have an art scholarship when I went to boarding school". He says, he is still holding my hand in his.

I send him a small teasing smile. "Well I would love to see some of your work someday then". I don't know why, but I would actually like to see something he had painted. I have a strange feeling I would like it.

"Well I don't really paint to much these days, but maybe I should start again". He says with a most charming smile.

I extract my hand from his. "Not to be impolite, but I have to go. I need to go pick up my son. But see you around".

His smile falters a tiny bit as I mentioned my son, but then he nods. "Yeah, we'll surely bump into each other again. Good day".

*Harmony*

"So did you have a good first day ?" I ask my son River as he jumps into the front seat of my beat up old car. "Did you get some friends ?"

He rolls his eyes. "The kids in my class is so childish mom, but at least no one is bullying me here". I am happy to hear him say that. He can be a bit of a loner and in his old school a couple of the jocks had it in for him.

"And you had your first music class. So is your teacher any good ?" My son can be a bit picky, he hadn't felt his last music teacher was good enough.

River lights up. "Oh you have to meet him mom. He is amazing and he is just the coolest guy ever, not like a teacher at all".

"That sounds great". I tell him and turns on the car. "I am sure I will meet him soon".