More surprises...

—As you hear him, he has a secretary woman.

—B ... but what do you say? If what you are saying is true, then who is this man? "Something told me that he can't be the rector's secretary when we talked, internally I wanted to believe him, but with this I can't and now I'm a little scared and worried." —I think it, very worried.

—Hey! Earth calling Jaaack ...

—What happened?

—What. what happened? I should ask you that, the bell has already rang and you don't seem to have heard it and we have to go to class...

—Seriously?! Sorry ... aaahhh !!  Rays!! I will be late and I still don't know where my classroom is.

—Don't worry, I told you I would be your guide. Now tell me in which parallel he touches you.

—Hmm ... let me check the message my mom sent me ... yes, here it is. He touches me in 3rd year of high school parallel "A".

— it's excellent, it touches you with me. —She smiles a little flirtatious.

 Immediately a slightly mischievous smile appears on my lips.

"of course, how can you not be happy? if it touches me with my pretty friend". —I think, as we walk to receive classes.

We entered the classroom and I immediately took a seat, of course next to Iris. After a few seconds the math teacher comes in.  Many do not like this subject, in fact neither do to I, I do not feel very happy knowing that I receive math classes on my first day and even more in the first hour.

—Is seriously? This must be a joke. —I say not very happy.

Iris looks at me and smiles as if to say "don't worry I'll help you".

—Good morning, students. —the teacher greets.

—Good morning miss teacher! —We all say in chorus.

At this moment my eyes are slowly looking at the teacher to identify her. I am very paralyzed, as if i was in Shock and over and over I repeat myself in my head

—Why didn't you look her before? why?!

 And from this day on my heart and mind loved and will love math class. How not to love this class? if the sample is a beauty. Skin so fair it seems as if I could see right through her, straight black hair down to the buttocks that made me fall in love more and more. Sky blue eyes that transport me to another universe, well-defined eyebrows and a little fleshy strawberry pink lips that make my heart race every moment, that makes me want to kiss her internally. And an incomparable figure (That is to say 90' 60' 90')

I hear someone cough but I don't pay attention since I don't want to take my eyes off the teacher, I hear the cough of someone next to me again but this time louder and a little more abrupt, I turn my head to my right and there is Iris  with his accusing gaze and shaking his head from side to side as if to tell me

—"No, I can't believe Jack what my eyes see."

  My cheeks start to turn tomato red with embarrassment, but my shoulders shrug a bit at the same time as my mouth lets out a smile that means,

—"It's not my fault that she is so beautiful, I am a  victim more of his charm".

—Jack ... kindly i say you not be so obvious and concentrate more since the teacher is speaking.

—I will repeat one more time for all those who were distracted. —The teacher looks at me a little smiling.

My mouth falls open from how surprised and ashamed I am, to find out that the teacher realized that I looked at her with the eyes of a detective. Still with my mouth a little open, my head turns to Iris.

—I told you Jack ... don't be so obvious ... —She takes her eyes off me to pay attention to what the teacher says, just like me.

—I am very happy to be working with all of you because you already know my way of teaching. Well, not all, of them I realize we have someone new this year. Come look at the front of the class with me and introduce yourself so that we can all get to know you.

I look back to see if she is referring to someone else and I look her as if asking her, me?

—If you. Come on young pretty face we are waiting for you. —Everyone smiles like her, wanting revange for what happened before.

I get up a little embarrassed

—My name is ...

at that moment I remember what Mom always tells me before entering each institution. "If they ask you for personal information such as home address, my name, among other information, do not say it, turn around, as if to say  I do not remember I just moved, my name can be said in another language or abbreviated, but do not say it. Since that information only has the rector and no one else can know it "

—your name is? ... —asks the teacher.

—Sorry ... I got distracted. My name is James Jackson Smith, I am 17 soon to turn 18.

—Welcome James." —They all say in chorus as I go to my desk.

—James? .. one more question. —She interrogates me before he gets to the desk."

My body trembles internally worried that he asks me my address or where I come from or things about my family. Which I have been asked before and I have not known how to answer.

—Yes teacher, I'm single, I don't have a girlfriend, I'm free and available. —I turn to her, answering without knowing what her question was going to be. I finish with a very flirtatious and victorious laugh, I take my place at the desk without taking my eyes off the teacher.

Although I know that it is an answer out of context and that it is a little disrespectful towards the teacher, but I am sure that he will not accuse me with the rector, much less will he scold me, since from the beginning there was like a small connection between  both.

All the students get wet with their mouths "Uuuuuu!" She smiles a little embarrassed but accepting my flirtation.

—I am Alice Panabaker for those who do not know me or do not remember my name. —Responding to my flirtation, she introduces herself to me indirectly since I'm the only one who doesn't know her and she says this by looking at me,

—"it's obvious that she liked me"  —I think.

—Today, being the first day of school, I had planned talk to everyone, to find out how your vacations were spent and where they went, also to tell about my experiences on these well-deserved vacations. —She makes a gesture of exhaustion and everyone in the room laughs.

—But apparently they don't want to talk, so we're going to spend the class remembering some math exercises from previous years, mostly those that made learning difficult for them. —She says it, looking at me with a mischievous smile and revenge for having made her embarrassed in front of the students. Apparently she realized that I don't like math.

—Noooooooo...!!! —It is heard in chorus.

In this moment I feel like a dagger pierces my heart for such cruel revenge, everything was so beautiful that I thought I had won her heart, but apparently not. Again she is upstairs, it feels like a Football Soccer game but she is ahead, 2 for her and 1 for me.

And so it was, the whole class we spent solving mathematical exercises. I receive the other 3 class before the break. The bell rings indicating the break time. I and Iris headed to the cafeteria to get something to eat and to talk a little about what we have missed being apart.

The break ends and we go to class. The time has come to receive the last class, so that we can retire to the house. I am talking with a classmate to my left about the previous class "History" helping him to understand. And at that moment the chemistry teacher enters.

—Good afternoon to everyone. —It is said by a voice a little rough and hoarse.

—Wait, I know that voice. —I tell myself in my mind.

—Good afternoon teacher. —They all say in chorus.

—No, it can not be. He can't be that impostor professor from before! What are you doing here? What do you want?

—Since the chemistry teacher suffered a car accident, he won't be able to show up to teach, I'll do it instead. —He says it looking into my eyes.

My brow furrows with anger, i am very angry and I do not pay attention in the whole class because it makes me very angry to see his face, and my instinct tells me that he is not to be trusted.

Class ends and everyone leaves after the teacher, I want to follow him but because all the classrooms left at the same time, the teacher got lost in the crowd. I have no choice but to move on, I go with Iris to catch the bus to go home.

  Being very close to the main entrance, Iris addresses me.

—What happened in there? —Iris asks. —I noticed you were very nervous and distracted to the point that I'm sure you didn't pay attention to the whole class.

—No nothing happens. Well if ... you remember the professor I told you about who posed as the rector's secretary woman.

—Yes, tell me. what happened with him?

—he is, the chemistry teacher.

—What? I do not know him, i think can be a new teacher. Are you sure it's him?

—Yes, one hundred percent that is him, you know I have a photographic mind.

—It's true, i had forgotten. You know that, better for today do not worry, it is already 3 in the afternoon and we have to get home. Tomorrow we do a little research to see what we find out.

—If it's true, we have to go home. We have a lot of homework.

At this moment I feel a blow on my right arm.

—Auch !! What are you doing? Why you hit me? —I ask very confused.

—And still questions. I almost forgot. What do you think you were doing in math class with the miss teacher?

—And that's why you hit me?" But if she started flirting, I was just a victim who followed her game and that she ended up losing. —I say it trying to feign sadness.

—Jack don't victimize yourself with your puss in boots face." If you're as guilty as she is, don't you know that she can't date the teachers? What if a teacher had seen them, they would have expelled you, and she would have been fired. Why don't you think?

—Quiet mom no one saw us. —I smile at her and she scowls at me.

—Well, I'm leaving, the bus arrived."

—Ok bye see you tomorrow."

Iris leaves, and immediately the bus in which I am leaving arrives. After about 20 minutes by car I have to get off at the next stop. Since the bus does not leave me in front of my house, I have to walk 4 blocks. While I walk I have the feeling that someone is following me, I hear his footsteps, I turn to see who it is and no one appears in my sight, not even a cockroach. I keep walking, missing me a few meters to get home I hear a few steps, this time they are hurried and louder, I turn my head again and no one appears.

My heart races and my hands begin to sweat from nerves and from how scared I am. As I can, I quickly go home, close the door and go to the kitchen to have a glass of water, so that the scare will go away. While I drink I listen the door, "Is someone knocking?", This time I am more scared, because it is impossible that my mother can be, since she has keys and we do not know anyone in the neighborhood to knock on our door , it is more I wonder  Why the heck does the door ring and not the bell?

I go very slowly towards the door taking the broom as a weapon, I see through the window but I can only see a figure, it is not possible to distinguish if it is a man or a woman, I approach the door and very slowly turn the lock, while I open it I raise it  the broom as if wanting to hit him hard on the head. Well i can't do. My eyes widen with how surprised I am.

—Y... you ?!  How do you know where I live?