Substitute Teacher

Chapter one
We had a new music teacher when Mr. Feldman was on vacation, and this new teacher.. I don’t know how to describe him. He was... Gorgeous.

Jeph Howard.

He had black messy hair with sort of a fringe. Hard to explain.
He had these gorgeous brown eyes that were so deep but with a shining sparkle near the surface.

His lips were thin and pinkish, with two piercings beneath the bottom one. A “snakebite”. I had also noticed a silver stud in his tounge as he spoke, and he had the sexiest smile ever with white teeth and a single silver tooth on the right side in his mouth.

He was covered in tattoos. As he spoke, instructed or just sat or stood anywhere I would try to memorize all the ink that covered his smoothlooking skin. One day he had stretched so his t-shirt had ridden up his slim hips and I noticed he even had tattoos on his tummy.. It looked like a typewriter. His knuckles said “HAND” – “SOME” which I couldn’t help bit giggle at whenever I thought about it.

I was stunned as to how a man could be so adorable and so deathly sexy at the same time. Just thinking about him made all the little hairs on my body stand on end and a shiver ran up my spine, making me feel hot all over.

I knew he would never go for me. I was a student of this crappy community high school, only just turned 17 years old.
I was shorter than almost all the freshmen, only standing five feet and two inches tall.

I was chubby. I never thought I was chubby before, but I had learned otherwise from the cheerleading squad. Aparantly a size 10 to 12 is chubby. Not even chubby. Fat. “Lardass”. Yup, that was me.
I was pale as fuck too. Sometimes my skin almost appeared to be a dead shade of light blue, which was only brought out by my extremely blue eyes.

The good thing about my crappy school was that the principal and the teachers didn’t really bother to care about wether or not the students had tattoos, piercings, smoked on school property, had sex in the bathrooms etc.. I only took advantage of two of these things though. The bodyart. I had the right side of my bottomlip pierced and circled by a silver ring. I had “ZoSo” tattooed on my right foot – which was Jimmy Page’s symbol from Led Zeppelin IV – in simple black. I had a pink heart on the inside of my left wrist, and a black one on my right. The last and most recent one I had gotten was the letter “J” behind my left ear. And no, this had nothing to do with Mr. Howard.

My name is Jenny.

It was Friday and I was chewing on the end of my pencil, staring at the clock above the door to the classroom I was currently in. Geography. The next class would be the last class of the day, of the week. Music. His class.

The bell finally rang and I packed up my books and practicly ran for my locker. I couldn’t wait to get to the far end of the school where the music room was, pretty secluded from the rest of the school as it was the only room being used in a very long corridor in a part of the building noone ever went. Well, except the music students and I guess the janitors.

This particular day I was wearing a skirt for once. It was black, straight and reached past my middle thigh but not all the way down to my knee. Underneath were a pair of black leggings, and on top I was wearing a black v-neck top that showed a bit of cleavage, under an open black cardigan with white polka dots.

I went to the girls’ bathroom and aplied a fresh layer of black eyeliner so the blue in my eyes would pop out even more, and I sprayed some of my favorite perfume on my neck and chest. I’ve never done this before a class before – not even Mr. Howard’s – but today..I don’t know.. I just felt like it, I needed to do anything I could to feel good about myself. Today was Mr. Howard’s last day, Mr. Feldman would be back next week. I knew nothing could ever happen, but I still wanted to see if he would pay any attention to me, besides helping me tune my bass.

Yeah I was a bassplayer. Well I was not proffessional, I had just started learning about six months before. I always wanted to learn because it was my favorite instrument since I was a little kid, but I never had the courage to start trying until I started Mr. Feldman’s class.

I rubbed some chapstick on my full lips and walked out of the girls’ room, starting the walk to the music room. I was wringing my hands together nervously as I walked up some stairs, through a long corridor, down some stairs, turned left through an even longer corridor, then left again before I saw the slightly open door ahead.

I pushed the door open more to see Mr. Howard sitting on a chair with his back against me tuning the bass I always use, and strumming along to some song he was humming. He was so talented, aparantly he was the bassplayer in a local band but I didn’t know their name.

I hung my messengerback on the back of a chair to the right of him, and sat down. He looked up at me a bit shocked, then smiled that gorgeous smile.

“Jenny, you scared the crap outta me!”, he chuckled setting the bass down in it’s stand. I smiled shyly and crossed my right leg over my left one, suddenly very interested in the worn out Dr Martens’ I always wore.

“Sorry Mr. Howard.”, I said in a small voice making him smile more.

“Call me Jeph. Just not infront of the other students.”, he said with a wink and I felt my insides burning, my heart beating a little faster and a heat form between my thighs.

“Jeph.”, I repeated to myself and he nodded, still smiling.

“Where’s the cake?”, he asked suddenly making me frown with confusion at his blank and slightly hurt facial expression.

“Cake..?”

“Yeah! It’s my last day.”, he explained, his face cracking into a smile once again and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Oh! Sorry Mr. Howa...sorry Jeph. I forgot the cake at home.”, I joked and he laughed.

“Hmm.. Well, I guess I’ll swing by later then.”, he winked making me blush but still laughing at our little jokey dialog. We never really talked much until now and I was thrilled that he just remembered my name.