Focusing For The First Time

With the class just starting, and nobody paying attention to me, I can freely take a seat, without no one even looking at me. Oh, I know, because I actually look around to see if anyone is judging me, but no. I don’t know how to feel about that, but I guess it’s a good thing. Regardless, I take out my books, my pencil case, and I start taking notes of everything the teacher explains, and I mean everything. I’m so far behind that I need to do the almost impossible to get my grades up. But just as I start paying attention to the class for once, which is a miracle, someone is already trying to distract me. And that someone can only be Sunny, who sits right beside me, and who is now trying to whisper something to me.

—Hey, why did you come early? I just told you about coming to class—

Sunny sounds very frustrated at me for not listening to her, but for once, I think I have a good argument to give her, even if she won’t believe me at first.

—I was just talking to someone…—

—Oh no, did they do something to you again?—

She immediately worries about me getting bullied again, which makes sense, because I don’t usually talk to many people. Talking to someone has become a synonym to dealing with bullies, which I’m hoping I can change. But since I can’t explain it to Sunny right now, I just try to leave this topic for later.

—No, I was talking to a girl. Now stop distracting me, I want to learn…—

—Hey-... Wait, what? You were talking to a girl? Wh-...—

Sunny tries to chat more, but being the responsible student that I am now, I know it’s disrespectful for our teacher. I’m sure my best friend is very curious to hear more about what happened, but I don’t think telling her in the middle of class is a good idea. I’m actually not planning to tell her, but knowing Sunny, she will probably find out on her own, so I don’t need to worry. So instead of whispering back and forth with her, I ignore her. She still attempts to get my attention, but I’m now so focused on the lesson that I don’t think about anything else other than math.

I would be lying if I said that was the reason I’m paying attention. In reality, I just can’t take my eyes off Miss Alyson. She might be the reason I got into math in freshman year. No, she definitely is the reason I got into math, and probably even school in general. Seeing her is a blessing, and watching her teach a lesson is not only informative, but somehow very alluring. Everything she does she turns it sexy. She is a great teacher, always trying to make her classes entertaining, but I don’t think she has realized that her sole being makes her classes so good. She just has to be herself for all of us, or at least half of the class to pay close attention.

And it is all because of her body. She is a typical young teacher, but a very attractive one. She began teaching us right when she finished college, and she is just as pretty as some girls in school, so she could even be a student. If it wasn’t for the way she dressed, I would treat her just like one of the other girls. So that means that I would be completely ignored by her. But in a hypothetical case, I would try to date her. But even when she wears conventional clothes, which don’t show much of her body, we still all know that she is absolutely smoking hot.

You can still notice how slim her waist is under her cardigan, how well kept her slender legs are under her long skirt, or even how nice of a rack she has under her blouse. What I adore the most about her outfit is when she uses glasses. I think she always uses contacts, like today, but when she wears glasses, fixes her hair into an updo, and wears extra clothes, I believe she is the most gorgeous woman in this world. I’m sure most of my male classmates agree with me, and even some of the girls can agree. I know they are jealous of Miss Alyson, even when they shouldn’t be. It’s unbelievable how she can look so sexy while wearing simple, old teacher clothes. I’m hoping I will soon reveal that mystery. And by that, I mean undress my teacher to see how hot she really is naked.

But since I probably won’t even get a chance to talk normally to her unless I get my grades up, all I can do for now is be a good student. That means paying attention to class, completing all of the activities, and passing all of the exams that are probably waiting for me at the end of the week. Yep, I’ll probably have to take all of them this weekend, before more pile up, you know. So I need to study hard, and focus harder in class. As tempting as it is to admire Miss Alyson’s beauty, I can’t let it distract me and actually pay attention to what she is teaching, which I’m sure no one has tried to do before. I mean, it’s pretty much impossible to do that, how could you not have a teacher that stunning and not mindlessly stare at her for an hour straight?

But what sounded impossible, I managed to pull off. I used to only come to math class when I felt horny, to just stare at the teacher's ass for one hour, obviously. But now that I actually tried to pay attention to the contents of this class, I found it quite entertaining. It’s not because they are fun things to learn, but because Miss Alyson has such a straightforward way of teaching things. I got to learn everything quite easily, even though I think most of these things are simple. But if I can learn everything this easily, then I probably won’t have much trouble taking all of the exams. But I don’t know, we’ll see.

Class ends, which means all of the men come back to their senses after drooling over Miss Alyson. But it also means that I have to take my next step in this plan. Going to class was the first one, although I did kind of skip one when I talked to Jocelyn. But now it’s time for the real step, one that I’m very afraid to take. But as I walk out of the classroom, I see Sunny walking slightly ahead of me. She is the perfect person to have by my side when doing this, I decide to catch up to her. If there’s anything that goes wrong, I can always count on her, because now it’s time to go to recess, which will probably lead me to facing my enemies…