Mrs. Mellon's got him covered

“Morning Mrs. Mellon, I think I forgot to fill in one of those forms for the trip this weekend? My sisters and I just need one right?” He said, walking up to her desk. She was looking nice today, as every day. Today is most days, and most days she’s rocking some great fitting jeans and a sort of frilly blouse that, if unbuttoned, would expose a pair of beautifully firm mounds of happiness she carries around with her.

“Good morning, Watson, how are you?”

“Um, I’m good, how are you?”

“I’m doing quite well today, thanks for asking. I do like a boy with manners.” Watson got a fuzzy feeling in his belly. Call me boy again Mrs. Mellon, but next time do it slower.

“Yeah, well—I, sorry my sister was—”

“Not a problem Watson, girls do like giving their brothers a hard time. I did the same with mine. Yes, I have a few extra right here.” Mrs. Mellon pulls a few forms out from her desk and hands one to Watson. “Do you know where your grade is going?”

“The seniors always go to Klamath Falls and camp by the lake, right?”

“There were some talks about doing an alternative this year, budget things, but the admin managed to figure it out. Most students say this trip is the highlight of their high school career.”

“Careers a bit of a strong word don’t you think.”

“Well, I suppose it depends on what you put into it, dear Watson. Now take your seat please, there are a few announcements.”

The announcements were many and dull, almost in a haze Watson floated through the halls to first period. Along the rusty halls of lockers, a face catches his eye. Taylor, standing in her open locker, seemingly in a daze on her phone. As he passed behind her, he tried to catch a glimpse of the screen. Ah, scrolling reddit are we? He has never looked at Taylors body before. The baggy clothes make it hard to see any definable hips or boobs. The black and grey don’t make it easier. Taylor catches him staring a bit too long and locks her phone while making eye contact.

“Yeah? You need something?” She said closing her locker.

“Oh—no um, hi Taylor.”

“Watson?”

“Yeah, Cary’s brother.” Her voice is hard to discern as well, it’s not monotone. Her hair is brunette, seemingly short underneath that beanie. Her face is round and nice and soft, almost an Asian perfection to her skin. But with the makeup—None of it makes sense! What are you??

“Nice to meet you.”

“Are you um—looking forward to the camping this weekend?”

“Oh, for sure, you know me, loooaads of camping in my time.” Taylor starts walking down the hall and Watson follows. Everyone needs friends, right?

“And the swimming and the bonfires and all the potential lime disease.” Taylor sort of smirked at him. She has a very cute smile and petite pink lips.

“Actually, kind of curious what teachers are coming with. I hear it’s a coveted thing and you only go is Dr. Tranch likes you.” Dr. Tranch is the superintendent of the school. He’s sort of God around these parts. Nothing happens with the Tranch’s knowledge.

“Eh, I think Ms. Ryan will let us do the most stuff, she seems pretty chill.” Ms. Ryan is a newish teacher hired last year. Imagine a tall slick, curved piece of Italian granite. Ms. Ryan has jet black hair, and a disposition that is unrelenting. She does not put up with nonsense. What else do you do at 25 if you’re teaching 18-year-olds? You could be dating one of them. But if you’re diligent and show her respect, she kind of let’s do you whatever you want in her class, if she knows you’re actually paying attention and doing the work. One of those cool teachers that was in your shoes not too long ago and understands.

“Yeah, I can see that, I hope she comes.” They share a few moments of silent expectation. Not much else to do now, they’re both walking into Ms. Ryan’s English class.