Mr.C and Montgomery (Part 2)

After that day in Mr.C’s class I was never the same. I now wanted him. I yearned for him all the time. Everyday I went into his class and didn’t say a word to him. It wasn’t that hard because he never said a word to me. Then one day everything changed.
“Montgomery” Mr.C called my name, I snapped back to reality. “Yes sir” I said looking at him standing infront of the class. “Its time to go.” I looked around and saw that everyone had left. “Oh I’m sorry” I mumbled gathering my books and getting up.
“Come here” he said, he was now walking back to his desk. “You seem to have trouble focusing” he told me as he motioned for me to sit down in the desk infront of his. “No. I’m just tired really” I told him sitting down. I had things to do and now he is keeping me here’ I thought to myself.
“Really?” he asked. “Are you tired because you maybe stayed up playing Soccer last night?” he asked me.
I looked to him in shock. I had played soccer the night before, in the park at like 10 oclock, because my mothers husband, Keith, had thrown me out of the house for the night. It was a rural park so it wasn’t like it was close to downtown.
“Umm, Mr.C,,,”I was trying to find the right words to say.
“I like your style. You a very good soccer player. You know school try outs are next week. Mr.J and I are coaches. I could give you any of the forms you need.” he smiled.
“I already turned in all the forms” I blurted out.
“So you’re trying out?” he asked. ‘Crap’ i thought. Truth was that I only wanted to be on the team because I thought that was the only female sport that Mr.C wasn’t a coach. Turns out I was wrong.
“I guess” I whispered like a shy girl.
“Excellent” Mr.C said. With that I got up and practically ran out of his room.
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I changed into my sport shorts and a tight t-shirt. Strapped on my cleats and walked out of the girls locker room.