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caught doing something so stupid. What am I supposed to say? Nope, just trying to smell our teacher ?
     
     
     
    The next day, we’re not even fifteen minutes into second period when the fire alarm goes off. We’ve been inside for P.E., because it’s been so unusually cold, even for October. Unfortunately for me, because we’ve been in the gym, I’ve been wearing a T-shirt and shorts.
    With no time to change, we’re ushered outside, my sneakers crunching against the leaves that have already started to fall to the ground, as the air jarringly hits my bare legs and arms.
    I’m freezing my ass off.
    We soon learn that this is not a drill, which means it’s going to take forever. It’s not a real emergency either, but just some idiot who pulled the alarm. Still, we have to wait for the firemen to arrive, and for them to search the entire school.
    Did I mention I’m freezing my ass off?
    Everyone starts talking as we wait, thrilled to be missing class. I begin to walk in circles, focusing on alternating the pressure from one foot to the other, desperately trying to warm up.
    “And you’re wearing that because?” I stop mid-hop, my chemistry teacher standing directly in front of me, looking hotter than ever as his eyes travel up and down my body. His question catches me off guard, because how can he not see the others around us, also wearing their gym clothes, most in short sleeves and or shorts too.
    “Gym,” I force a tight smile, praying my teeth don’t start chattering.
    “Right,” he nods, finally noticing everyone else in the vicinity. “And I suppose it would be a little weird if I offer only you my jacket?”
    “Probably,” I smile, looking down. The bumps on my pale legs reminding me just how cold I really am.
    “I’m gonna do it anyway,” he shrugs off his blazer.
    “Oh, n-,” I start to protest, but he shoots me a look and I shut up. “But what about everyone else?”
    “I noticed you first,” he disregards the people around us, but I can’t help staring at them. No one has a coat, as they are obviously still in their lockers. Granted, most in other classes are wearing long sleeves or sweaters, except for those who are also in my gym period, but still. No other teacher is offering his or her jacket to anyone!
    “Luci,” he chuckles at my weariness, and the sound of my name sends even more goose bumps down my arm. “It’s just a jacket. It’s really not a big deal.”
    I take it from him and slide my hands through the sleeves; it’s warm and comforting. It even smells like him, and I try to be conspicuous as I inhale his mouthwatering scent. It’s like being enveloped in him, and really, what could be better?
    “So how’s the book coming along?” He sticks his hands in his pockets, his blue button down further illuminating his eyes. His nose is turning red, and I feel bad that he’s now probably chilly.
    “Napoleon’s army just occupied Moscow.”
    “Ah, so you’re nearing the end,” he smiles.
    “I don’t think it’ll ever end,” I roll my eyes and he laughs loudly. How can he be so kind and gentle now, yet most of the time regard me with such distaste, just by a simple look?
    “Have you read it?” I ask, wrapping my arms around myself, feeling the smooth cloth of his blazer.
    “A long time ago,” he confesses. “It’s not the best Tolstoy book, though.”
    “Yeah,” I agree, staring at him intently. He’s like this huge, stunning mystery.
    “What?” He asks, folding his arms.
    “Nothing,” I shake my head. “Are you cold now?”
    “Of course not,” he smiles, but I know it’s a lie. “What about you? Are you still cold?”
    “No,” I’m still shaking my head; a million ways for us to warm up are running through it. I’d do any one of them. Or all. I’d do them all with him.
    “Guess I’m stuck with you until the drill ends then,” he clears his throat as he looks around us, nodding to a teacher in the distance. “You know, because I have to