6th period.Biology. Your heart starts pounding and suddenly you feel very nervous. But at the same time, you like the feeling. Or rather, the reason behind you feeling this way.
The reason had bushy eyebrows, beautiful green eyes, and a British accent that made you mentally swoon. And, he was your teacher.
Yep, you'd fallen head over heels for your English teacher, Mr. Kirkland. And you fell hard. Even though you never told anyone (even your folks), you felt like you probably made it kind of obvious and possibly kids talked about you when you weren't around. If you entered their mind at all, that is. You weren't really that popular.
Why exactly had you fallen for your teacher? Well of course there were those attractive qualities that you mentioned above (and you weren't the only one who felt this way, next year you heard two students who were in his class with him tell you they thought he was hot, though you probably were the only one who loved those eyebrows), but for you it was a much longer, complicated story than that.
It all started at around the beginning of the year. Admittedly you already liked his class the most and found him quite attractive, but so what? That happens a lot, it doesn't mean you're crushing.
But apparently, a girl named Monica thought you did. And you watched as she wrote "_________ likes Mr.Kirkland" on the board. Your eyes went wide and you shuddered, kind of grossed out, before erasing it. You were grateful he wasn't in the classroom at the time, as were your other classmates.
Still, that moment planted a seed in your mind. A seed that no matter how hard you tried, continued to grow.
The next landmark passed during the Romeo and Juliet unit. You were one of the classes that had to act the scenes out. Mr.Kirkland thought it'd stick more if you guys did the acting instead of listening to recordings like you would do the rest of your high school life with Shakespeare.
When Mr.Kirkland told the class everyone had to act, you were scared out of your mind. You'd been told before you were a good actress, and you agreed that at the least you were better than those people who constantly read in a monotone voice (that always pissed you off), but you still had terrible stage fright.
Alas, one day you went into class and your name was on the board for people who would act that day. You were cast as the Nurse. The whole monologue you had to do was one of the very few –in fact probably the only – texts in the play you didn't get. It was the scene where the nurse pokes fun at Juliet for not understanding a sexual innuendo that her late husband made at Juliet's expense. When Mr.Kirkland explained it to the class you felt kind of slow. You would've done the scene differently if you'd caught that.
But you also realized what fun it was to get up and act! You were so sad when class ended that day! You told your folks all about it and they were happy for you. You actually read ahead to decide what part you wanted the next day so you could act more. You chose minor parts for the most part until a parent teacher conference a few days later.
Mr.Kirkland wanted to talk to your grandmother (your parents couldn't make it) alone in the room. That was different from how the other teachers did things, but you didn't mind. Mr.Kirkland was now your favorite teacher, so you did good in his class and couldn't imagine he'd have anything bad to say about you.
What you also couldn't imagine was the high praise he'd sing of you to your grandmother. You rather nosily eavesdropped on the conversation and heard nothing but compliment after compliment. The one that really stuck with you was when he talked about your acting: he said he could see you walking out of that class and onto Broadway.
Your heart fluttered at this. You couldn't help but think that this was like a TV show or manga, and that if it were one, this would be the point where you'd fall head over heels for your teacher. And even though you thought that was the cheesiest thing in the world, it's exactly what happened to you too.
After that, you acted every day. You really came out of your shell in that class. It was something you wanted to do for so long, and you'd be forever grateful to him for giving you that opportunity.
From that day on, you interacted more with Mr.Kirkland as well. At the end of class when there was free time and kids normally talked to other kids about random stuff, you'd walk up to him, and talk with him. You started purposely leaving your book in his class so you could go and get it during your study hall. He found it amusing at first, which is why you did it, but when he had a serious talk with you about it you stopped. You decided to just stick to talking and being a good student.
One of the topics that had come up as of late was the subject of your birthday. You mentioned it to him several times and when he actually remembered without you telling, you nearly died. You'd never been so happy in your entire life! And every day after when class would be coming to a close he'd ask "7 days, right?", or however many days were left.
You figured he must be planning something, and you were so excited to find out what it was. Plus, the fact that no guy, crush or not, outside of your family had ever remembered your birthday before made you feel even happier about it.
Back to the current time, which is your actual birthday. So far, only one of your friends seemed to remember and got you anything. But you don't care. Whatever Mr.Kirkland had for you would make up for their neglectfulness. With only a few minutes left in your now 7th period class, world history, you could barely contain your excitement. When that class ended, you practically flew to your next period class.
Mr.Kirkland, who was waiting outside the door like always, wished you a happy birthday. You thought that might be it for a little and were kind of disappointed, but he kind of implied he had something or was going to do something for you, so you eagerly sat in your seat and waited.
He eventually went into the class and started writing on the board. Your dumbass started to get out your notes to copy it down before realizing what he wrote:
"Happy Birthday, __________".
He then proceded to write it in other languages, like Greek and German. He told you he also looked up Japanese, since he knew you were teaching yourself the language, but it was uh… too hard to right. You didn't mind, you loved the gesture.
But then other kids started coming in, and as they looked at the board, they became aware that hey, it's your birthday! And they wished you a happy birthday, making you smile and shyly thank you.
Of course Alfred, the rather loud and lovable class clown, had to suggest that everyone sing "Happy birthday" to you. And we all know how totally fun and comfortable that is, right?
But the smile Mr.Kirkland gave you and the way he said "Happy Birthday, Love" made it all worthwhile.