Her Teacher, Her Hero

[piercingeyes23]

I was a senior in high school and I've never had a boyfriend and I'm still a virgin. All the popular girls teased me and since I was the quiet girl, I just took it. I loved my AP English class and was excited to get to class. The truth was, I was crushing on my English teacher, Mr. Isen. He was married but I believed there was no harm in crushing on him. He had black curly hair. He always wore buttoned down shirts with a tie. He had to be early thirties but he looked so good.

I, on the other hand, was unattractive. I had soft brown hair, slightly big thighs and somewhat big breasts. I had a handful of friends but mainly kept to myself. Sometimes at home, I'd imagine Mr.Isen. I would imagine him kissing my neck, telling me how beautiful he thought I was. Sometimes I'd even make myself cum just thinking about him.

One afternoon outside the door of his classroom he heard some of the popular girls teasing me about how ugly I was.

 

[marauder13]

Times had not been good for me. For reasons I didn't understand initially, a year ago Sandra had started losing interest in me sexually. Two months ago, she said she was moving out. I found out that she was actually moving in with someone else. Someone she had been sleeping with for as long as she was hadn't been sleeping with me.

That day, I finally got the paperwork I knew was coming. Sandra was divorcing me. I felt so crushed by the finality of it all. I almost called in sick that day because of it, but I decided that my life had to go on. Fine, the woman I loved, and who I thought loved me was gone, but I had lots more in my life that ws going well. Like work. So, rallying myself as best I could, I set off to work. All the kids I would be teaching would help take my mind off my problems, or at least put them into perspective.

The morning's classes were little rough around the edges, and I made a few mistakes that the kids easily pulled me up on. I turned it around, letting them know that it was deliberate to check how much attention they had been paying to the lesson. By lunch time, I was feeling better, more my normal self.

I went to my classroom, getting the afternoon class material ready when I heard a commotion outside. Several girls were making some noise. I walked over to the door to get a better idea of what they were saying. They were going into great detail about how ugly someone called Diane was.

I opened the door, and stepped out behind the target of their abuse. When they saw how angry I was, they stopped laughing, and started to huddle together as if they were about to be physically attacked.

"Ladies," I said in a low, flat tone of voice, "I believe that you need to be elsewhere right now. You can choose a place or the headmaster's office. You have five seconds."

The quartet of the school's supposed elite walked away so fast they were almost running. I turned to look at Diane, and gave her a friendly smile. "If they give you any more trouble, I'll have words with them." I turned to head back into the classroom.

 

[piercingeyes23]

Diane was almost in tears at the words of those stupid popular girls. Diane knew she wasn't pretty, but she wasn't that ugly either. She was just different. She wore these black glasses and sometimes she pulled her hair up. Her legs were a bit bigger than most peoples but she thought she was decent, obviously not. She wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out.

She was just so stressed out. She had two tests today and she didn't know how well they went, if at all. And having the teacher she had been crushing on, defend her, was embarrassing.

She followed her English teacher back into his classroom. Her voice was shaken because she was ready to cry. She was just so stressed and so tired of people making fun of her, people who didn't know her. She was beginning to believe that no one liked her and she would never have a boyfriend.

"Thank you." She stuttered quietly. "It wasn't neccessary but thank you." She said again. She picked up her books and put them in her bag.

 

[marauder13]

Charles didn't realise that Diane had followed him into the classroom until he stopped to start sorting out the papers for the next class. He could easily tell she was devastated by what they had said to her.

"Don't listen to them. They are so worried about themselves the only way that they can feel better is by tearing someone else down. Anyway, I did it more for my own benefit than for yours. They were disturbing me."

He replayed the words in his head, as least the ones he heard. All of them were physical based attacks. He took a look at Diane. She was a slightly padded girl, but no one would call her fat and be reasonable about it. She was well endowed, which would make her somewhat popular with the boys and the brunt of much bitchiness from the girls. Her legs were solid, but again, nothing wrong with that. Unless you wanted to be like one of the supermodels. In his mind, there was nothing glaring wrong with the young woman.

"Look, if you want to, you can sit in here until you feel better. I'll be getting things ready for my next class, so you wont be in the way at all."

 

[piercingeyes23]

"Thanks." She faked a smile as she sat down at one of the desks. "I really do appreciate it. I just don't think I can go to Chemistry and have that awful teacher nag me for something I don't know." She sighed. She was just so stressed and those stupid barbie dolls didn't help.

"Not to stick my nose where it doesn't belong but, you're an excellent teacher and you made some obvious slipups in class today." She said. "If it's none of my buisness, tell me to shut up, but it seems like something is going on." She said. "They're not firing you, are they?" She asked. She loved her teacher, he was excellent and okay, maybe she had a crush on him.

Diane decided to shut up now because sometimes she tended to ramble a bit too much and she was about to do that.

 

[marauder13]

"Normally I wouldn't approve of skipping a class, but after what they said to you, and how you're looking right now, I think it's a good idea. And if anyone of the teachers gives you grief over it, send them to me. I've told you to sit tight and calm down."

He worked through the stack of papers, getting them sorted out when Diane spoke again.

"Was I that obvious? I thought I covered myself better. Oh well, such is life I guess." When she asked if he was being fired, he looked over at her with a quizzical look on his face. Diane was a lot sharper than he gave her credit for. That might also explain the reaction to the bullying. Diane seemed to be rather empathetic to those around her.

"No, I'm still going to be here for a long time yet. Now, I've just had some bad news delivered today. But, I'm fine now." He smiled wanly as he contemplated what he was going to do now that he was a single man. "Yeah, I'm fine now." He got back to sorting the papers, taking out some of his frustrations on those harmless pieces of paper. Until one of them gave him a paper cut.

"Ow, Jesus Christ, that hurt!" He flicked his hand in response to the nick.

 

[piercingeyes23]

Diane smiled when he told her that if her teachers gave her issues to send them to him. None of them probably would since she was a good student. She was about to respond to him about getting 'fired' or so she thought when she heard his pain.

She got up and saw he was bleeding. "Gosh, you're bleeding." She said. She had a bandaid set in her bag. She took out one and put it on. "Yeah, don't ask me why I have them. I can be a bit clumsy." She said, brushing her hand against his accidently. It felt so soft.

 

[marauder13]

He was too bust concentrating on the bleeder he got to notice much of what Diane was doing. The next thing he noticed was that Diane was putting on a band aid over the cut. He smiled.

"Thank you. That's very kind of you, Diane." He noticed how delicately she was touching him. The poor girl was probably nervous that he was going to react badly to her efforts. She was a sweet girl. He knew from his observations that she didn't have a boyfriend. But he knew that boys her age were only worried about sweetness in a girl when the source was between the girl's legs.

"I'll just need to be a little more careful. I don't want to use up your entire supply."

 

[piercingeyes23]

She couldn't help but smile a little bit. "No problem." She said. There was something about her English teacher. Something that made it easier to crush on him. Maybe it was because he was older and she knew he was probably an excellent lover. Mm. Sometimes when she was in her bed home, she'd touch herself. imagining him touching her and making her wet.

"Do you have any papers that you need assistance grading?" She asked. She wasn't ready to go back to class and the truth was, she liked her teacher's company.

 

[marauder13]

Charles smiled at Diane's offer of help. With that offer, she seemed to shed the low mood that she had when the other girls had teased her. It was good to see her feeling better.

"No, I don't have anything that needs grading right now. But if you would like to help, all of these," he pointed out a stack of crossed piled papers, "need to be stapled together. The stapler is in the top draw of the desk."

Charles returned to working through a second set on papers, these were ones he would be using. Somehow they had gotten out of order, and there were a lot of them too.

"Diane, what were you doing standing outside when I found you? Surely you had better places to be, like with your friends maybe."

 

[piercingeyes23]

She took the stack of papers and began stapling them together. She smiled a bit. "Usually, if my friends want to hang out, they'll come find me first." She said. "I guess they were busy today or something." She said.

"And usually, I can ignore those girls but today they just got to me." She said as she stapled the papers. "You must think I'm really pathetic." She sighed softly.

 

[marauder13]

"Pathetic? That's a rather harsh word, Diane. Everyone has their good days and their bad. You can't always have the shields up all the time. And even then, occasionally something will get past and you will get hurt."

That brought back the memories of the morning, when he finally opened the letter. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He ignored it as he continued with his work.

"Thanks, Diane, for helping out. There aren't too many students around that are that helpful to a teacher. At least when they're not after some favour in return."

 

[piercingeyes23]

Diane knew her teacher was harsh on kids who screwed around but he was a really good teacher. So, when she saw him cry, she was genuinely concerned.

She leaned against his desk a bit. "I don't mean to pry mainly because it's not my buisness but are you okay? You seem off today."

 

[marauder13]

"I don't mean to pry mainly because it's not my business but are you okay? You seem off today."

He gave Diane a sharp look. He was surprised at how clever this girl was. He had forgotten the tear that had rolled down his cheek.

"Yeah, a bit off today. I got some bad news today, and it's hit me harder than I thought." He shook his head. "Thanks for your concern, Diane. But I'll be fine."

He had a habit of rolling his wedding ring from time to time. Not due to stress, or worry or anything else, except as a reminder that it was still there. But when he read the letter, he removed his wedding band. There was no more point in wearing it any more. So, when he went to roll the now non-existent ring, he paused for a moment until he remembered what happened.

He returned to his duties, angry at himself for dwelling on his problems.

 

[piercingeyes23]

Diane always had a crush on this teacher because he was attractive but also because he saw Diane's intelligence. She knew he was married and that was a damn shame just because he was such a good guy.

"I'm not mean like most of the girls you teach so I won't say anything but, I'd really like to know what is going on."

 

[marauder13]

The dam finally broke. He sat himself down, or more accurately fell into his chair.

"I'm being divorced. My wife has left me for someone else. Just like that. The good news is so far she's not being a bitch about it, but it still hurts."

Then he realised who he had just mentioned to, and was embarrassed.

"Ummm... Thanks for your help Diane. I'll be fine now. How about you go to the library until your next class." It was more an declaration of fact than a question.