Colin and Karen
And now we come to my homeroom teacher. Her name is Karen and she’s from Thailand. To be honest, I was surprised that she would be my homeroom teacher. First off, she is nineteen years old, just like Miho. Rather cute little Thai chick to be exact. Her face gives her a younger appearance. Clearly not afraid to speak her mind or flirt with male students either. There is even a rumor going around saying that she is dating a younger student here at this academy. Who can blame the lucky bastard? I probably would hit that too. The question is, would she let me? Her body says “Come to me”, but her attitude says, “Keep dreaming, pal!”
I’ve tried to get close on Karen’s good side. She is so hard to figure out. Even Noiz doesn’t even give it a try.
“Just let her be,” she said. “She’s just Karen.” Yet, that’s not really good enough, is it? After all, everything about Karen just screams, “Look at me!” So, I do. I have many questions for her. So many that I don’t know where to start. But, I decided to give it a shot.
Starting today.
This took place on the same day I met Miho and Andi, by the way. Now, back to the story.
I came into my homeroom classroom and slid open the door. And low and behold, Karen sat at her desk preparing her lesson for the day. She looked up and saw me.
“Colin-kun?” she asked. “What are you doing here?” I slid the door shut behind me.
“I was bored,” I said. “So, I figured, why not?” I waited for her to speak. She only shrugged at me.
“Oh,” she said. I looked at her in a funny way.
“Oh?” I asked.
“You know you’re not supposed to be here before seven, right?” she asked. I nodded at her.
“Yes,” I said. “Are you going to write me up?” Karen shook her head.
“Why?” she asked. I looked at her lost.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“What’s the point? The campus is going to be open in a few minutes, anyway,” she said. I looked up at the clock. 6:50 right now. She does have a point there. Karen held out her hand to my computer desk.
“Come,” she said. “Take a seat. You might as well, anyway.” I shrugged my shoulders at her. She is right…
“Alright,” I said. I walked into the classroom and took a seat at my computer. Karen went back to her lesson plan. I watched her the whole time. I feel like I have to say something to her. I don’t know, just… something. Something that will clear up the air around her. Just something, anything.
I cleared my throat at her. Karen glanced up at me.
“Is there something you want?” she asked. I paused from that moment there. Okay, I got her attention. Now what do I do?
“Uh… “ I said. “Do you…” How exactly do I phrase this without being a dick? Karen looked at me, intently.
“Do I what?” she asked. Screw it, I might as well come out and as it.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked. Karen’s face didn’t change.
“Why?” she asked. I shrugged at her.
“Just making small talk,” I said.
“Is that right?” Karen asked like a cop questioning a speeder. I nodded.
“Yes,” I said.
“Hm,” she said. I peered over at her.
“What do you mean ‘hm’?” I asked. Karen didn’t look up from her notes.
“Just exactly what I said,” she replied. I gave her a blank look.
“So, do you?” I asked.
“Do I what?” Karen asked back.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked. She looked up at me on that question. I waited for an answer. Instead, she gave a little grin.
“Secret!” she cheered. I all but fell out of my chair.
“Why do you do that?!?” I shouted. Karen batted her eyelashes at me.
“Do what?” she asked. I sighed and shook my head.
“The mind games,” I said. “Why do you do these to me?” Karen giggled at me. I raised an eyebrow at her.
“What?” I asked. Karen sat back in seat, still smiling.
“I just love messing with gorgeous men sometimes,” she said. I blinked at her.
“Wait,” I said. “So you’re saying that you’re…” Karen held up her hand to me.
“We’ll talk later,” she cut in. “The campus is about to open in five… four… three… two…” Footsteps began to fill the halls. I sat back more confused than when I started. Uh… what just happened there? I have no idea…