Colin and Kathryn

Heavy metal chicks are weird. Throw in German with it and it seems to work out naturally. Kathryn proves this to be so. She’s my second period teacher. This lass looks like a little Barbie doll at first glance. Blonde hair to her shoulders, small face, and a neat figure. Yet, that only on the surface. I learned that on the first day I was in her class.

She came in wearing a Slayer t-shirt that morning. For some reason, such a thing stunned me. I had only seen a picture of Kathryn on the bulletin board on the hall. She had on a nice dress suit in that picture. I knew that she was German just by her name alone. I thought that she would be one of those sweet, innocent German girls here. That’s not what I got today. She stepped into the classroom and looked around. I sat up and took notice. The teacher looked at everyone in the class.

“Good morning, class,” she greeted us.

“Good morning,” we greeted her back.

“Stand, bow, sit!” our class representative said. I couldn’t focus as I did so. My attention kept going back to the hot German babe ahead of me. Those hot eyes of hers seemed to stay locked on me for some reason.

“Thank you,” she said. I didn’t really listen to a word that she saw. My eyes stayed on that t-shirt of hers. I just had to ask about her after class. I gave the clock a quick glance to my right. We’re only five minutes into class? I bit my lower lip. Why does time have to be so annoying at times like these? My eyes returned to the sexy blonde teacher in front of me. I have so many questions for her once class is over.

I was so happy when that damn bell rang. I waited until everyone else left to make my move. When my last classmate left the room, I walked up to her desk. Kathryn glanced up at me.

“Can I help you?” she asked. I stood up straight before her.

“I noticed your shirt,” I said. Kathryn looked down at her Slayer t-shirt.

“Oh yes,” she said. “Do you like it?” I nodded at her.

“Yeah, but…” I said. I took a moment to think about how I wanted to phrase this. Kathryn raised an eyebrow at me.

“But?” she asked.

“It’s not what I had expected, you know?” I said. Kathryn glanced up at me in a strange way.

“And why is that?” she asked.

“I saw your picture on the bulletin board out there,” I said, pointing out the hall. Kathryn smiled and chuckled at me. I blinked at her.

“What?” I asked.

“That’s just to look nice for the introduction,” she said. “We can dress casually for the college classes.”

“And the high school classes?” I asked. Kathryn put up her small, rough hands.

“We wear suits,” she said. “But, I prefer jeans and t-shirts myself.” I nodded at her.

“I see,” I said. “So, you a huge Slayer fan?” Kathryn nodded at me, grinning.

“Yep!” she said. “I love all heavy metal.” I looked at her rather dumbfounded.

“You do?” I asked, rather to say she was joking or not. Kathryn nodded at me, smiling.

“Yes,” she said. “But that’s just a side delight for me.” Her eyes challenged me to ask her why. I looked at her, confused for a moment.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. My teacher leaned in with a rich, devilish smile on her face.

“My true passion is to become a lawyer,” she said. “I dabble in writing on my down time.” I didn’t know what to think anymore. A cute German blonde who loved heavy metal who wanted to become a lawyer.

“Prosecution or defense?” was all I could ask.

“Prosecution,” she said. “I fell in love with the judicial system when I was thirteen.” I nodded at her.

“You don’t say,” I said. Kathryn grinned at me.

“I have more stories to tell you about myself later,” she said. “But not right now.” I blinked at her.

“Why?” I asked. The teacher gave me another wicked smile.

“It’s time for lunch,” she said. My face dropped at her answer.

“Huh?” I asked. Kathryn pointed up to the clock on the wall.

“Oh…” I mumbled.

“When is your lunch period?” she asked.

“In five minutes,” I said. Kathryn gave me a small wave.

“Go on,” she said. “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” I nodded at her.

“Okay…” I mumbled. Kathryn looked at me with eyes saying, “Go on! Get going!” I turned and walked out of the room. Between her and Karen, I don’t really know what to think about them anymore.