"Can anyone give me at least one reason why Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI were executed?" asked Mr. Collins running a hand through his neatly trimmed dark hair. His question was meant with silence. I myself had forgotten to read our homework assignment that was due today. Mr. Collins' blue eyes scanned the classroom for a victim to call on. I sank lower in my seat hoping to evade his attention.
"Charlotte? Could you enlighten us?" Mr. Collins flashed me his signature sexy smile. Shit. Why did he have to smile like that? Everyone turned to stare at me and I could feel the heat creeping up in my cheeks. I tucked a fly-away strand of blond hair behind my ear and cleared my throat, trying to buy some time while I racked my brain for a decent answer. I had watched Sofia Coppola's 2006 film Marie Antoinette so that ending couldn't be too far from the truth…right?
"Uh…so Marie liked to eat these pastel colored macaroons and order expensive gowns and guzzle down champagne like it was water. Then King Louis was basically a little bitch and had no idea what he was doing and sunk France lower and lower in debt…" My answer was interrupted by a chorus of laughter in the classroom. My best friend, Amy, who was seated next to me was shaking her head while trying to suppress giggles.
"Well I appreciate that, um, colorful assessment Charlotte, but perhaps if you had read the chapters assigned last night you would have been able to give us a clearer answer," Mr. Collins said. His smile was even wider than before, but I detected another emotion behind the smile, maybe amusement? He collected a stack of papers and began to hand them out, "This sheet lists everything you need to do for your next project pertaining to the French Revolution." I watched him as he licked his pointer finger and counted out five sheets to pass down the first row. My body tingled in response. Why did I just find that sexy?
It was no secret that Mr. Collins was the hottest teacher at our high school. It baffled girls how this man with movie-star looks ended up being just a regular history teacher. Shouldn't he be on a billboard in Times Square promoting underwear or something? He was average height for a man, around 6'2, with an athletically built body. Not too muscular or thick, just the right amount. Along with his amazing eyes, his face was a genetic work of art with sharp cheekbones and perfectly kissable lips. Just looking at those lips made me wet. As if reading my mind, Collins looked up at me. I flushed and squirmed in my seat.
"Charlotte, can I see you when the class ends? I would like to discuss something with you," he requested. I swallowed hard and nodded in response wondering what was it that he wanted to talk to me about.