Page 2 of Mr. Silver
Scott
This school is a huge part of who I am. People might not believe it when they look at me now, but my beginnings were pretty humble. I lived in a two-bedroom flat with my parents and attended this inner-city school. By some miracle, a couple of teachers saw something good in me and I managed to leave with some half decent results. What’s more important than those few letters though, was the advice from those teachers. I don’t think they knew that what they were saying stuck with me, but they gave me the confidence to take risks, to put everything I have on the line for a gut feeling that it would pay off. I owe those teachers who believed in me all those years ago everything. I wouldn’t be the man I am now without them. It’s the reason why I’m stood here, watching the hall fill with teenagers getting close to making their own marks on the world. If I can reach just one of them with some of my advice, then I’ll feel like I’ve given something back to a place where everything started for me.
I know my speech off by heart. It’s one I give often. But the moment I step up on stage and look out over the rows and rows of students and staff before me, my mind goes blank as I pick out a teacher I’ve not seen before staring daggers into the kids in front of her.
She’s dressed exactly as I’d expect a stereotypical teacher to be, wearing a baby pink knitted twin set and an A-line skirt. It shouldn’t be sexy, but the curves the fabric wraps around gives it a whole other look. My cock twitches and my mouth waters as I run my eyes over the contours of her body.
When the silence has stretched on for a second too long, the words I know so well thankfully start falling from my lips, but my eyes don’t stray from her.
I expect her to at least look over, but it seems she’s completely immune to my stare. It’s refreshing, seeing as every other member of staff who’ve seen me this morning have tripped over themselves to come and say hello…especially the women. That might make me sound a little—or a lot—arrogant, but I’m aware of the reputation I have. Fucking hell, I use it to my advantage to get what I want most of the time. But something’s telling me my name and reputation aren’t going to get me very far with this one.
“Once you decide you want something, you need to use everything in your power to make sure you succeed in getting it.” Something in those words makes her turn her head my way, and fuck if I’m not a little winded when her eyes lock with mine. I’ve no idea what colour they are from here, but I’m already captivated.
She holds my gaze for just a little too long. She might not be aware of it, but it’s just enough to tell me she’s interested. I stand by what I just said—once I decide I want something, there really is no stopping me.
This curvy redhead is going to be mine before the end of the day.
The pull that has me looking over at her every few seconds only gets worse the longer the assembly goes on. I’m either wrong and she isn’t having the same reaction to me or she’s just playing a very good game. I’d put a lot of money on the latter of those two options.
No sooner has the bell for the first class of the day rang has she quickly followed her students from the room. Any thoughts I had about following her are squashed when the head teacher comes over to praise my speech. Anyone would think he doesn’t hear it at least once a year.
“Thank you so much, Scott. As always, your assemblies are truly motivating. I’ve no doubt those students will take a lot from it.”
“Thank you. If I make a difference to just one of them, it’s worth it.”
I end up spending hours with him, discussing the school extension I’m sponsoring along with other issues. He’s only a few years older than me and he seems to think we’re friends. He’s a nice enough guy, but I’m not sure our relationship will ever leave the school grounds. I’m more than happy to humour him as it benefits us both in the long run. Plus, I’ve got an ulterior motive today…I need to find the redheaded teacher. I’ll walk to every classroom if I have to, but I hope it doesn’t come to that.
“I see you had a few members of staff I didn’t recognise this morning. Have you been on a recruiting drive?”
“Some of our older staff members retired. A couple of them probably taught you,” he adds with a laugh. He truly loves his job, the school, and his students, so I know asking a question like that will always get me the results I’m looking for. He’s too keen to talk about what he’s trying to achieve. “Mr. Richardson, the man in the checked jacket, is new to the IT department. He’s a coding genius, apparently, although I’m not entirely sure what that really means. Mr. Ashcroft teaches science, and Miss Walsh is a newly qualified English teacher. She’s lovely and so good with the students. They’re responding to her really well.”
I shift slightly in my seat.Yeah, they’re not the only ones responding well to her, I think as I try to come up with a way of getting her location out of him.
