New at Love
Fifth was her free period. Straightening up after the students filed out, she took her lunch down to the courtyard for some fresh air and much needed warm sunshine. As cold as it had been yesterday, today made up for it by being warm, breezy and cloudless. She sat on a planter in the courtyard, enjoying the sunshine on her shoulders. Someone approached from her left, but the sun was in her eyes, so she couldn’t see details until he sat down. It was her rescuer from earlier.
“Hi.” He smiled, extending his hand. “Large pizza, extra cheese, pepperoni, bacon and pineapple. I’m Derrick Butler.”
“I thought you looked familiar! I’m Amanda Bitterson. Do you work here?”
He laughed, tossing his blond hair out of his eyes. “Not exactly. I’m visiting from Australia. Might have noticed?” He put on an exaggerated Aussie accent.
“No, not really. We didn’t talk much last night.”
“True, that. So, shit for brains giving you trouble, eh?”
“He would have, except for you. Thank you. He had me pretty scared.”
“Never show fear of the enemy,” he said with a chuckle.
“I was more afraid I was going to break something,” she laughed. “It’s reflex to knee a guy in the balls for grabbing a boob, unless I want him to. I don’t want to lose my job.”
“Can’t say I blame you. Besides, little shit’s not worth it.”
“So, you never said if you worked here or not.”
“I’m mostly an observer.” He shrugged, eating one of her potato chips. “It’s an exchange program for instructors. Kind of like foreign exchange students. I’ve come for a semester to teach a class while a teacher from here works in mine. I hope he’s having more fun than me.”
“What do you teach?”
“History, mostly. Though, mind you, I’m only here for the surfing and the hot chicks.”
“I’m team teaching with a guy who’s near retirement. He doesn’t even notice if I’m there or not, so I wander around having lunch with beautiful women, after rescuing them from horny football players.”
Amanda laughed, covering her mouth with her fingers so she wouldn’t spew her food.
“Though there’s no one to save them from horny Australian history teachers. Pity that.”
“Who says they want to be saved?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You drink coffee?”
“What?” She was puzzled by his abrupt subject change.
“Do you,” he pointed at her. “Drink coffee?” He mimed drinking from a cup.
“Want to have coffee with me later? My treat. I even have American money.”
“I’d like that. Thanks.”
“Cool! Can we make it right after school? I have to deliver pizzas again this evening.”
“Sure. That’d be great.”
“I’ll meet you by your classroom then.” He was gone as suddenly as he’d arrived.
Amanda had never met anyone quite like Derrick Butler before. He completely took her breath away, bouncing in and out of her life like a beach ball. He was unlike any other men she knew. Somehow that was comforting.
© Dellani Oakes 2019