By lunchtime, she already had a homework assignment. Reading the first chapter of her Spanish book, though she would rather have learned an Asian language, she nibbled on the peanut butter and jelly sandwich she had packed for herself. Sitting on a bench underneath an oak tree perhaps a hundred yards from the nearest school entrance, Naomi enjoyed the quiet that the outdoors provided. No one else sat on this bench. She liked the fact that it was so far off from the rest of the students eating outside, but some people thought it was a little creepy, or at least she had heard they did. After finishing the chapter, she still had ten minutes and finished off the last of her sandwich, gulping down some milk before gathering up her things and slowly walking back. About twenty yards to her right, a little closer to the school, she noticed someone walking back as well. At first she thought it might have been another student, but the trees thinned out and she saw that it most certainly was not another student.
He was very tall, wearing a nice suit, with short black hair. He had a lunch pail in one hand and his jacket in the other. Naomi slowed down a bit to let him get ahead since they were headed towards the same door. Unable to see his face, she wondered if he was a new football coach, judging by his athletic body. Blushing as she realized that she was ogling a faculty member, she dropped her gaze to the ground, and didn't bring it back up until she was ten yards from the school's side entrance. By then, the man was gone.
Teacher's point of view:
Already, <Name> was starting to feel a headache coming on. Who knew that high school seniors were always so immature? He grabbed up his lunch pail, and locked his classroom door once all the students had vacated the room. <Name> was the newest teacher at Loyola High School. He had worked in public schools before, but the pay was so bad that he was forced to work in a private school. Loyola was surely a big break. The pay was close to twice what he earned before, the facilities were nicely maintained, and the staff didn't seem nearly as incompetent as those who called themselves teachers back in the public domain. The students were the same, though...
Walking in a random direction to find an empty bench somewhere inside the school grounds, <Name> had walked a good hundred yards when he spotted a bench that was barely visible behind the trees. He would have missed it if he hadn't heard someone clear her throat. Coming closer, he felt his heart beat a little faster. She was obviously a student, bent over a book and holding a half-eaten sandwich. Everything about her was beautiful, and <Name> found himself peering at her from behind a nearby tree. Her profile, perfectly shaped. The skin over the curve of her cheek looked glossy underneath the noonday sun. Realizing the lecherous bent of his thoughts, <name> shook his head and backed away, walking off to his left to find another bench. On his way back to the school, he was determined not to look over at her as she walked twenty yards to his left.
