8 Ch8-Teachers in Love

Chapter 8 Teachers in Love For the rest of my life, I would have to live with the fact that I kissed Andrea. But I had to be a man about it. The next morning Andrea and Emily and the other girls were all whispery and giggly. Miss Daisy hadn't come in yet. I put my backpack away and marched over

to Andrea. "I just want you to know that I still hate you," I told her. "I only kissed you because I drank that love potion Mr. Louie put in the water fountain." "I know," Andrea said. "I hate you too, Arlo." "Good," I said. "As long as we're in agreement." "But guess what, Arlo?" "Your butt?" I replied. Any time anyone says, "Guess what?" you should always answer, "Your butt." That's the first rule of being a kid. "Miss Daisy has a boyfriend!" she said, all excited.

"What? No way!" "She does!" said Emily. "Who is it?" I asked. "It's Mr. Macky!" Andrea said, and all the girls collapsed in giggles. Michael, Ryan, and some of the boys came over.

"Miss Daisy and Mr. Macky?" Ryan asked. "Girlfriend and boyfriend? Impossible!" "How do you know?" I asked Andrea. "Haven't you noticed they've been hanging around each other lately?" Andrea asked. "And sometimes they walk to school together." "Mr. Macky is always coming into our class," said Annette, "even when we don't have reading." "I saw them making goo-goo eyes at each other at Klutzstock," Emily said. "They're in love!" "And this morning," Andrea whispered, "I walked by the Reading Recovery Room

and I saw them holding hands!" The Reading Recovery Room is Mr. Macky's office. The girls collapsed in gig- gles again. "Maybe they were just shaking hands," I said. "They weren't shaking, Arlo," Andrea said. "They were holding." "Maybe Mr. Macky was putting her under arrest," I suggested. "He held her hand so she couldn't escape!" "He wasn't arresting her, Arlo," Andrea insisted. "Maybe they were arm wrestling?" I guessed. "They weren't arm wrestling, Arlo," said

Andrea. "They're in love!" Ewwww! Disgusting! "Maybe they're gonna get married!" Emily said. "They can't get married," said Neil the nude kid. "They're teachers." "If Miss Daisy marries Mr. Macky, she'll be Mrs. Macky," Annette said. "Maybe she'll keep her name," said Andrea. "Lots of women do that. Then she'll be Mrs. Daisy." "Maybe she'll combine their two names," Ryan suggested. "She could be Mrs. Dacky or Mrs. Maisy." All the girls were giggling and gossip- ing about what Miss Daisy would wear to