James' P.O.V

It was, Thomas?

He doesn't seem to recognize me right away, I keep my head low. My face was red with embarrassment, a lot of questions race through my mind, Does Peggy know? Was this a set up? What is he even doing here?

I answered one of my own questions, if my memory is correct he did mention volunteering as a substitute, but he's not just a substitute. So it confuses me. I pray that he doesn't see me in the classroom; that is the last thing I want.

What should I do?

Should I ignore him?

Should I talk to him?

He looked in my direction. I shrink away and pretend I don't see him, my heart pounds as he starts talking.

"Hello class, I'm Mr. Jefferson, but that makes me feel old so just call me T. Jeff or Thomas."

I look at my classmates for their reactions, some scoffed, some swooned, and others continued with what they were doing. He stumbled on his words when he saw me, I tried covering my face with my sleeves, but it was too late he saw me.