The English Teacher

Two different people from two different worlds. Sounds cliche, right? But it's true.

First there's Charlotte Dent. The normal kid in school who get's pretty good grades. She's a senior this year but hasn't exactly been in a "real" relationship.

And then there's Ashton Keiler. He was a player in high school which makes sense due to his good looks and hilarious personality. He ended up being an English teacher at Oak Grove High School.

When their paths meet, sparks fly. But can they keep the relationship a secret long enough for Charlotte to graduate?

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3. Charlotte

“A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.”

 

-Thomas Carlyle

 

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            Beep. Beep. Beep.

 

            I groan as I slam my hand against the snooze button, pulling the covers over my head. I savor the next five minutes before the alarm goes off again. Not wanting to be late, I finally stand up to get ready.

 

            With many experience of Mondays, I’ve learned that I absolutely hate getting up and don’t want to do any work in the mornings so I decided to pick out my outfits the night before so I don’t end up going to school in leggings and an old t-shirt. I’ve done it before actually, but in defense I was taking a 3 hour plane trip to Washington DC in 8th grade so I had reasoning.

 

            My mind starts to drift to what I dreamt about. Whatever it is that I dream about, I can never find it weird. Like I could see Ariana Grande in an astronaut’s suit and think it’s normal. I don’t know why that is but I believe it’s because I think anything could happen. I believe in the weirdest things. That or my friends are so messed up that weird isn’t weird to me anymore.

 

            I put on the outfit I picked out last night, did my makeup, did my hair and packed my book bag (outfit on the side if you actually care). I grab a muffin for the ride to school and head out to my car. Just like every other time I’m driving, I turn on the radio to some pop station hoping it will help me wake up. The song on was some slow song and for the second time this morning, I groan. It sounded like the last verse so I stayed on the station hoping for a more upbeat song. It’s almost like the radio host read my mind really.

 

            The next song playing was Shots by LMFAO which had definitely woke me up. I danced along to the song until I realized how weird I looked to other people right now. I look to the car right next to me to see a guy looking over at me at the same time frantically. I giggle and start to check him out through the car windows. He looked about mid-twenties with light brown hair and what looked like blue eyes. It’s hard to see though the windows. He sped off before I could determine the color of his eyes. I start driving too when I hear the car behind me honk.

 

 

            I arrive at school only 4 minutes later with Mystery Man on my mind. Who was he? I walk into the school and head towards my locker, going to collect my books from my locker as well as drop off my jacket. I usually don’t wear jackets to school but it is mid-November and it’s starting to get cold out.

 

            I reach my locker to find Poppy standing there searching the mass of people for someone. Probably me when I think about it. She is standing at my locker.

 

            “Hey, Pop-Tart whatcha doing there?” Pop-Tart has been her nickname since we went to Wal-Mart together and she almost bought about 20 boxes of Pop-Tarts. She finally put 19 of them back when she realized how much they’d cost.

 

            “There’s a new English teacher and people are saying he’s totally hot!”

 

            “You didn’t forget you have a boyfriend, right?”  I joke; she plays along as I grab my books from my locker. I had Maths first period, which makes my Mondays even worse.

 

            “I’ll see you 4th period. Thank God we have English together so we can talk about how hot he is!” she says, starting to skip down the hall to her class.

 

            “Boyfriend!” I shout to her, not caring if she heard me or not. I chuckle to myself and start the long but short walk to the classroom.

 

            The next few periods went by as a blur. All we do on Mondays is turn in our homework over the weekend and discuss our homework for the night. Nothing really interesting other than a silent conversation across the room with my friend Oliver. We mainly made weird faces at each other until the teacher noticed. Way to ruin our fun, Ms. Pillsbury.

 

            Soon enough, it was 4th period and I had English with Poppy. I met her at my locker like how we always do since we need to switch out our books. On the way, she wouldn’t shut up about Lucas and her date. It was cute, really. I’m glad she found him but I can’t help but to feel bad for myself. I’ve never been in a relationship before. I want to be able to tell Poppy about dates and how handsome the guy looked. I just want to feel normal.

 

            I feel a light punch on my arm and I snap out of my reverie. I look over at my best friend with the dirtiest glare I could muster then poked my tongue out at her. She chuckles and pulls me into the classroom. There were a few students lingering by the desks and the teacher wasn’t in the room.  We take our seats in the middle and talk about what happened to Ms. Porterfield. Apparently she was doing drugs as well as dealing them to students. Let’s hope our new English teacher isn’t some creep.

 

            The bell rings and just a second later I see what seems to be our new teacher walk into the room.   He stops right in the middle and clasps his hands together.

 

            “Hello, My names Mr. Keiler, and I’m your new English Teacher.” I saw a couple kids smirk in the back, and then a couple girls squeal from the side of the room. This was my most eventful class; even more eventful than Biology with Oliver. One of the girls from the squalling fest table raised their hand. He motioned them to continue as I watch a few of them jump up and down excitedly.

 

            Girls.

 

            “How old are you?” She asked him with a hopeful look in her eyes.

 

            “I’m 23,” I heard some gasps from around the classroom. He looked around the classroom, his eyes stopping on mine in surprise and embarrassment. I blush and look down. Poppy looked at me with wide eyes and mouths ‘what the f*ck’ to me.

 

            I shake my head, still blushing as I glance up at Mr. Keiler who was still looking at me with his mouth gaping wide open. Soon enough, he shakes out of it with a light blush spread across his cheeks.

 

            I looked up at him and starred straight at him. We were both quite flustered from embarrassment as we looked away from each other. He walks away to his desk, sitting down. I wish I knew what he was thinking.

 

            He assigned us homework to do in class so I partnered up with Poppy in hope of finishing some today. It was a writing assessment on Shakespeare or something. English teachers must really like Shakespeare. I take a few peeks at him while working; I noticed that he was looking through some papers. His head snapped up as he looked at me. I blush and look back down. What’s up with me and blushing today?!

 

             “Charlotte, may I please see you after class?” I look up surprised for a moment before nodding my head faintly. I look back over at Poppy and she starts a conversation about this.

 

             “What the heck was that, you and him both started to blush at each other. What’s up with that?”  She asks energetically.

 

            “It’s nothing, Poppy. Now let’s start packing up, I have to stay behind so I will meet you in PE, okay?” At this point, he turns and sits back down at his desk.

 

            “I saw you this morning.” My first words were. Nice job making a fool out of yourself in front of the new, insanely hot teacher.

 

            “That was actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” I just nodded again, “How long were you looking at me for?” I hesitated a little before answering his question,

 

            “I don’t know, why?”

 

            “Let’s put it this way, did you see me dancing like a drunken monkey?”

 

            “Um, what would happen if I did?” I question. He looks at me shocked, asking me with his eyes to go on, “I did, but I’m not going to say how sexy you looked while dancing.” I quickly covered my mouth after that. You’re such an idiot, Charlotte! There goes all your chances with him. Wait a second, when did I even have a chance?! He’s my teacher; these things don’t work out in real life.

 

            “You promise you won’t tell anyone how I was dancing?” he tries saying with a stern look, but I can see a smile peeking through on his lips. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss him.

 

            “I promise, now may I go?” I questioned him with a slight blush forming on my cheeks; I wanted to get out of here before I could make a bigger fool out of myself.

 

            “Oh yeah, I’ll write you a pass so you won’t be late,” he started writing on a yellow sheet of paper. He handed me the pass and I started to walk towards the closed door, and before I left I heard him say,

 

 

            “I think you are incredibly cute when you blush.” In addition, I left blushing even harder. 

 

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