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?


5. Charlotte

     "I'd rather regret the things I've done than regret the things I haven't done."


-Lucille Ball 


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          After I left, I took my time to PE. I don’t do physical activity. I truly can’t, I’m so clumsy it’s not even funny. I’m surprised I could even dance in my car this morning without hurting myself. As much as I’d love to play soccer or something, I can’t.



                They still force me to do everything though. Even though I get sent to the nurse’s office once in two days from cutting myself from running or tripping over the soccer ball and getting a concussion. No matter how many times I go, they still keep me in the class to “help find something that I can do”.  Yeah nothing is going to help my clumsiness.



                I get to the locker room and change into my gym clothes before looking at the yellow sheet Mr. Keiler gave me. He wrote his full name on it. Ashton Keiler. He looks like an Ashton, he really does. What would our couple name be? Charton? Yeah, I like that.



                I walk into the gym, being bombarded by questions from Poppy about what Mr. Keiler needed me for. Gosh women, give me some room to breathe.



            It was a typical day up until I saw Mr. Keiler. Can I just say that he is extremely to die for; I would definitely go out with him if he wasn’t my teacher. Well I would do it even if he’s my teacher, and the fact that he called my blush cute was amazing. I was too tempted to kiss him but that won’t happen because then he could lose his job and potentially get sentence with jail time for doing something as simple as a kiss.



            Student/Teacher relationships are bound to crumble. They don’t work; you have a teacher who would lose their job if anyone found out in school or on the school board. In addition, the student would be expelled if anyone from the school found out, these types of relationships are destining to crumble and not make it out alive.



            One question of Poppy’s released me from my train of thought,



            “Are you F*cking him or something? You are a slut aren’t you?” She had a playful grin on her face as she finished, but what really caught me was she thought I was sleeping with our English teacher.



            “Poppy I am not sleeping with Ashton.” Right as I said his name, I regretted it. I meant to say Mr. Keiler but I was too caught up thinking about his amazingly fitting name that I forgot to store his name away in my brain for a little.



            “Charlotte be completely honest with me, are you sleeping with him or something?” I just had to say Ashton didn’t I brain. Bad brain, you are a naughty little piece of tissue.



            “I am not, and I repeat not sleeping with Mr. Keiler. I just saw him this morning doing some pretty intense things.” That was slightly the truth.




            It was finally lunch time when our teacher blew his whistle. You can blow my whistle baby, whistle baby. I would blow Mr. Keilers whistle any day, scratch that, who am I kidding I would. He would just have to ask, and I would be willing to without a doubt.




            Lunch was fairly usual except for the short glances from Poppy. I knew she didn’t like not being informed of things, and kept secrets from but only if she knew half of the secrets I was keeping from her she wouldn’t be thinking me knowing Mr. Keiler’s first name is a big problem.



            The day could not have gone by any slower. I was extremely tired and exhausted from everything that had happened. It’s Monday for crying out loud, no one should be hit with things on Mondays. However, I’m always going to be hit with things no matter what day it is; that’s my life.




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            Thursday was already here with a blink of an eye. Poppy forgot about everything on Tuesday, I knew she would. As for Mr. Keiler, I always caught him staring at me but I was doing the same thing.



            Right now in English I kept glancing up from my essay - we were writing on something that I really didn’t know anything about - to look at Mr. Keiler scrunched over in his desk grading papers. It was extremely adorable how his face looked when he concentrated that I just couldn’t get enough of it.



            I took a glance at the clock to see it was almost 10 minutes till the bell rang. As I looked back down I noticed Mr. Keiler looking at me again. His full pink lips forming a small smile, how I would give anything to kiss those lips.



            “Charlotte, stay after class please. I need to talk to you about something.” My first thing I did was glance over to see a smirking Poppy who wrote something on a piece of paper then folded it and placed it onto my desk.



            I opened it slowly to end up blushing furiously for some reason, "As if you are not fu*cking him. He’s been giving you looks all hour and you have been doing the same. You are so crushing on him and I think he’s doing the same.”



            The bell finally rung and I was still trying to control the blush that wouldn’t go down. F*ck my life.



            “Why do you want to f*ck your life?” Oh shit, I said that out loud. Great Charlotte, just great.



            “It’s a saying Mr. Keiler. I would think you would know it since you aren’t much older than I am.” He smirked and motioned me to come over towards his desk.



            “Matter of fact, I do know that it’s a saying. I invented to saying ‘YOLO’ so I better know that ‘F*ck my life' is just a saying that is used when someone doesn’t want to be in the situation that they are in.” Gosh, cocky that boy is. Except he isn’t a boy, so change that to ‘man’. But anyways, he’s probably one of the cockiest guys I have ever met besides Poppy’s brother, but that’s another story.



            “Why did you want me here Mr. Keiler?” If I didn’t get out of here soon, I’m pretty sure I would end up losing all control of myself and running up and kissing him senseless. I didn’t notice that he stood up until he was inches away from me.



            “I just wanted to talk to you I guess. Truthfully, I like talking to you. You are cute and easy to talk to.” I lost all control at that point. I took a step forward, and placed my lips on his. People sure weren’t lying when they say you feel sparks when you kiss the one. He places a hand on the back of my head and the other on the back of my neck. My hands were entangled in that amazing hair of his. What shocked me the most is that he was kissing back. I thought for sure he would have pushed me away, and told someone and get me expelled, but wow was I happy he didn’t. This is the best kiss that I’ve ever experienced so far in my life. I haven’t kissed many boys but still.



            We both pulled back to get some air. He was in shock, and I was embarrassed so I ran. I ran until I got to PE.




            Tomorrow was probably going to be the worst day of my life, though I hoped it wasn’t going to be.

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