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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7. Charlotte

“Some people want it to happen, some wish it would happen, others make it happen.”

 

-Michael Jordan

 

 

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As soon as I realized I kissed Ash- I mean Mr. Keiler, I immediately pulled away and did the only thing I could think of. Run. 

 

 

I know, I know. I’m an idiot. I mean, who runs away after kissing someone?! Apparently me so… And I was just so ashamed. Things like this make teachers lose jobs and students being expelled. If I’m going to get into a good college, I can’t be expelled for canoodling with my teacher. My future depends on this.

 

 

The first thing I did was tell Poppy. She’s my best friend; she wouldn’t tell anyone and wouldn’t judge me. Plus, who else would I tell?! My mother?! She would be pissed if she found out about this.  This is why English teachers are supposed to be old men with grey hair, not sexy brown hair and such kissable lips.

 

 

The day passed by a blur. I decided that since 7th period is my free period, that I would go and talk to Mr. Keiler about the day before.

 

 

From the second I said “Can I talk to you?”  I regretted my decision. I shouldn’t have come here. I should have just ignored him for the rest of the year and then when I graduated everything would be fine again and I could date him if I wanted to.

 

 

“Of course, what’s on your mind?” he says with a smile. Damn him and his sexiness. I close the door and walk over to his desk. We don’t want anyone overhearing this.

 

 

‘I, uhh, I wanted to say that yesterday was a mistake,” a look of hurt flashes across his face and I instantly regretted saying that. I shouldn’t have done this.

 

 

“But I thought-”

 

 

“Yeah I know you thought. But that shouldn’t have happened. You’re my teacher, I’m your student. Things like this only happen in books.”

 

 

“I jus-”

 

 

“No, this can’t happen,” I interrupt him again. Won’t he get the hint?

 

 

“Just let me talk, okay?!” I nod my head, wondering what he has to say.

 

 

“Listen, from the moment I saw you in your car, I’ve liked you. You being my student isn’t going to change that. I like you. The kiss from yesterday was… it was amazing,” I blush at this, knowing I felt the same, “and I’ve been waiting to do that again.”

 

 

Before I could even say anything, he took a step towards me and pressed his lips to mine, cupping my cheek. I can’t think straight with him kissing me so of course, I kiss him back. I’m kissing my English teacher. He pulls away too soon and looks into my eyes, his hand still on my cheek. We just stand there for a while. He’s got gorgeous eyes.

 

 

“Now tell me that you didn’t want that,” he whispers.

 

 

“I-I have to g-go. I’ll see you Monday, Mr. Keiler.”

 

 

And there I go again, running away. I can’t keep doing this; I’m going to trip over something one of these times. Luckily though, I didn’t have a class to go to after this so I could just go home. I can just forget that ever happened. I barely know the guy and I’ve already kissed him twice and feel like I know his life story.

 

 

The first thing I did when I got home was make chocolate milk. What? It tastes good, okay? It’s like my version of drugs. And tonight, I’m getting chocolate milk wasted. Once that was finished, I went up to my room and picked out a book to read. I pick up Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac. I read it before and I’m reading it again because my mother can’t afford to buy me millions of books. She’s a single mother so she’s responsible for paying the bills and buying food as well as things we just want. She’s a makeup artist but has a part time job as a waitress so we have a bit more money.

 

 

I know what you’re thinking, why don’t you work for money?! Well, I do. But the money that I earn is for college. I need to get to college somehow! She likes the idea of me paying for my college and so do I. She throws in a few bucks when she can so it’s not entirely my work but the majority of it is earned by me.

 

 

After a little while of reading, I check my alarm clock to see it’s 6:19pm. That went by fast, I didn’t realize how much time went by. I still have homework to do. I head downstairs to see my mum cooking. She likes to cook which is unfortunate since we have the smallest kitchen and not enough money to buy a ton of stuff to let her experiment.

 

 

“Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes,” she says, as if reading my mind. I thank her and go back up to my room to at least start on the homework I had. This close to college, I can’t have bad grades. Trust me; I’m not as obsessed with college as it sounds like. I just want to be accepted into a good school.

 

 

As much as I try to forget about Mr. Keiler, I can’t. It doesn’t help that I’m doing my English homework either. His face keeps flashing into my mind. Just as I’m about to drift off into a reverie, my mother calls me telling me that dinner was ready. I hop down the stairs, determined that dinner with my mum would get my mind off of it.

 

 

“How was your day?”

 

 

“It was alright,” I lie, feeling a blush rise upon my cheeks.

 

 

“I see you blushing! Who’s the guy?” This is why I love my mother. She’s like a teenager sometimes, always wanting to hear about boys and the most recent drama. It’s actually a little comforting knowing that I can talk to her about anything. Well, almost anything. I most definitely can’t tell her about Mr. Keiler.

 

 

“It’s just a crush,” I say truthfully, feeling myself blush even harder with a grin on my face with just the thought of him.

 

 

“What’s his name? Is he cute?”

 

 

“His name is Ashton and yes, he’s cute,” I’m not going to lie to her, but I don’t have to tell her the full truth.

 

 

The rest of dinner passes by a blur, with her asking me questions about him that I didn’t really have the answers to. I eventually retreated to my room to finish my homework. They say that in senior year, you don’t have very much homework. But in my school, senior year has the most homework ever. It’s like there’s a 10 page essay’s in each class each night, that’s how much homework we have.

 

 

After another 2 hours of homework, I finally finish but I need something to clear my mind since it’s been working for the past few hours. I slip on my fake UGGS and my coat, deciding to take a walk. Since it’s almost 9pm, it’s getting dark but I don’t mind. It hasn’t snowed yet, which is sad but helpful. It would be harder to walk through the snow but I’m still anticipating for the first winter’s snow just like every year since I was a little kid. There’s just something magical about waking up and looking out the window to see snow.

 

 

When it gets too dark, I go back inside, shredding off my coat and make myself some tea. I can’t go to bed without a cup of tea, I can lay there for hours waiting for sleep to come but it won’t come because I haven’t had my tea. So basically I need tea.

 

 

I drink it while getting dressed into my pajamas, I drink it while combing my hair but I finish just before it’s time to brush my teeth. I climb under the covers and close my eyes. My thoughts are always deepest right before I fall asleep, so of course, I imagine Ashton and I spending Christmas eve together.

 

Only in my dreams.

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