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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11. Charlotte

“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.”

 

 

-Ingrid Bergman

 

 

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               As time goes on, Ashton and I are spending less time together and more time just texting or on the phone. I guess that I understand because he’s busy and there’s one place that we can actually go without getting caught and even there is a bit dangerous.

 

 

 

                It still hasn’t snowed yet. It’s the first of December tomorrow and then we have winter break in about 2 weeks. So yeah, no snow, no happiness. Okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration; I’m just less happy without snow.

 

 

                In all honesty, snow is dreadful after Christmas. Christmas just put you in the mood for snow and hot chocolate while sitting by the [Christmas] tree and reading a book. And then after Christmas you just want it to be summer but after the first month of summer you want it to be winter again. It’s a never ending circle.

 

 

                We seem to never be happy with the weather. It’s always either too hot or too cold. We all think Mother Nature is a bitch. Wait, we don’t think that, we know that. Mother Nature truly is a bitch. If only I could control the weather, that would be epic and very helpful especially with this chilly Minnesota weather. It sucks.

 

 

                So here I am, looking up ‘how to control the weather’ and I actually found a few articles. They’re all too long so I just skip over them. I don’t have the time or energy to read them so that puts an end to my search. I can live with extremely cold winters and steaming hot summers I guess.

 

 

                I look at my backpack which is resting on the floor next to my door. I throw my laptop back on to my bed and stand up, stretching out my back and arms. I walk over to pick up my backpack and walk back over to my bed only to go back into the same position I was in just a minute ago. I haven’t even touched my homework since I got home. I have a habit of waiting until the last minute so that basically explains it.

 

 

                As always, English goes first. The rest just varies and I decide by how much work there is. Don’t think that I like doing homework. It’s the worst thing ever. I’d rather dye my hair bright red instead of doing homework. Actually, red hair would be quite cool. But only if it looked like Ariana Grande’s.

 

 

                The worst part about homework is that I can never focus on it. I constantly get distracted by anything possible and well, that makes my time doing homework at least 60% longer which is totally my fault. Okay, maybe that’s not all my fault. I couldn’t control that I was born with ADHD but I could have taken a pill or something for it but there’s really no fun in that. If I did take the pill I wouldn’t be as awake as I am.

 

 

I thankfully finish just two hours later, which is just about the time when I go to bed so I decide to just finish everything for the night and sleep. My dreams are my favorite thing about living. I know that sounds a little dramatic but it’s true; I can make anything happen. Most of my dreams are nice ones; like the ones with Alex Day in them or maybe Harry Styles.

 

 

I guess it depends on my mood that day. If I’m upset, I usually have nightmares or something depressing like Poppy dying which is considered a nightmare on some degree. But all the dreams that would be completely crazy to another person is typical for me. It’s peculiar.

 

 

So I tuck myself in and hope for only the best dreams.

 

 

“Look at all the snow!” I shout, looking out the window to see the first winter snow. I was just resting on Ashton’s couch when I saw snow out of the corner of my eye.

 

 

“Just let me finish this,” he shouts back, “Okay done!”

 

 

He walks in holding two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows that looks delicious. I think I’m drooling. I take one of the mugs from him and positing myself on the floor next to the window. He sits next to me and holds my hand.

 

 

“This is absolutely perfect,” I say dreamily.

 

 

“It is,” he agrees, “I’ll race you outside!” he half-shouts before putting his mug down and standing up and holding out a hand to help me out. I do the same and just as I stand up, he races out the door and down the stairs. I follow after him out, hoping to see him since I don’t know my way out of here.

 

 

I eventually reach the front doors and walk out to see Ashton standing in the field next to the apartment complex with his hand out, waiting for me to take it. I walk up to him and put my hand in his. He puts his other hand on my waist and starts swaying back and forth then I realize that we’re dancing. I set my hand on his shoulder and continue to sway with him. He knows I’m no good at dancing, so I’m thankful for that. But judging on the fist pumping to Shots the first day I met him, he’s in the same situation.

 

 

I sense him looking down at me so I look up to reach his eyes. We gaze into each other’s eyes for what seems like eternity before he pulls me into a passionate kiss.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I awoke to sunlight streaming through my window like in some movie, that’s how I know it’s going to be a good day. That’s basically how I determine how my day is going to go; if it feels like a movie, it’s going to be a very good day.

 

 

Deciding to also dress similar to someone from the movies, I walk my way to my closet to pick out my outfit. I eventually find a white, structured corset and decide to wear my black, daisy print skirt for the first time. I throw on a sweater-cardigan sort of thing in case I get cold as well as a necklace and earrings. And just because I can, I wear my combat boots. What can I say? They’re epic and they tie the outfit together!

 

 

I do the rest of my morning routine; the things like brushing my teeth and doing my makeup and hair. My mornings are pretty tedious if I ponder about it, it’s the rest of the day that makes the outrageous morning worth it.

 

 

 

And while sitting at the table drinking a Starbucks Frappuccino and eating a chocolate donut, I just know that today will be remarkable. 

 

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