My English Teacher

I storm into the class a little out of breath.

"I'm sorry I'm late but I--" I stop. Everything stops. Except my heart. It keeps beating faster and faster but at the same time it sinks. From the look in his eyes I can see he feels the same way. He coughs trying to get back to reality, the one thing I didn't want to happen.

"Well miss uhm Green, I'm Mr Hemmings and.." Please don't let this be true. Please don't say it.

"I'll be your English teacher for this year."

/// A Luke Hemmings fanfiction

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2. Chapter 2

 

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"Mooooom make it stop!" My yell spreads across my room to the hall and furter downstairs but all I get is silence. My mom is a lawyer and always get to work early so most of the time I'm alone in the morning because my dad is a fireman and he works most of the time at night just like this time. If he does he isn't home before 8 o'clock. With my eyes still closed I search for the snooze button. After hitting my lamp and watch I press on the button that has the magical power to turn off the horrible sound. I turn around again and it doesn't take that long for me to fall asleep again. 

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"Shit, that stupid uuuugh" I mumble against my pillow while turning around to find the snooze. This time I find it a little faster and how fast I was awake how fast I'm sleeping again. 

I don't know howw long after I had driften to sleep again I hear a loud noice. I shoot up and looked around, I hear some shuffles and then a door closing again. "Dad?" "Honey what are you still doing here? Goddammit it's you first day of school as senior." Shitshitshit it must be later than 8 o'clock. I jump out of bed and open my closet. I grab a blue ripped skinny jeans and a black pull. I run to the bathroom and bumb into my dad.

"Sorry, dad I'm in kind of a hurry."

"Well I can imagine. Do I need to drive you?" He smiles. My dad was never the one who gets angry fast. He always make jokes about the things we do wrong afterwords. It's funny but kind of embarassing.

"That would be very sweet of you dad." I mumble while brushing my teeth. After that I brush my hear and grab my purse out of my room. I look in the mirror and deside that I look okay for getting up too late. I run downstaires and yell that I'm ready to my dad but before I could open the door he stops me.

"Didn't you forget something?" He asks holding in his laugher.

"I don't think so, I got my purse, wallet, papers, pen, clothes and books, my phone and--"

"Shoes maybe?" I immediatly look down and look at a pair of black socks. How stupid can I be. I run to the closet and grab my shoes. I put them on but don't do the effort to tie my laces. I have time to do that when we're in the car. 

We don't live to far from my school but it is still a pretty long walk or if I go with my bike I ride 15 minutes. For the first time in the morning I got the time to look at y watch. 8.34. Dammit the schoolyear didn't even start yet and I'm already late. As soon as the car stops I give my dad a goodbye kiss and thank him. I jump out of the car and run into the school. My schedual was somewhere in my purse underneath all the stuff that I don't need right now. I pull it out and look for my first class on monday. English classroom 245. Are they serious that's on the second floor. I run to the staires and sprint to the second floor. I take a left turn and find  the hall with numbers from 40-50. I start running again and see the first class. 41. Second one on the left side. 43. And then a reach the thirth one. Classroom 245. I storm into the class a little out of breath.

"I'm sorry I'm late but I--" I stop. Everything stops. Except my heart. It keeps beating faster and faster but at the same time it sinks. From the look in his eyes I can see he feels the same way. He coughs trying to get back to reality, the one thing I didn't want to happen.

"Well miss uhm Green, I'm Mr Hemmings and.." Please don't let this be true. Please don't say it.

"I'll be your English teacher for this year." 

That sentence keeps echoing through my mind while I nodd and go to a place on the last row. I drop everything and try to focus on all the things he says but all I can see is his mouth moving. It keeps moving untill it stops but I still stare at it. It doesn't start anymore so I look around and notice all the eyes are on me. When I look back to the front I see him standing right in front of my desk. I move my head up and look into his eyes.

"Would you please pay attention, miss Green." He says keeping his eyes on yours.

"Yeah, uhhm yeah sorry." I almost wisper not knowing how to react. But than I see a smirk appear on his face.

"Okay class you can take page 4 in your textbook and read the article." He says not looking away still smirking. Confusion took over until I realized something.

"You never know maybe I took ducktape with me and I lock you up with thousands of layers of ducktape on your mouth so you wouldn't be able so say that word again." 

I break the eyecontact trying to hide the huge smile that is forming on my face. Shivers are running down my back and all I can do is smiling.  A few seconds later I hear footsteps fading away the longer I listen so I assume he went back to his desk. 

The words start flowing through the room again and this time I listen. To every single word. I listen but I still have no idea what he is talking about. As soon as the bell rings I rush up toward the door trying to avoid him knowing that if he speaks I won't be able to stop myself. He's my teacher. My fucking teacher. 

My fourth class ends with a loud bellsound and as soon as I reach my locker I see a girl standing next to it. 

"So sunshine, I heard you were perfectly on time." She laughs.

"Funny. Really funny, Rose." I scoff. Rose and I were friends since the first year here. She was in a few of my classes, well actually in most of them and it just clicked. Her red hair and big mouth drawed my attention. Literally the first day she spoke to me she said 'Hey sunshine you better shuffle up because I like the seat next to the window.' I looked down, she felt sorry and that is where our friendship began. I know she sounds rude but she is the sweetest and most caring person I know. She would give up everything for her friends. And that's what I like about her, she is like a shield protecting everyone she loves and the second thing I love is that when I'm around her I dare to stand up for myself. These days I do it more and more because she learned me that I don't have to bow for everyone. 

"Awtch someone didn't sleep that well. What's wrong?" She asks worried because most of the time I'm the one smiling and now I definitely am not.

"You still remember Luke?" I ask not knowing how I am going to tell her. Tell her that I like him but that I can't because he's my teacher.

"Yes of course I do. The handsome tea boy you met a few days ago. Did he send you a message? Did he asked you out? Did you see him again? Did you spilled another tea on him? Is he a student here? Where is he? Show me." She starts shooting all these questions at me and I almost can't follow her but one of them keeps repeating in my mind.

"Yes I did." I quietly say.

"Wait that is the answer on what question."

"Yes I saw him today."

"What but how is that possible? So he really is a student here? Gosh now I can meet him." She claps in her hands thinking about the event itself, but all I think is that I wish he wasn't here.

"I think you already did."

"How is that possible if I--"

"You already had your English class right?"

"Yes but- wait he is in my English class? Sweet!"

"Well he kind of is."

"Would you please tell me who it is?"

"Well uhm-- He uhm kind of is our English teacher." I look down not wanting to see her reation. Wanting to disappear into the ground. Wanting to go home wishing this is all just a nightmare. But I guess I can't, I have to face it.So I look up and see a pair of wide eyes staring at me.

"Well you can say that sucks." She wispers her words carefully not wanting to say anything wrong. I want to answer but I can't so I just nodd.

"Malia," she says while cupping my head into her two hands "my little sunshine," she goes on "I think you should be carefull. And when I say carefull I really mean it. If something happens between you two you're going to end up hurt. And I don't say it just because I think this is kind of wrong but because I don't want to see you broken, because that will happen. They will find out and you both will get punished. He will lose his job and his career and you will end up broken like I said. I don't want that, I don't want to see my sunshine turn into rain." We both stay silent. What should I do? At least nothing happened yet. Maybe I need to avoid him. Try not to make eyecontact and I won't speak to him. Then there won't be a problem right?

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