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


8. Chapter 8


I did the right thing. 

I did the right thing.

I did the right thing.

I keep repeating it in my head, hoping that one moment my heart will think the same. But right now I feel a little lost. What am I even saying. I don't know the guy, but somehow everytime I'm with him I forget it. The thought that is haunting me. I forget that he stands in front of me on Monday, Tuesday, Thusday and Friday. I forget the fact he will teach me stuff and that he will correct my tests, my homework and tasks. I forget that he walks around in school not because he is one of us, but one of them.

I forget the fact he is my teacher.

The loud sound of the bell interrupts my thoughts and tells me school is over. Well at least for the ones who doesn't have detention. I slowly walk to my locker and grab all the things I need for tomorrow and then go straight to my "date" with Mr. Peeterson. He actually is a nice guy or should I say a nice old man, but he's just a little, I don't know. There is just something about him. Who am I kidding, he's horrible. He's rude, like really rude and if he doesn't like you you definitely going to feel it.

Once I enter the room I see three other people sitting down spread across the classroom. There is this other girl with blue hair and very dark eyes. Two seats to the left there is this guy looking out the window with black hair. the thurth one is sleeping on the table with his head resting on his arms so I can't really see who it is. As I turn my head toward Mr. Peeterson I feel a pair of strong hands grabbing my shoulders. I immediatly turn around and face a muscular body.

"You? What have you done?" 

"Just nothing that's the problem. I did just nothing because unlike you I am not that badass." I laugh making a smile appear on his face.

"But, as I already expected that you would be here, what have you done, Cole?" I smirk at him waiting for an answer to pop up.

"Wel you know, I can say the same thing as you. I did nothing and at the same thing I did something." 

"Wauw, that just made it all clear." I say in a sarcastic way as I start walking to a seat in the back.

"Well lets just say I did something but not really here." I hear behind me for me to know he followed me to the table. 

"So you basicly skipped school?" I asked already knowing the answer on this one.

"Well if you--" 

"Stop talking. Detention is not a place to chitchat, you do that on a date not here." He says on a pretty harsh tone.

'Well someone is not in a mood' I mouth to Cole receiving a laugh and not seconds later he mouths back 'I guess his date didn't went so well.' with a smirk on his face. I can't hold it and a loud laugh escapes between my teeth. I try to cover it by coughing directly after it but unfortunatly he hear me. 

"Can you speak English? Because clearly you didn't understand what I just said." He is making me so angry but I can't handle 4 weeks of detention so I just clear my throat and look down to the desk. In frustration I lay my head on my arms and close my eyes, althought I know I should catch up with my english classes, because I can't seem to pay attention. Definitely not because there is a hot teacher that wanted to kiss me standing in front of me, I mean that would be ridiculous, right?

Hot? I need to stop thinking. I need to get him out of my head. Why would I think he's hot. I need to stop saying it, because it's not true. I mean look at him, the only thing that actualy is okay is his dirty blond hair always falling in the right place. It's wild but just controlled as well. Actually his eyes aren't that bad either, sweet blue sea water where you can drown like you never even existed. And then his lips. So soft and sweet pink you should want to ki--. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. I can't th--

A silent whisper interrupts my thoughts and maybe I actually am happy he did. "Maybe if you are his date he would be in a better mood, so feel free to ask him." 

"Wait, what?" I turn my head whil still laying on my arms and see he is in the same position as me. 

"Ask him out and maybe we won't be sitting here next week." 

"Ha-ha funny. Like I'm going on a date with him. You know now you say it actually he is my type. You know, around the 60, grey hair, love that touch of white by the way, and those wrinkles, mmhh can't resist that." 

"Like I said take your chance. I won't stop you." He whispers with a wide smirk carved on his face. 

"Okay, if I do it then you're asking your best friend out." I give him an evil smirk back.

"Ha-ha funny, not going to happen." he imitates me.

"Oh come on, a date with miss Devilson can't be that bad, right? Except when you don't like being tortured by her evil eyes and awful voice." I laugh.

"But that is what you like about her, right?" 

"I can't help but I'm laying on the ground laughing my lungs out." He whispers with the most sarcastic voice I've ever heard. A giggle escapes my mouth and I turn my head again so my eyes are covered by my arms. 

"I see, I see. Your loss." I say without looking while a smirk appears on my face. 

"Detention is over. Grab your stuff and leave." Mr. Peeterson says while gathering all his stuff. I immediatly get up and take my bag heading toward the door. Cole does the same and when we step out he says: "What a pitty that your date is over." before turning to the other side of the hall and walking away. 

"I'll arrange something for you, you will have your date!" I yell for him to turn around and put his middle finger in the air. 

"Oh how sweet, I love you too Cole!" I turn back around while laughing in myself. I open my purse and search for my spanner for my bicycle and when I can't find it I turn around and walk back toward my locker. As soon as I get there I open it and see my key laying on one of my books. Why is it even laying there? I shake my head, grab it and swing around while giving the door of my locker a push so it would close. I let my key drop in my purse and want to walk further but I can't. My feet won't move and I'm pretty sure he's the reason.

"Malia." I don't dare to look in his eyes but I still do. I stare in his blue eyes and for a moment I was away. 

"Luke." I whisper not knowing what to say. I clear my throat and correct myself immediatly. "I mean Mr. Hemmings." 

"I wanted to say sorry." he begins but before he could go on I interrupt him.

"For what?"

"For being unprofessional. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I hope we can forget that it happened." Something inside me felt wrong. Felt broken. Maybe I didn't want to forget. No, I can't say that. I can't. 

"Yeah sure." I hear myself say. I look back down and walk past him. Someting inside of me wanted to stop and turn around again, I don't even know why. I don't even know what I would do. Althought that feeling keeps growing I keep walking away until his words stop me again.

"I'll see you on monday, miss Green?" Those two last words were like a bullet. BANG. The shot was fired and I felt it. Just two words. Miss and Green. My name. But that wasn't what I wanted. I don't know why, but my heart felt devastated. Anyone can say those stupid little words but somehow when he said it, it hurt. 

"Yeah." was all I could bring out.


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