My Drama Teacher

A new state.
A new school.
New teacher.
Mr.Tomlinson is possibly the worst yet best things that happened to twenty year old Brielle. His sea foam eyes, perfectly tanned skin and chocolate hair. Is Brielle falling for her teacher who is only three years older than her?

Find out in My Drama Teacher.


3. Call me Louis.


   I walked away from the premises of the school, smiling at my amazing first day. A very pretty girl named Bridget had invited me to sit with her at lunch, lifting a thousand pounds off each shoulder. The rest of the day continued on better than before, where I was suddenly engulfed by a group of both guys and girls.

   I found my car, pressing a button on my key chain as the lights flashed, the locks popping up. I boosted my bag higher onto my shoulder as I wrapped my fingers around the handle, pulling it open.

   "Brielle!" I heard a English accent yell as people turned to the source of noise. I turned around to see Mr. Tomlinson dashing towards me, his hair flying behind him. A quick smile passed my lips...he looked so adorable. He caught up to me, the folder nearly falling from his arms. I pushed it up as he thanked me, taking a few breathes, before talking.

   "S-Somebody...somebody egged my car. I have no transportation home, do you mind if you could drop me off?" He asked, doubling over as he panted. I felt so bad for him. Normally I would've looked away awkwardly, getting in my car and driving off but something about Mr. Tomlinson made me nod my head as he sighed in relief.

   He walked around to the other door, opening it. We both climbed in, closing our doors as I started the car. I ignored the stares being directed at my car as I began driving out of the parking lot.

   "So, uh, if you don't mind me asking...what happened to your car?" I asked, not taking my light brown eyes off the road before me.

   "Turn right here, and I don't know. I went and gathered my things, walking out to my car. I looked up and saw many faces laughing. It had egg yolk dripping down every inch of it...actually there might have been a few paint splatters on it. I don't know how to fix it." He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb.

   I turned right, nodding my head as I sighed as well. I felt so bad for him, who had done that to his car?

   "I'm sorry about that...I would hate to be in your position!" I spoke, immediately regretting my choice of word play.

   He chuckled, the same crinkles forming beneath his eyes as earlier today.

   "I'm pretty sure anybody would. You know, you're an amazing student!" He smiled, turning to look at me as I finally pulled my gaze from the road to meet his eyes. I found myself getting lost in his beautiful eyes, adsorbing the unique color.

   "Brielle?" I heard a voice echoing as I shook my head, scrunching my forehead. I gasped, slamming my foot on the brake as we were an inch close to slamming into another car. Once the car completely stops, I sit back taking large deep breathes.

   "I-I am so sorry!" I spoke, sweat forming on my skin. I turned to look at the beautiful male beside me.

   "I-I got distracted." I stuttered, embarrassed about our near accident.

   "Did you get lost in my beautiful eyes?" He joked as I giggled, not wanting him to know that's exactly what happened.

   "In your dreams, Mr.Tomlinson!" I laughed, adverting my eyes towards the road as I continued driving.

   "Please, call me Louis!" He smiled as I nodded, letting his name roll off my tongue. He smiled, nodding as I repeated his actions.

   "I'm sorry if this question sounds odd but...uh, how old are you? You look quite young in my opinion!" I spoke, afraid of choosing the wrong words to create an offensive sentence.

   "No problem. I'm twenty-three." He smiled as my heart began racing. Twenty-three? I'm only twenty! He was really young to be a teacher...then again my last teacher was twenty-six.

   "Wow, that's awesome. I would've guessed about twenty-five or so...anyways, yeah I'm twenty!" I smiled, my cheeks reddening.

   "Yeah, I look a bit older than I actually am." He chuckled, as my heart once more skipped a beat.

   "Turn left here and it's the third house on the right!" He smiled as I nodded, my smile increasing. He lived two houses down from me. I found his house, dropping him off as we exchanged our goodbyes. I smiled, backing out of his driveway as I drove two seconds down the road, pulling into my own driveway. I wasn't a fan of living in dorms.

   I got out, locking my car door before I walked up onto my porch, walking into my massive house.

   I sighed, setting my bag on the ground as I kicked my shoes off. I left my bag on the ground, walking up the carpeted stairs and across the carpet bridge that extended over my massive living room. Once I found my bedroom, which had yet to be unpacked, I walked to the window, admiring the beach behind my house. I was about to turn my eyes away before I saw one person that made my heart flip.

   Louis was standing shirtless, playing volleyball with four of his other friends.

   Oh Lord, give me mercy.



Sorry for the short chapter but I have allergies. I know there's always something but I told you freaking hates me!

I love you bunches.

~Gabriella Xx

If you read this all comment ''Lou".

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