My English Teacher - p1

I walked along the road next to my school on a wet and bleak Tuesday morning. Younger kids running for shelter and shouting, I rolled my eyes and carried on walking - lifting my hood over my head. I quickly opened my phone to check my schedule for today.

“Maths, Biology, English and Geography” I muttered, trying to remember it. As I repeated it my heart fluttered every time I went over the word ‘English’. I got to the gates and put my phone away, walking to the door.

After getting inside I walked towards my locker, the slight heel on my shoes clicking on the hard floor. I looked down at my uniform: my pencil skirt sat tightly round my ass - highlighting it perfectly and my blouse neatly tucked in. I opened my locker and took out my folders and left to go to maths.

The lesson droned on, trigonometry this - trigonometry that. Slowly I placed my head on the desk and tried to block out the noise.

“psst, wake up” I heard being hissed into my ear. I looked up to be met with my best friend, Danny’s brown eyes, “here, copy my work. We can’t go unless we’ve finished it” I wrapped my arms around him.

“you’re the best Danny” I said.

“I know” He said laughing.

The bell rang and we packed up, leaving the maths room and walking upstairs to the science labs we walked past our English teacher, he looked at me and smiled - the butterflies.

Biology dragged on even more then maths. The only interesting part was when someone threw a highlighter across the room and it hit the teachers head.

I flicked through the textbook looking for the right page when the bell rang.

I grinned and left the room. We had a break before English, but I use that to my advantage. I went into the girls changing rooms and sorted out my skirt, rolling it to make it shorter and pressing my blouse down to show my boobs. I brushed my hair through and applied a new layer of lipgloss. Before leaving I sprayed my favourite perfume and I winked at myself in the mirror.

I sat with my friends outside and discussed our plans for the weekend. Lunch and Dinner plans, parties ect.. The break whistle blew and we all headed up to English class.

I stepped in and went to my desk and turned around to talk to the people behind until the teacher arrived. He walked through the door and the chatter started to quiet down. He had brown hair, side swept to the left. This facial features defined and a slight beard. He had a good sense of humour and was able to joke around, he understood how to talk to us and knew all the phrases we used.

It was about 30 minutes into the lesson and I was sat getting on with the work. I felt him looking at me so I pulled out my lipgloss and applied some more, before biting my lip and looking up at him. We maintained eye contact for a while before I looked back down to my paper. After another 10 minutes he walked over to my desk.

“I want to see you after class please” he said.

“Ooh am I in trouble sir?” I asked.

“Maybe” he whispered