After what had gone down in the home economics class you can probably imagine how the next hour went down.

It was mainly people attempting to cook, girls flipping their hair around to the point of almost falling over and I had a very intense discussion with Mr. Iero.

Basically I ended up telling the teacher off, I said he was being immature and could have been responsible for the school burning down if I hadn't of put out the fire.
Oh and I was right, he had been on Twitter.

So basically a bunch of eighteen year olds were being taught by someone who couldn't even control himself, wonderful.

At least I got some good food out of it, pancakes.
I didn't want to eat them but London was really enjoying the food I'd brought back.

I think I was the only one who didn't totally burn everything.

"You have been skimping on your cooking when I stay over my friend." London told me, gesturing with a semi devoured pancake in hand which was a guy magnet, obviously.

"I get tired, don't blame me." I muttered, mentally going over my next class.

I'd actually missed first break because I got distracted by telling off the teacher then I couldn't find London so that whole situation was a blur.

I managed to fake my way through a period of science and a period of history before the bell went and I got to escape classes for an hour or so.

"Anyway I interrupted you, what were you saying about the hottie mc-hot-hot cooking teacher?" Yeah her ears had picked up on that quickly and I knew she'd more than likely have the same guy for her class.

"I didn't call him hottie mc-whatever but he's kinda cute. He's also a complete nutjob, I swear he was screaming like everyone else when the stove burst into flames. Then he started tweeting about it." London immediately laughed, thanks to the sugar rush from the pancakes everything was funny now.

"I think I might be able to guess who it is." She singsonged around the food, her eyes lightning up in way that I'd learnt was no good.

"Alright..." I said carefully, not wanting to know what turn this situation might take.

"He's got black hair, dark eyes and a very, very cute grin. Oh and he's got tattoos on his hands." She described that in a little too much detail and it was kinda scary.

"How do you know?" He's going to be standing behind me, this is how it always works.

"I was him go into the home ec room today. He waved and said hi." Oh that was fucking cruel of her, I nearly had a bloody heart attack, not that she seemed to care.

"So what's his name?"

"Mr. Iero." I told her as she resumed eating her pancake, rather happily I might add.

I pulled my mobile out, checking the time and replying to the messages I'd received over the course of the day. Most of them were from my brother, asking me if I'd made is safely to class.

Mitch had apparently decided to be caring today, which was nice although he probably could have just found me and chatted like we do at home.

He eternally had his head stuck in his mobile and it took a lot of effort to get him away from it.
There have literally been moments where he's texted mum what he wants for dinner while she was in the living room.

You can probably imagine the yelling he got from that.

At first she was angry because he'd messaged her what he wanted 'like room service' and that he was treating her like a slave, not a mother.
Then once finished with that she had a rant over how she'd screwed up when raising him because she had to 'have done something wrong to raise a child this lazy.'

Anyway, I'd just made sure to keep my head out of it, I tried to be the model child as much as possible so she had nothing to be upset at me over.

Mitch and I were like two different sides of a coin, they say everyone has an evil twin, well Mitch is the evil one. At least I think so.

Who knows, everyone has a bad or at least naughty side in them.

Smack!

"Ow, that friggen hurt." I whined, looking up to the person I'd just head-butted by accident.

"Uh, hi Mr. Iero."

Fantastic I've just hurt my home ec teacher, this is gonna help my grades.

"Hello, Friday. Are you alright? I wasn't looking where I was going, sorry." Huh, a teacher that apologises, that's actually a first for me.

Mr. Iero looked at his watch, his eyes went wide as if he'd just realised something then he suddenly walked around me, okay.

"I have a class but you're very skilled in the kitchen, keep up the good work!" He called out before turning around and jogging off, disappearing.

"Oh my god he's so cute!" London squealed, I frowned, giving her the 'you're crazy' look and putting my mobile away.

I do have to admit that I'd be totally into him, if he was a student!

He's a teacher and it's wrong from both sides of the spectrum, I shouldn't like him and he shouldn't like any students even if he did.
Something like that could get him fired.

"Why do you think he ran off suddenly?" I asked, changing the subject shamelessly, once London had found had found a topic that could freak me out she'd stick with it and I didn't want her to know this could scare me.

"I don't know ma-" The school bell cut her off, are you kidding me, lunch started like ten seconds ago.

Whoever set up the timer for this thing obviously has no idea what they're doing.

"I don't know why I was calling him hot. He's adorable, like a puppy!" She said too loudly and I quickly put a hand over her mouth.

I didn't want her talking about stuff like that so loudly.

"He's like cute and beautiful at the same time, what's a word for that? Cutiful, he is completely cutiful and I want to take his clothes off." She continued and I was internally yelling at her, I know she'd stop if I pretended it didn't get to me but I couldn't.

We started walking in the direction of our lockers, her still babbling her head off about my teacher.

"Ya know as adorable as he seems he is a home economics teacher..." She'd lost me in her loony talk again so I was left in the dark.

"So?"

"It means that the dreamy Mr. Iero knows how to use his baster." She followed her words up with an incredibly inappropriate dance that made me question our friendship.

"Stop with the talk." Her smile got wider when she realised she was truly freaking me out at the moment and her dance stopped.

"Why whatever do you mean?" I gave her another look, making her giggle before a smile cracked my face.

Okay I have to admit it, it was kinda funny.

"And there's the chick I did pranks with last year!" She said to me with a grin, I have been acting pretty differently from my usual self.

"I'm sorry, Lonnie. It's just that being a senior's getting to me. There's just all this fuckin' pressure." London didn't need me to go into detail about it, she had bouts of anxiety and she knew how it worked.

"Na, it's no problem. You take yourself too seriously sometimes and you need someone to remind you of it." Never has a truer word been said about me.

I wasn't normally a serious person, it was my brother’s fault and if he wasn't so immature then I'd get a chance to muck around every now and then.

We opened our lockers, retrieving the books for our classes, hers home economics and mine English literature.
As London and I chatted I felt someone standing close to me and turned around just in time to get jump scared.

Mitch had been pulling a face that was more or less terrifying and I almost had a heart attack.

"Damn you, you bastard." I punched him lightly, getting a laugh in response, he loved scaring me.

One of these days I'll do something that'll scare the shit out of him and he'll never try to do that shit to me again.

"We have a class together sissy." I wish he'd stop calling me 'sissy' as well, it was insulting and he damn well knew I hated it.

"English lit?" I checked, I'd had my suspicions that I'd be in the same class as him but I wanted to make sure.

"Yep, room G2." Yeah I had the same class as him, looks like I won't be getting anything done the whole time, put Mitch and I in an enclosed space together and you'll have an unstoppable conversation waiting to happen.

"Oh Mitchy, have you seen Mr. Iero yet?" Why didn't it surprise me that she was going to talk to my brother about him as well?

"There's been about five different girls in my classes talking about him." Mitch said flatly, looking like he couldn't give less of a fuck if he tried.

He was a boy, he couldn't understand the importance of a teacher that was so good looking his age was irrelevant.
It wasn't that hard for there to be pretty female teacher, the guy thing was a rarity.

"Quick, we should go before she gets started on his baster." I whispered tugging on the sleeve of his shirt and trying to pull him away from London.

"Wish me luck I have Mr. Iero!" She called out loudly enough to get a few looks.

Mitch laughed as we walked off, he seemed to think her insanity was funny, I thought it was unnerving.

"I'm gonna be hearing this for the rest of the year won't I?" He asked and I nodded, Lonnie seemed to be very dedicated to her inappropriate jokes regarding Mr. Iero.

"And should I be worried about you?" I shook my head, I (unlike London) could control myself when I needed to, I at least think that anyway.

"Mitch, when have I ever cared for anybody besides myself?" I got a laugh from my brother, he knew how vein I could get, well not necessarily vein but I could be a bit in love with myself sometimes.

He stopped, holding the classroom door open for me with a smile, at least mum taught him to be a gentleman at times.

"Why thank you sir." I joked, walking in with my back turned to the room, grinning at him.

"You're very welcome madam." He replied, making grandiose hand gestured and bowing.

"Did you just call me the owner of a whorehouse?!" Mitch immediately started laughing only to stop when we heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind me.

"Could you both sit down please?" I looked over my shoulder to see the person sitting on the teacher’s desk.

The first thing I noticed was flame red hair, the second was that he had a denim jacket and the third, well I'll put it plainly and say he's fucking gorgeous.

"Are we late?" I asked, Mitch was already heading for a desk at the back of the room with an unoccupied seat next to him.

The teacher who was undoubtedly new since I don't remember him from any classes or meetings cocked his head to the side and gave me a studying expression.

"No, you're actually early. So early that at this exact moment you are at home, asleep in your bed and dreaming of this whole encounter." I'm confused right now, is the teacher using sarcasm on me?

"What?"

"Yes, you're late. Go sit at the back of the class next to your friend, quickly." I awkwardly stood there a bit longer than necessary then walked down an aisle and sat next to my brother.

What I could only assume was the teacher stood up and closed the classroom door before sitting down on the desk again.

"Okay then, I guess I'm going to be your English literature teacher for the year." He smiled, white teeth gleaming and I immediately knew London would put her inappropriate behaviour to good use around him.

"Some people call me Mr. Way but you guys can call me Mr. Way." He earned a laugh from the class and his smile got wider.

"Let's see, what would kids want to know about me?" He murmured almost silently to himself, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back.

"I graduated from Dartmouth last year with my degree in English lit. I was born and raised in Jersey, I turned twenty-two earlier this year." Well that explained why he didn't look like he should be teaching yet, honestly he looked like someone Mitch would hang out with.

Alright maybe not that young but he definitely didn't look like a English literature teacher.
Actually he reminded me a lot of a local band we had, the singer had brown hair not red though.

"I like coffee, you guys will learn that pretty fast though. I have a younger brother, Mikey. I'm an Aries and I like sunsets and long walks on the beach, that's about it." He uncrossed his arms and reached behind him, retrieving a mug and taking a sip from it, I'll assume it's coffee.

"Alright we're going to be studying a book for the first two weeks, obviously, this is literature. It's one of my personal favourites as well." He stood up, placing his coffee mug on the desk and going to the stationary cupboard. He reached in and pulled out a large box, stumbling back a little at its weight.

"No, please don't help." Mr. Way muttered under his breath, gripping the box tighter and putting it on his desk.

He grabbed a pair of scissors, cut the tape off, opened the box and pulled a book out.

"Romeo and Juliet." The class collectively groaned, no one wanted to read it or have anything to do with it.

"Yeah, yeah, it's overdone and whatever but I want you guys to rewrite it, however you want it doesn't matter but I want you to pick a couple of scenes you like and change them. They have to be at least five pages each." The groaning got louder, it sounded even worse than just having to read the thing.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my reading but I've gone over the story about twenty times and I was tired of it.

"This a literature class, not creative writing." Mitch called out, Mr. Way looked at him and walked down the aisle of desks.

"First things first, what's your name?" Mr. Way asked, leaning against the edge of my desk and looking directly at my twin.

"Mitch." He replied.

"Okay nice to meet you, Mitch. See the thing is if you looked closer at your time table you'd realise this isn't just lit, it's also creative writing." There was a low murmuring of voices and the rustling of papers as people looked at their schedules.

I leaned out of my desk, checking Mitch's piece of paper, yeah it had the code for creative writing.

Mr. Way moved away from my desk, walked back up the aisle, shrugged his denim jacket off and hung it up on a coat rack.

"This is advanced English literature and let me put emphasis on 'advanced.' This isn't going to be easy, the class is supposed to challenge you, hence the creative writing." He pulled his chair out, sat down and put his feet on the corner of the desk.

"Analysing a book is one thing, writing one is something completely different." He picked up his mug once more, drinking from it with eyes scanning the students.

"Besides, what kind of teacher would I be if I didn't make your lives hell?"