It's Normal for a Kid to Love His Teacher

'' Frank can you read the next part for us? '' Mr. Way had a smug look on his face as I looked up in horror. Of course, I was daydreaming. Again. What's with all this daydreaming lately? I mean, sure, he's the only person I ever wanna think about, but you'd think I'd be able to actually listen to him when he's speaking. I made a silent vow to myself not to ever daydream in his lessons again.
'' I-I-I.. '' I stuttered, feeling myself go red as Mr. Way sighed.
'' So tell me, Frank, what were you thinking about that was so important that you couldn't pay attention to me?'' he pursed his lips while waiting for an answer. Of course, I couldn't just tell him 'oh yeah, Mr. Way, I was thinking about you and how attractive you look all the time.' I blushed a darker shade of red.
'' I-I'm sorry j-just...things? '' my answer turned into more of a question. Mr. Way tutted at me before scanning his eyes over the class and asking if anyone else could read. I let out a quiet sigh of relief when some girl's hand shot up in the air and he picked her instead. I thought he was going to leave me alone after that, but no.
'' You see Frank, this is how to behave in my classroom,'' he said, turning his head slightly, then smiling at the girl, '' You know the rules, I'm sure.''
I just nodded in response and hung my head, feeling completely idiotic for daydreaming to start with.
And no, don't think I've given up denying my love for Mr. Way. I was defeated by it. I realised last night that there was no stopping my feelings towards him. I can't help it. It's not just his looks that I'm in love with, though. I love his personality as well. He's cute and funny, and I know he likes the same music as me because he once complemented my band shirt.
I was glad when the girl who Mr. Way had picked to read had finished and I knew which part we were on. I half expected him to come back to me and ask me, but he didn't, instead he started reading himself. While the rest of the class had their heads down following the words as Mr. Way read them out, I took this chance to look up at him. He was perched on the edge of his desk, one hand placed lightly on his thigh and the other holding the book up. I watched him closely, watching the way his lips move, and the way he kinda talks out of one side of his mouth, which for the record I find absolutely adorable.
That's probably viewed by, well, everyone, as really strange. Finding this man 'adorable' and 'beautiful' even though he teaches me English.
But I don't really care, and as long as nobody finds out how I feel, then I'm safe. I can keep my thoughts and feelings to myself, and everything will be just fine.

Notes

Sorry it's pretty short guys, I'll try making my next chapters longer. xo