Another teacher fic
Chapter 1
FRANK POV
I was expecting to go into art and see the old hag who people called Mrs.Miller. What I was not expecting was a very smiley, white haired man who practically sprung off his chair and yelled
"Hello everyone!" the second we all sat down.
"Who the fuck are you?" yelled some dick from the back of the class causing the mystery man to raise his eyebrow.
"I'm your new teacher" He exclaimed with a bright smile. "My names Mr.Way and I'll be taking over the spot that Mrs.Miller has left behind." Oh thank god, I hated that bitch so much.She always told me I could never be an artist, that my mind was too fucked up. Maybe Mr.Way will like my work or maybe he'll hate it as well. For sone reason that thought panicked me. I didn't want to disgust him I wanted to be his favourite pupil and- woah where did that thought come from? I've never wanted to be a teachers pet. I'd not even had this man for 5 minutes and he's already messing with my head. I sigh to myself and try to catch up on what he's been saying.
"-nly have a few rules you need to follow." he starts "you can basically do anything you want in this class except for bullying. I will not tolerate any form of homophobia, racism, discrimination or insults in general."
The class murmured in agreement and he ran a hand through his platinum hair and smiled that awkwardly sideways yet cute (cute?!?) smile.
"I guess we're all gonna get on pretty well then so for now you can do whatever the fuck you want, I don't care."and he laughs this completely adorable giggle that makes me want to wrap my arms around him and protect him from all the dangers in the world.
I go to plug my earphones in but am stopped when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see a pair of shining hazel-green eyes staring into mine.
"hey, you okay? He asks in a concerned voice which makes my heart flutter in a way I know it shouldn't.
I try my best to answer casually but me being me, I end up stuttering over the words.
"Y-yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I say unsurely. I mentally sigh, great job Frank. I watch as his eyes gain a glint of humor at my stutter.
"You just looked a bit distant, I wasn't too boring was I?" he laughed.
"No!" I quickly exclaim. "I was just distracted."
"Damn it must've been my gorgeous looks." he says sarcastically causing me to laugh because although he was joking, it was the truth.
I was expecting to go into art and see the old hag who people called Mrs.Miller. What I was not expecting was a very smiley, white haired man who practically sprung off his chair and yelled
"Hello everyone!" the second we all sat down.
"Who the fuck are you?" yelled some dick from the back of the class causing the mystery man to raise his eyebrow.
"I'm your new teacher" He exclaimed with a bright smile. "My names Mr.Way and I'll be taking over the spot that Mrs.Miller has left behind." Oh thank god, I hated that bitch so much.She always told me I could never be an artist, that my mind was too fucked up. Maybe Mr.Way will like my work or maybe he'll hate it as well. For sone reason that thought panicked me. I didn't want to disgust him I wanted to be his favourite pupil and- woah where did that thought come from? I've never wanted to be a teachers pet. I'd not even had this man for 5 minutes and he's already messing with my head. I sigh to myself and try to catch up on what he's been saying.
"-nly have a few rules you need to follow." he starts "you can basically do anything you want in this class except for bullying. I will not tolerate any form of homophobia, racism, discrimination or insults in general."
The class murmured in agreement and he ran a hand through his platinum hair and smiled that awkwardly sideways yet cute (cute?!?) smile.
"I guess we're all gonna get on pretty well then so for now you can do whatever the fuck you want, I don't care."and he laughs this completely adorable giggle that makes me want to wrap my arms around him and protect him from all the dangers in the world.
I go to plug my earphones in but am stopped when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see a pair of shining hazel-green eyes staring into mine.
"hey, you okay? He asks in a concerned voice which makes my heart flutter in a way I know it shouldn't.
I try my best to answer casually but me being me, I end up stuttering over the words.
"Y-yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I say unsurely. I mentally sigh, great job Frank. I watch as his eyes gain a glint of humor at my stutter.
"You just looked a bit distant, I wasn't too boring was I?" he laughed.
"No!" I quickly exclaim. "I was just distracted."
"Damn it must've been my gorgeous looks." he says sarcastically causing me to laugh because although he was joking, it was the truth.
Notes
Hey so this is my first story so criticism is welcome. Also Im writing on my phone which has the shittyest keyboard EVER so please excuse spelling/ punctuation errors, I'm trying ok? XD
@frerardcrap
Thank you so much! This makes me really happy cos I love your story and I was reading it since day one so... XD
Yeh I'm awkward but thanks!
6/11/15