ROSES POVI sat down as he did. I had no choice but to sit in front of him of course, or else it would have been a little bit strange. After all, when a teacher asks you stay to talk to you, they expect you to treat them with respect, and sitting in front of them meant paying attention. Which also meant respect. I looked at him, waiting for him to say something. He stared back. It felt awkward weirdly. I hated awkward silence and yet it didn't really feel like that but it was something awkward. He then turned the chair left and right as he sighed, looking at the floor before stopping and returning his gaze to me.
"How did you know that?"
"Know what?" I asked, looking at his eyes still. He actually had green eyes, almost like emerald, which surprised me.
"When the first bullet was invented. Nobody knew that in my classes before."
I chuckled and sighed as he kept staring at me, curiously. He cleared his throat a bit before leaning back into his chair.
"Ah, it was my grandfather. He talked to me a lot about war, guns, pain and how the days were back when he was in it. Thanks to him, I now know gun and war information.
"Talked?" He asked. Im guessing he was interested in something like this.
"Yeah. Talked. He died a couple years back. Ship wreck. It was the Titanic so." I said, somewhat quietly. He was a good man and I loved him. It broke the family once they heard the news.
"Hm. I'm sorry. It must've been-"
"Don't say that." I stopped him before he could continue. "I heard it too many times. Plus, it happened ages ago. I'm fine, it's fine." I took a breath before looking back at him. He simply nodded and said no more.
"So. Is that all?..." I asked. It felt good talking to someone but he was my teacher after all.
"Nope sorry." He got up before taking some files and walked in front of me. He dropped them onto the wooden table and walked back to his desk. "You missed some work. It's either this or detention. Your pick."
I sighed annoyed as I picked up the papers and looked at them. I then picked a pen out of my coat and started writing silently.
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"Times up. Your next lesson starts in 8 minutes." Romero said. I clicked my pen before looking up.
"You better be happy with this." I huffed as I got up and threw the papers lightly onto his desk. He went ahead and reached out for them. I then noticed a scar on his wrist: or should I say scars.
"Hm." I said quietly aloud. He slowly looked up at me.
"What?" He asked in a low voice as he started reading my papers.
"Nothing." I muttered. Curious as hell. But I didn't want to ask to be rude. "Everything?" I asked. Tilly will be pissed at me for not seeing her.
"Yep." He said, kind of ignoring me as he continued reading. I got up and left the class without a fuss.
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Once I was outside, there was 5 minutes until the bell rang. I soon noticed Tilly up ahead.
"Omg im sorry I'm late. The new teacher made me st-" I blurted out.
"Shhh!" Tilly replied in a hush voice. I noticed that she was staring at something, or rather someone, with a underhandedly smirk. I followed her gaze to the man that I knew, her crush.
"Oh no, no, no Tilly." I dragged her arm and out of the cafe before shaking her. "He is bad for you. He is like drugs that will slowly crush your soul, you idiot!"
"Like drugs, exactly!" She said happily as she tried to continue staring from where she was. After a few moments, she finally stopped and sighed. "Alright, I'm sorry. It's just that I WANT him to marry me." I laughed. "Marry? You? Never." I said in between giggles. "Alright alright I'll stop. Now tell me why were you fucking missing throughout the whole break?"
"Well, the new guy-, New teacher, made me stay behind and do some work."
"Ooooh yeah. That explains it. He's a pain in the ass. I've met him yesterday."
"Tell me about" I exhaled as the bell rang. Me and Tilly then split up ways and went to our classes.
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The next few weeks were... Interesting to say the least. Me and Mr Romero shared smiles and looks throughout the weeks, though he did not stop picking on me if I hadn't talked within the first 15 minutes of the lesson. I mostly got the answers correct. It wasn't nothing big. He treated me like he did with any other student which I appreciated of course. Though, I noticed that he always wore a suit or anything that had long sleeves. Don't get me wrong. It did go well with his hair but I felt like he was hiding something. We also talked after class. He sometimes even asked me if I was fine as if I was getting beaten by someone everyday but I knew that he just cared about his students. Hell, I might actually like him more than the old teacher.
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A kiss is still a kiss (Teacher x Student) -CANCELLED.-
Romance{WARNING - This book contains mature content. This may involve Guns, Death, Sex, Age differences, Blood, Strong language. If you are not comfortable with any of these, I recommend that you don't read.} Rose Norris is a 18, female Student at Maple H...