I Got My Ion You

Special Bonds

You walk into the classroom feeling absolutely exhausted from your lack of sleep the previous night. You barely sleep. It's a side effect of being in a competitive school, and your vampire-ness.

It is a block day, which meant you had your 2, 4, 6 periods. You start your day off at Government, then at Statistics, and finally, your most dreaded class: Chemistry.

Ugh. You don't like chemistry. There are too many letters for it to be math, but also too many numbers for it to be English. it is a weird in between that you absolutely despise.

Plus, you don't like the teacher very much. She doesn't teach very well, and you could barely tell the difference between a sulfate and a sulfite.

You sleep through the first two periods of the day because fuck that you don't need to know how the government works because you live under one, and you don't need to know statistics because you are one. 

At lunch, you meet up with your besties. 

"THere's a sub in chem today, by the way," Y/B/F/N* says while eating her BBQ corn chips. "You don't really do anything."

*Your Best Friend's Name

"Nice." You'll get to sleep again, thankfully. Maybe they'll just put on a stupid chemistry movie and you'll get to vibe in the dark.

After lunch, you walk the 90120 yards to the 2 story building where your chemistry class is. 

The moment you open the door, you are hit with a fresh lemony scent that makes your pheremones go cra cra (you silly alpha dog). Your classroom usually smells like... well, chemicals. But not today. It smells like delicious lemon bars.

The person behind you pushes your shoulder to get into the classroom, and you stumble forward. before you can fall on your face, someone catches you. Your eyes are shut tight, but then you look up to meet a sexy pair of blue cornflower green white-people orbs. you think you can see the universe in it.

"Are you okay?" the man asked.

You can only nod in response.

"Good. Go take your seat."

you obey and slide into the stool at the front of the class, shoving aside the guy who was originally sitting there.

THe bell rings and the man who caught you walks up to the front of the classroom. you finally get a good look at him. He's wearing a blue lab coat that matches his stunning magnificent beautiful sexy eyes, and a bright red bowtie. He has salt and pepper hair and some wrinkles but you don't mind.

"Okay, class. I am your substitute teacher for the next few days while your real chemistry teacher goes through her murder trial. I'm Mr. Nye, but you can call me Bill."

"Are you a science guy by any chance?" some kid yells from the back of the class.

"Yes, now shut the fuck up and we're gonna watch my documentary about chemistry."

The room goes dark and he pulls up his projector. He starts it up, and his beautiful head shows up on screen. You are mesmerized by the film for the rest of the  90 minutes, unable to look away. you have never seen anything so cinametrophracic. THis deserves an Oscar, an Emmy, and a Grammy. An OsEmGram. Yes.

You don't dare to sleep. THe deep husky man voice of Mr. Nye fills the classroom speakers as the video narrates how ducks and sloths fuck, then about how pandas are literally useless and should be dead at this point. You don't appreciate the slander to your home country's sexy animal, but you don't mind because Mr. Nye looks so hot explaingin all of it with so much passion.

Unbeknownst to you, the bell rings again at the end of class and people start sprinting out of the classroom to run to the bus that doesn't fit all the kids which seems kinda illegal because it's not fair but then again the whole country isn't fair so who am I to judge.

"Ms. Y/L/N*, are you there?"

*You Last Name

You snap out of your dreamy reverie. "Oh yeah. Yes. I am awake.

"class is over, just so you know."

"Uh." You walk over tot he dsek where Mr. Nye is writing down grades. "Mr. Nye, you are a really swell fellow."

Mr. Nye looks at you with his beautiful old man eyese yet again. He's a fine man for someone who is 60 going on 70. You think the 40+ year age gap doesn't mean anything. he is a specimen that goes beyond years. You want to grab him by the bowtie.

"Please, call me Bill Nye the Science Guy," he purrs. "that's what my fans call me."

Your wide saucer saucy big eyes go even wider. "I need help. My chemistry grade is very low right now. I have a D, but for once I don't want a D. I want an A to bring home to my mom so she doesn't beat me for being a failrue asian child."

"Unofrnnaltly, I can't do anything about that, Y/N."

You put ur hands together and plead, "PLEASE BILL NYE THE SCIENCE GUY YOU ARE LITERALLY THE BEST TEACHER IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD I JUST REALLY NEED TO GET A GOOD GRADE THIS SIMEMSTER!!"

"Y/N! I know you really like me and that I've only been your teacher for like an hour and that I am the best science teacher in the whole world because every American kid knows me and learned what a water cycle is because of my Oscar worthy videos, but I can't make an exception!!"

You get down on your knees and beg him even though you are an alpha female who does not do things like that often but you really want a good grade. You need to get into college!!!!!

'OKay okay okay okay fine. I will help you get your grade up. You need to start staying after school to do some work to learn more chemstiry better okay."

"thank you Mr. Sexy Nye Guy!!!!"

He gives you a lemon.. He is literally the most hottest and good and perfect man to ever exist and he is so smart. Eitnsine who? I only know Bill Nye the Scciecne Guy.

Maybe in the future, something sexy will blossom between you two. that would be ideal. You can't wait to have this man as your husband to be :)