Mr.Dallas

Chapter 1

The wind howls as the students arrive through the gates, hustling and bustling down the corridors. Friends are greeting each other with a hug or a playful punch while newcomers stand looking scared. The seniors stand, tall and proud, confidence born of experience. Soon the bell rings and everybody runs except an occasional slowcoach or chatterbox.

"Wow another school year!" My friend Sarah groans.

I chuckle, "at least it's our last year!"

"Yeah but it's gonna be a long one, I can feel it!" She adds as we walk through the familiar doors of the school.

"It will go by fast, I promise." I push her with my shoulder, Sarah smiles and we walk up the stairs and into the senior hallway.

Walking back into the familiar bare wall classrooms with large windows. Everyone wants a window seat, to sit in the unsubdued light of the morning. Outside the sky is blue except for a few strands of stratus that trail like aeroplane trails. Whoever painted the walls in here must have had an imagination bypass, but then isn't that the education system all over? Fill our minds with facts we can google instead of teaching us how to think, question facts, experiment and explore. It isn't the nineteen hundreds anymore, they aren't preparing us to clock in and out at factories. Getting myself comfortable since it was gonna be a long first period the teacher walks in looking as inspired as a used tea bag and already I feel a daydream starting, a really good one.

Considering how low key hot this teacher was whispering between girls made them giggle and made the guys question their looks. The teacher had long dark brown to light brown hair, his facial features stuck out like a sore thumb with his cut edge jawline and piercing dark brown eyes. He smiled at everyone making all the girls scream in their heads. His teeth noticeably straight and white as snow. His lips the perfect size, not too small, not to thin nor too big, plump and perfect. He wore a suit and tie, with his hair slicked back making him look like a businessman.

"Wow, the new teacher is hot" Sarah whispered over at me.

"You all can call me Mr. Dallas" his voice filled the room, deep, sweet, and sexy.

"He's not married" I whispered to myself. He's that handsome and he's not married?

"I only have one rule, respect me and I'll respect you" he speaks with such confidence.

"Yes sir" everyone speaks out. Mr. Dallas walks over to one of the empty desks sits on it with both of his legs hanging off, "does anyone wanna tell me about their summer?" He asks, instantly every girl sticks up their hands.

I chuckle, and Mr. Dallas looks at me making eye contact. Making me gulp and swallow my pride, everyone follows his eyes and look at me. "What's your name, love?" I look over at Sarah and she's giving me the 'say something' look, I try hard not to stutter.

"Khaleesi, Khaleesi White" I say, he stares at me for what felt like hours and finally says "nice too meet you" he smiles and I smile back.

Turning away from me everyone in the room is anxiously waiting to be called on. I finally take a breather and look back up at Sarah who was giving me thumbs up, I roll my eyes and continue on with my morning.