Written By A Romantic

Chapter Three Part I

A.N: This one's for Suzie, in the hopes that you don't bite my balls off at the fact that the first and second chapter is dedicated to someone else.

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Usually, when your teacher is late, you celebrate by talking with your friends, finishing the assignments you forgot about, or maybe even just passing out on a random desk because you stayed up 'til 3am sobbing about a wattpad story. The thing is, Alison is making it very hard to do either. With her intense glare that hasn't lifted from Link - or Franklin, don't even get me started on that one - and I since the cello-drop incident, my lanky friend has been shifting uncomfortably and understandably so. From the looks of things, the small girl want's nothing more than our heads on spikes to decorate her house, regardless of the 25-to-life sentence. She is out for blood, and Link doesn't even know who the hell she is.

I frown at my friend sitting next to me. I can't believe the psycho fairy actually changed his name just because she didn't think it was a name for a hot boy. It's not a terrible name at all, it actually suits him. Even worse than that; she broke up his relationship so he'd have no strings. I can still feel the anger coursing through me from the previous encounter with the brat. My fingers clench above the desks into tight, trembling fists. Fist that I desperately want to deck a certain author who is Hell bent on a high school romance.

 "I wonder where Ms Botha is..." Link frowns at the door, ending the tense silence. I wonder the same thing. After checking my phone, it tells me that the teacher in question is 20 minutes late. Link was telling me stories about the beloved music teacher during lunch, Chase joining in to tell us about the nice South African lady.

 "In New Zealand, if your teacher is 15 minutes late, that means you can leave the class."

 "I think it's the same here"

I scrunch my nose, a bad habit I've never been able to stop. "So why the hell are people still here?"

Before Link can answer my very valid question, the door suddenly bursts open, and in walks in a severely overdressed guy with a briefcase, a smirk adorning his face.

 "Hello class, Ms Botha has been in an accident, which I'm afraid I don't know enough about to disclose to you. I'm Mr. Fane and I'll be your music teacher for the rest of the year."

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Lmao so in my defense I didn't think anyone would keep reading the book but I just wanna say sorry for anyone who was still waiting for an update, only to receive like 400 words. BUT the school unblocked wattpad so I'll keep updating.

-Blake