𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭 ~ 𝐂. 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ, ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴢᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ

𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩

                                                                                          having every pair of eyes laid onto you, to scan your outfit, if it was 'too slutty' or 'too lazy' having everything picked up on, from one's body. That was the worst. I and Mae were walking to our lockers where our boyfriends usually wait for us, instead of just seeing Freddie.

"Do you know where Oscar is Fred?" I ponder, wondering where my boyfriend was.

"Nah, he told me not to pick him up this morning, I think he got his car fixed or something, has he not texted you, Frey?" Freddie says.

"Only this morning to see if I was okay, I thought he was getting a ride with you so I didn't ask." I shrug.

"He might have walked to school, starting a new routine for the new semester," Mae spoke, she was always positive "Have you checked out the new English Lit teacher Frey? Words on the street he's like fine wine " She winks

It was math class and I sat next to Jessica Turner, the mean girl, the ' i can take your man if I want to ' girl, a bitch.She wouldn't stop blabbing on about how she has a new man, you just broke up with Alex, slow down.

"So Freya, who are you taking to prom?" She asked me

"I'm going with Oscar, Mae, and Freddie, who are you taking?" I retort

"Oh, well somebody's got to be two-timing" she sighs

"What do you mean?" I turn to her

"Oscar asked me, did he even ask you?" she tilts her head

"Well no, but I assumed-" I get cut off by her

"Ah, there's the problem, you should never assume Freya" she winks as the bell goes. I just sit there, mouth wide open, flies not daring to come to fly in.

"Why the long face?" I hear a male voice walks into the room, after my maths professor walked out, a wrinkly coffee-stained camel.

"Who are you?" I ask snuffling

"Oh I'm Mr. Evans, you can call me sir I don't mind," He smiles, I cannot lie, Mae was right, he was like fine wine. "What's the matter?" he asked

"Boys are dicks, what's new" I rhetorically ask

"Ouch," he touches his left pectoral "Only Teenage boys" he winks

"A-are you flirting with me sir?" I stutter

"Well that wouldn't be professional now, would it," he smiles "Well I've got to set up my next lesson, ill see you around,"

"Freya, my names Freya" I smile

"I'll see you around Freya"

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