Fake Girlfriend (A Behzinga Fanfic/AU)(unfinished)

TWO

I learned everyone's names, and most of them were really nice to me. I asked about the teacher that had visited my classroom after school, and Vik told me that his name was Ethan Payne. He taught strength and conditioning, which made sense considering how muscular he was. He also apparently helped coach the football team, along with Mr Minter, who was really nice.

I decided to leave early that day, since I couldn't be bothered to stay late. When I came back to the school early the next morning, I wasn't expecting for someone to already be in there.

But it wasn't a student.

"You again," I muttered softly. I didn't get much sleep the night before, because I spent the whole night working on other projects for each of the classes. I yawned and scratched my head as I walked past Ethan and slouched into my desk, kicking my feet up onto it and leaning back in my chair. "Sorry if I'm a bit unbearable today, I skipped out on my iced coffee."

I didn't bother asking him why he was there, and instead I just closed my eyes.

"Don't let the kids see you like that," He scoffed. "They'll walk all over you. You have to be stern with them."

"Oh?" I opened my eyes slightly. "And that's how you get them to like you?"

"They don't need to like me, they need to learn. They won't learn if you baby them," He stated.

I decided against rolling my eyes. I didn't want my students to hate me. I wanted them to feel comfortable in my class. "Thanks for the tip. Is that the only reason you're in here?"

He shrugged and sat down in one of the stools that the students typically sat in. He glanced around with a watchful eye, but his eyes landed on me. "What is it that you did yesterday that the kids liked so much?"

I bit my lip to keep from grinning. So they did like me. At least, some of them did.

"Well, for one, I played some music. It helps them relax from the first day nerves."

He looked away from me and at the ceiling, which had strings hanging down from small hooks. When he noticed it, it reminded me of why I'd come in so early.

"Oh," I got up from my seat and opened up the bottom drawer of my desk, pulling out a stack of pictures that I'd taken. "I have to get these set up before my photography class."

He narrowed his eyes at me, but I ignored him as I went over to each string, having to stand up on the desks to hang up each photo. My plan was just to have them there and inspire the kids, and then I would take them outside with cameras and let them go nuts.

"You're more than welcome to stop by and see for yourself what I do in here," I smiled at him before turning and hanging up yet another photo.

"Don't get your hopes up," He grumbled. "I've got a busy day, unlike you."

I froze, letting my arms drop to my sides and turning to look at him. He must have known that I didn't have many students. It wasn't my fault.

I sighed and sat down on the table, and he met my eyes. He looked somewhat guilty for saying it, and even though he didn't take it back, I just shrugged it off. "Oh well. I don't mind."

He looked into my eyes and sighed. "I've got seventh off. Maybe I'll bring you a drink or something and keep an eye on your class."

Seventh period was the last class of the day. What a lucky guy to have it off.

Normally, teachers used their 'planning periods' to grade assignments or get caught up on things.

I shrugged again, standing up on the table once again to hang the last picture. "Hope it's not a disappointment."