Mr. Beirsack... I love you

Chapter 2

When I got home mom and dad where fighting. Like always. So I listen to my music and check my emails from the Only friends I have. Then I see a random email I've never seen before.

From: AndrewBeirsack@gmail.com
Subject: interest
So not many interests? I'm sure you have some.

Mr.Biersack emailed me!!! Omg I can't believe it!

From: (ur email)
Subject: interest
Can you tell me about yourself? Like why do you have a lip Piercing? And what are your hobbies?

Ok send, did I say everything right? I'm I being weird? I'm so nervous.

From: AndrewBiersack@gmail.com
I got my piercing when I was your age. And I just thought it would look cool. My hobbies are music. What are yours?

He likes music?! Me to! Ok let me put this in a less freakish way as possible.

From: (us email)
My hobbies happen to be music to. I play guitar, I also have a drum set. I like bands like bring me the horizon and sleeping with sirens.

From: AndrewBiersack@gmail.com
I sing in a small band called black veil brides. We aren't popular yet. 
I've never meet a student so much like me before, you seem cool (y/n).

I silently queel. He says I'm cool!!!

From: (ur email)
Thanks, I never meet such a awesome teacher. Can I please meet your band?

From: AndrewBiersack@gmail.com
Maybe... See you tomorrow.

That's it? Maybe?! He's playing hard to get. I wonder if he's single? I'm afraid to ask. Maybe he will just happen to tell us.

***

The next morning I walked past Mr. Beirsack in the hall I "accidentally" tripped and fell. He caught me. "Woah whatch out (y/n)." He picks up my stuff. "Your strong Mr. Beirsack." I flirt. "Your a sweet gril (y/n)." He grins. I decide to take this to the next level.

"Oh, I don't know if I'm that sweet, Mr. Beirsack... I can be bad, most of the time. See you later teach!" I March past him leaving him standing in the empty hall.

In Physical education, I faked that I had pulled muscle and sat out on the side walk with note pad. I drew out some plans to make Mr. Beirsack mine.

Tomorrow I'm going to wear a short skirt and a low cut tank. And I'm sure I won't have any problem at all at failing math. I'll give my subs a hard time when they try to help me until the only sub left is Mr. Beirsack. I like this plan. Its going to work, its got to.

Some kid with a Peirce the veil shirt came a sat beside me. "Hi Im Taylor." She looked at me with a huge ass grin on her face. "Hi I'm (y/n). Why are you over here? Nobody just talks to me suddenly. Nobody." I mutter the last part. "Cause I like your shirt." She pointed at my of mice and men T-shirt. "I like yours to."

We ended up having this huge conversation about bands and crap. Then we parted ways when she had to go to art and I to band.

***

When I walked in math I took the closest seat toward the front. when Mr.Bersack came in he started talking about decimals and shit, second-day stuff. I starred at his ass when he turned to write on the bored. When he was faceing the class I stared at his face and fluttered my eyes.

He normally looked away when I looked. Oh he'll look at me tomorrow. He'll look at my boobs.

***

When I got home mom wasn't there. Of of course dad wasn't. So I went upstairs and blasted my music. I opeaned my laptop and got on email.

From: (ur email)

Subject: interest

Hey there Mr. Beirsack nice lesson today, although I don't know if I understand how to change the decimal to a fraction.

From: AndrewBeirsack@gmail.com
(Y/n) you were acting strange today. And I will try to find you some help.

From: (ur email)
Can you show me? And I am a strange girl Mr. Beirsack. I misbehave quite often.

From: AndrewBriesack
I can see. And sure I'll find away. See you tomarrow, (y/n)

From: (ur email)
Ok bye.

Tomorrows plan is going to work. I know it is. As I think about Mr.Beirsack I slowly drift to sleep.