You Can't Undo What Has Been Done

Chapter 1

Three, two, one! The bell finally rang, setting off a roar of students. Why were these students so excited you may ask? Well it's the end of the first day of school. As a teacher I shouldn't be as happy as I am, but these kids are seriously getting on my nerves! One minute they are all like 'I am in high school, I can do whatever I want' and the next they are like 'Ugh, why do we have to go to school? Don't we already know this?' Okay I may be over exaggerating, but this group of kids is worse than any I have works with so far in my short career as a teacher.

I am an English teacher at McKinley high school, in Wesley, Ohio. I teach the most rowdy bunch of kids there is. They are juniors for crying out loud.  Can't they at least act like they care? And I'm pretty sure that they think I'm just going to let them off the hook for their "mistakes", just because I'm not that much older than them, and this is my first year as an actual teacher. I'm sure some of them think that I am just a kid like them, but I'm a mature adult, and I need to take a stand. So here goes nothing! But you know what, I'm going to wait till tomorrow to make that stand, I'm kind of tired.  And if I want to last another day with these high school kids, I need my rest.

The next day, the second day of school to be exact, is actually looking up to be a great day. The kids aren't as annoying as I originally thought they would be. I mean some kids were seriously getting on my nerves, but I've been warned about those certain kids beforehand.

"Hey Mr. Huddle" one of the, dare I say, more attractive, students said, walking into my class during my free period.

"May I help you, Blaine?" I asked. Yes I know that he's a student, and a boy, but he is extremely attractive.

"Um... yes. I was wondering, since we have book reports due at the end of the week, which I think is ridiculous considering it's the first week of school, if you could help me out with a little conundrum?" He asked, and I have to admit he sounded sort of nervous.

"And what would this conundrum be Mr. Anders?" I asked very curious of why he would need my help with anything, he is in fact one of the brightest kids in the school.

"Well I don't really have a book, or in other words, I don't read books." He said sounding as if he was embarrassed. "And?" I asked him, staring at my desk writing a story, well a story of sorts. "Well, this is kind of embarrassing. But I read fanfictions, well I write fanfictions, and..." "And you were wondering if you could get the book report credit for writing you fanfictions? Correct?" I cut him off, now very interested that he writes fanfictions, considering that I write them too! I know, I know I'm a teacher I shouldn't be writing them but I have always liked them, getting to make up your own stories as you go. It just gives me a thrill writing out my fantasies, and no one knowing that they are mine.

"Yes, how'd you know?" Blaine asked me. I doubt more curious than I am.

"I happen to dabble in the art of fanfictions as well. Are you writing one right now?" I asked just wondering how creative this kid actually is. "Yes actually I am." Blaine said very enthusiastically. "I'll tell you what? You finish writing that fanfiction by the end of the week, and let me read it then..." "I d-don't think that I-I can do t-that, b-but maybe I c-can write a n-new one?" Blaine cut me off.

"Are you okay Blaine, your sweating bullets over there!" I said. Very worried I walked around to the other side of my desk that he had been sitting at. I pulled out one of the chairs at the tables in the front row, and put it by him and sat down. I reached out and put my hand on his forehead, he was hotter than Tom Hiddleston as Loki! Yeah I know VERY gay. But I was generally concerned about him.

"U-um I have to go Mr. Huddle. I'll see you eighth period." Blaine said as he quickly left my room. Quite frankly I was confused as hell, but I was more confused as to what just happened with Blaine.