"It's my first day at this school, not gonna lie I am kinda nervous," Austin thinks.
This is Mr. Austin James. He is the new future teacher at the Ohio School of Business.
"I don't know how I even got this job in the first place, and now I need to teach some students about business and shit."
Yeah, that's him. This is his character. Let's go back to when he was a young boy. A really shy boy, who never spoke first. He never started a conversation. He only talked, when someone talked to him in the first place. To be honest, he was still passionate about some things, and when he got asked about stuff, he never stopped talking. It sounds paradox, don't get me wrong, it is paradox, but that's how he works in some way. I don't want to spoil you that much about him, so you will get to know him throughout this story. Don't worry, I do not comment on every other stuff in this book, but it fits in the beginning.
Let's talk about his appearance, so you can, kinda, imagine him. He is 22 years young, 5'9'' tall, and always smells nice. If I could describe his scent, it smells like something pure and white. Not masculine or feminine, he just smells pure and white. He has tidy hair, he likes to be shaved, that's why you'll never see him with a beard. He clothes himself more youngish than adults. He still tries to be a teen in some way, and he is. In his head, he is still a teen and will never grow up. He'll rather die, than ever wearing a polo shirt, and when he needs to, he'll throw a black sweater on top of it. He is very humble and he doesn't like to be called a professor, in his mind, he is a teacher, cause he is teaching stuff.
Mr. James walks into the main hall of the school and is looking at his phone.
"Where the fuck is that classroom?" he whispers to himself.
"Okay." He swallows. "Let's see."
He looks around. "Room 51.32."
Still looking around. "Where is Room 51.32, 51.32?"
The more he looks at that number, the saltier he gets.
"What the fuck is shit?"
"This piece of shit building doesn't even have 51 floors?"
"How is that supposed to work?"
"Should I ask someone?"
"Nah, I rather come late and walk around the whole fucking building for 8 hours straight, than ask someone."
He looks around in confusion. Out of nowhere a random girl approaches him.
"Hey, new here?" the girl asks him calmly.
"Yeah, kinda...," he replies.
"What room you looking for?"
"Room 51.32."
The girl starts to think. She looks at him in distrust. "We have class in five minutes in this room, just follow me."
"Right behind you.", he agrees and starts following her to the classroom.
"Are you a new student here?" she asks, "I've never seen you before."
"Nononono." he replies, "Actually I am the new teacher."
This random girl's name is Cindy, Cindy California. She's more the opposite of Mr. James. She is the opposite of Mr. James, more of a loud girl you can say. She starts conversations and is more of an extroverted person. She has dark brown hair, sometimes curly sometimes just straight (if she feels like it). Wears glasses and always is nicely dressed. She is around 5'5'' and is 1 year younger than Mr. James. She likes to stand out from the rest, that's why she also dresses a bit shiny, I would say in this context. Today she is wearing a hoodie, black leather leggings, and white sneakers.
"So what's your turn-on?", she asks, "You, you, no wait.", she stops, "What's your name?"
"My name is Mr. James", he replies.
"Nah, that's hella cap."
"You can stop that teacher roleplay thingy."
"No, no.", he says, "I am not lying."
"Anyways Mr. JaMeS", she mocks, "My name is Cindy, nice to meet you." and offers her hand to him.
He reaches for her hand, "Nice to meet you too, Cindy," he replies.
He starts looking at her legs. He likes how shiny they are and how nicely they reflect the light.
"I could stare at those leather leggings all night long," he thinks, "But she's my student."
"This is so wrong."
While they walk, they don't talk much. He is staring at her legs while she is walking. Every time he stops himself, he still loses control and stares at them.
"Here we are, Mr. JAmES," she mocks, "Let's see where you going to sit."
He laughs, "At the front.", and starts walking towards the blackboard.
Standing in front of the class, he starts laying down his things and opens his shiny MacBook, and starts to connect his cables to the projector.
"You can stop the bullshit!" yells Cindy from the back.
"She doesn't believe me still," he whispers and just smirks.
"He is a teacher," she thinks, "And I asked him, what his turn-on is."
The bell rings. "Welcome!" he loudly says, "y'all can sit down, we aren't in a communist country or some sort."
The whole class starts laughing and they sit down. "He is cool," the students tell each other, "Finally a good teacher with some humor."
"So.", he starts, "I am your new teacher."
"Let me introduce myself." he stands up and starts introducing himself.
