Just Friends

Mr. Rogan

Mr. Rogan was my math teacher, and I have no idea if it is ok to say this, but he is sexy. He has a six pack for crying out loud! A six pack! He is so freaking adorable! I may sound like every other crushing girl out there, but I'm not like them, I am them.
I created the word hot. I made the word sexy up as well! When will I get the credit? Never. I don't fully care. Just notice me, and I won't tear your face off.
Ashley walked in just as normal as everyone else. But her mom was right. The first impression is the best. And this teacher had a great impression.
He watched me walk over to my seat, then, he came over and sat on my desk. He was tall, cute, strong, and the only one that I would ever love.
In other words. He was perfect.
Then, he spoke...
"Hello Miss Stone. Welcome to Leominster High School. I am going to be your math teacher, Mr. Rogan. But you can call me Mr. R. I can't wait to show you all of the wonders that math can bring," he stated it so clearly, that he should win a Nobel prize for it.
"Hi. I can't wait to get started!" I now felt much more comfortable.
"Well class, let's get started! So, I have been thinking, and I think that we should learn about graphs and charts. How about you?"
Everyone said ok. Not even I said no, and I am horrible at math. He was to hit to handle.
Please open your books to pages 238 and 239. Thanks."
The room became filled with the sound of girls' books flying to the pages, trying to be his favorite students.
"Well. Well. Well. Ashley, did the office give you a book?" I shook my head. "Well then, you will have to share with me."
Every girl in the room became furious, nasty beasts. They all had one mission. To kill me for getting him to like me more. They always got what they wanted. And they wanted me dead. They wanted me dead now.
"So. Here are the pages. Let's begin."

To be continued...