𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? - 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ♡︎

𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? ♡︎

TW: blood, alcohol and daddy issues

"You with me. Get up. And you, come on." An unfamiliar Sheffield accent sternly demanded towards someone but i couldn't quite make out at who it was saying this and who it was to because the next thing i know i've dropped to the floor on my knees and it goes black.

My head was clouding over with a fog that blocked my view of what what was happening in front of me and appeared to close up the holes in my ears and muffled the arguing of which was going on. I was on my knees and my fingers were in twinned with the blades of grass beneath me. I felt a face close to mine and a faint shadow waving in my eye-line down on their knees rubbing my back. It was Ally. I could recognise her touch from anywhere and her strong scent of fruity perfume should of been a good enough hint. As i rest my head down, facing the floor, trying to gather my thoughts together and calm myself down so i don't fully face-plant the floor right now. A small puddle of blood sits there staring up at me and bewildered i stare at it. The fight didn't get that physical, did it? Poor Freddie. Aaliyah said we'd help him and we did fuck all ugh i'm a waste of space honestly i just pass out at the sign of any conflict.

The fog began to clear and i stood up everyone still worried about the 2 boys. It's not like i didn't expect no one to care about me, i'm used to it from home. Mum doesn't care about me, all she does is drink and cry about her problems and take it out on me. Where as for dear old dad, he cared so much he had to leave when i was 5. Pretty good family i've got going on, i'm just so glad i don't have siblings who'd have to endure that too.
shit. Stop thinking about that now. I felt a clear film cover my eyes and i knew i needed to sort myself out. I wasn't going to cry on my first day.

"And don't think i've forgot about you miss." Spoke an attractive older man who stood before me gesturing for me to come with him. He was the one with that distinct Sheffield accent. I hesitantly stood there scanning him from head to toe. He had a 50s quiff in his hair styled with mass amounts of gel (not that that was a bad thing). He had the most exquisite hazel eyes that shined bright and were full of life, he had quite a big nose , but that's not necessarily a bad thing for a man. His lips looked soft, and like they'd taste nice, a warm coffee kind of guy. He wore a pair of black trousers matched with a white button up but his top 2 buttons were undone showing a tiny bit of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up exposing his veins which ran down his quite muscly arms. I walked towards the mysterious man who was flicking his hair out of his face showing his gorgeous complexion shining against the one of the suns.

"we'll come along then." he half smiles half laughs at me as i trail behind, "you're not in trouble if that's what you're worried about. I saw the whole thing you're fine. I just need to take you in my office so i can act like i'm giving everyone a punishment so it doesn't look like favouritism." he took a pause probably expecting me to say something. "Okay love?"
Love! Who is this man i thought he was a teacher, teachers can't say that can they? well i guess it's different in Uni.
"Yeah i'm fine, i didn't care. It's whatever" i simply replied, head down worried i'll stare at him for too long that it becomes suspicious like last time.
"Hey are you okay, seriously, i saw you on the floor earlier and i didn't check if you were okay and i feel really bad." The hazel eyed man stops in his tracks making sure i look up at him to answer. I feel awfully pressured and staring at his heavenly face makes my cheeks flush and i can feel him judging me.
"who are you?" i blurt out almost hypnotically "oh my god i'm so sorry. I didn't mean it like that, it's just earlier i thought you were just another student but then you said you had an office and now you've just called me love and i'm confused.." i tried reasoning my rudeness but i get greeted with a red faced man who turns around and continues walking.
"sorry" i murmur
"No don't be sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't realise i called you that, that was inappropriate of me. Sorry if i made you uncomfortable." he replied a lot more confident than how he had just previously looked
"No your fine. You didn't mean anything by it." i spoke in my regular miserable voice.

"Just this one here, all 3 of you can wait outside ,thank you very much, while i get the head." The slim but fit figured man pointed out to us as he strutted off down the hallway.

"look at what you've done queer." Dylan spat under his breath. Freddie completely ignored him and sat next to me twiddling with his thumbs. This is when i need Aaliyah, i don't know what to do in uncomfy situations like this. Do i talk to Freddie? Or not? errr ermmm.
"Hey Freddie, are you okay?" There i did it. I was met with silence and i tilted my head to him and i saw a tear trickling down his face contaminating with the dried up blood. i lean over giving him a hug not knowing if that was the appropriate thing to do and that's when i saw the same man who called me 'love' with who i was guessing was the head. They both walked straight passed Freddie and I, not even baring us a glance and took Dylan straight in through the office door.

"Mr. Turner - Head of English Department"

Well that's who he was. I wonder how old he is? Wait no i don't. That's strange why do i even care about this man? I wish i could just turn my brain off right now. Half an hour goes by and Dylan finally comes out. He looks so enraged he could burst at any moment, i was surprised he didn't combust right there in front of us.
The head peeped his head round the door and called for "Mr. Todd" which logically could only mean Freddie. Before Freddie left however he turned to look at me and smiled. He apologised for blanking me and thanked me for what i did earlier in the courtyard. At first i just accepted the apology but i had no clue what he was talking about... shit. I pushed Dylan over, that's why i was so mad at him because of the comment he made after. I remember now it's all coming back to me, maybe i blanked out more than i thought i did.

Sat there alone with only my own company, my thoughts ran wild about Mr. Turner it was annoying me that he was all that was on my mind. Why was he there? What importance does he have that he needs to be all i think about right now? After another 20 minutes the first bell rings and i've completely missed my first history lesson. Well fuck. At least i'd have a free period now anyway. After another 15 minutes Freddie walks out, not  happy but cheerier than before. He's quickly followed by the head who gives me a quick sign of acknowledgement with a small nod of the head, which i instantly sent back. Wait why was he leaving? Was i not even needed? Did they forget about me? Ugh whatever i'm used to it. As i'm ready to walk off i hear that same now familiar Sheffield accent.
"Miss.Webster" Shit i loved the way he said my name. Ew stop that's a teacher you weirdo.

As i rose slowly from my seat, i sorted out my skirt trying my best not to look like a prostitute and fix my hair as my heart beat grew louder and louder until i could practically feel it beating out my chest i hope he couldn't hear it. I swiftly and quietly glide past him and his greeting arm which he had let against the door frame. "Take a seat." He comforted me while pulling out a chair for me opposite his desk. His desk was tidy. Apart from a few papers i assume he had been marking but he had his computer in the corner with a pencil holder next to it filled to the brim. More to the side of the computer he had a picture which was just about visible to me, seeming as it was supposed to face him, it was a picture of him from years ago i can only assume. It was him with long hair, i could tell it was him for he has a very distinctive face and that jawline couldn't be mistaken especially his beautiful bright eyes. He was surrounded by 3 other boys who were hugging him, they looked like close friends and it looked like they were at a festival... but they were on the stage with a small crowd behind them? I snapped out of my thoughts and was greeted to a smirking man looking down at me.

"I was ravishing back then wasn't i?"