𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? - 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ♡︎

𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞 ♡︎

"So he just let you off the hook? No detention at all?" Aaliyah asked bewildered on how i had got away for the break time.
"No don't be silly, i physically assaulted someone on sight Ally." I chuckled as we walked across the open field opposite the maths block. "I have a detention next break because he didn't think an after school one would be necessary. He said he would of done the same thing in my situation."
"Aw bless him, you have to admit he's quite sexy ain't he?" She shone a bright smile at me and started to giggle.

Sexy. Sexy was an understatement. He was the most majestic person i had possibly ever seen. The way his dark brunette locks fell out of place from its cell of gel, his eyes that glimmered even in the darkest of shadows, his smile and dimples which could save even the deepest in despair. Stop. I seriously need to stop. I can't end up like how i was at my last school, where i just obsessed over one teacher, i didn't even talk to the last one. But Mr. Turner was different, he did speak to me, and looked at me in ways i could only dream of. Ugh, that smirk. Oh who am i kidding, it obviously meant nothing, he probably just felt bad for me. The ugly fat friend, who wouldn't feel bad for me?

Before i could respond (with a long awaited answer), we heard a group of loud voices behind us, familiar voices.
"Omg Kate, Aaliyah, come over here we we're going to go get some food, you in??" I looked behind me and saw a petite, boy waving at us. Little mouse boy.
"Oh yeah, if you don't mind." I shouted back while walking my way over to the group and taking Aaliyah's hand and dragging her with me.
"Of course not, you were amazing earlier." Mia greeted me with a warm embrace. She looked so kind and empathetic. I loved her already.
"Oh btw this is Mia (obviously), Jenny, Luna, Lola, Brianna, Emma and Amy. They're all harmless (if they like you)." Freddie laughed at his comment. We all greeted each other, Aaliyah included and walked of campus to find the nearest café.

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After an amazing coffee (that reminded me purely of Mr. Turner) and had an incredible laugh with our new found friends, we wondered back over to the school and Emma and I decided to do some revision in the library, since both of us had no lessons for the next 2 hours. After a while, the lunch bell pierced our ears and we both placed our hands over them, as if we were both 5, and then it dawned on me i would have to spend all of my lunch with him. Mr. Turner. What if i stared at him to much? He'll think i'm a weirdo. Let's be honest he probably already does. And i'll then have to have him for English straight after.

It's weird having a fascination with older men, i first noticed it when i was around 10 and i would always go for people that were like 16. Totally absurd to think about that now, at 16 the lowest age i'd go for is my age, but maybe that's just me. I wonder how old sir is though. Maybe i should ask him? Wait no, obviously not. He'll think i'm a freak. Well i am, but still he doesn't need any clues that he's the only person on my mind currently and i had only met him a few hours before.

"I should probably be getting on now." i groaned at Emma as i rolled my eyes. "Stupid detention all because i stuck up for someone, it's ridiculous." i followed up
"You don't have to tell me twice, that teacher seemed really scary though, the one that took the 3 of you away. Mr. Turner i think Freddie said." She answered almost asking for my opinion on him. Well my thoughts on him would probably get me sent home.
"Meh, he's alright you know, he's calm and cool, well, for a teacher. Not as snobby as the rest." We both laughed and took our separate paths.

My hands started to sweat and feel clammy, my knees felt weak and my breath croaky from my dry throat. Why was i this scared? It was only a detention, I had multiple in the past, why now am I scared? As I re-travelled down the now familiar corridor, I grew closer to the cutely decorated classroom and I re-discovered that same coffee smell I had once depicted previously. Trembling as I shuffled closer, the door swung open and out came the attractive slim framed figure. The light reflected off of his lanyard he was wearing, half blinding me. He could probably tell from my squinting eyes, like i was a blind person trying to find her glasses.

"Oh sorry about that Kate, i was just on my way to find you. I had thought you had forgot about me." He spoke and shone his pearls at me. Forgot? He was all i had thought about but i obviously wasn't going to tell him that.
"Forget you? Of course not, how could i forget about you?" Or maybe i was? What the actual fuck!? I felt my cheeks grow rose and my knees felt distinctively weaker. Why would i say that? I'm so stupid i swear.
"Erm- well, good to know." He replied also with a light pink growing on his complexion. "Well, i was just going to go to the staff room to gather a few bits, but i trust you'll behave if i leave you in here by yourself?" He suggested while lifting one eyebrow in my direction.
"Of course sir, you have nothing to worry about." i smiled through my words
"Okay, that's settled then, i'll be back in a few, don't miss me too much this time."He cheekily spoke as he shut the door behind him.

Don't miss him too much this time? What could that possibly mean. Was he a mind reader? Did he know how much i thought about him? Don't be stupid. Of course he doesn't, i haven't told anyone. My once pink face now grew red and i placed my head in my hands and groaned.
"Ugh. I have problems." I stared cluelessly around his room, his workspace. Just think, this is where he spent most of his day, sat at his desk. Which reminded me i wanted to see that picture on his desk. Maybe it was the same one as down the hall.

I wondered over for a closer look and found a much messier desk now, scrap pieces of paper thrown around, pens all over the desk and a bunch of sonnets with annotations and changes around them. What if they were his? His last one i read made me feel some type of way i had never felt before, when reading a poem.
Swiftly, my eyes were drawn to the photo in the frame. It was the same people, but aged a bit more, which was a great change for some of them, for example, Mr. Turner had chopped off all of his previous luscious locks and all of his acne from before had gone, he looked much more proper in this photo (but still childish). The other boys hadn't changed much, apart from one. Wait no. Hang about. That was a completely different person, the last one had quite a big build and was tall, short hair and some stubble on his chin. But this person was somewhat smaller in height (definitely in size), longer hair,a sharper face and no facial hair. I caught myself staring at Mr. Turner for much longer than i had anticipated and a small smirk crawled onto my face.

Shit.

A creak of the door knocked me out of my day dream and simultaneously made me slam the picture back on his desk.
"Too busy gawking at my pictures again i see?" he quickly chuckled out
"I'm so sorry sir, i was just curious, since in the other picture you looked much younger and it caught my eye." i tried to reason.
"Calling me old are we?" He laughed "I'll have you know i'm not as old as you may think i am." He muttered out with that sexy Sheffield accent.
"Try me." i stared up at him as he approached the desk where i stood and started to clean off the papers scattered everywhere. Try me? Who did i think i was?
"Go on then, try have a guess, if you're right, i'll let you off for the first bit of homework i'll be giving your class today." He smirked down at me. Ugh, his smirk.

Well this was a bit of a predicament. If i guessed too old, that would seem offensive (and i would like nothing less than to insult this man) or if i said an age to young, he may assume i was wishfully thinking. Why was he doing this to me? His big eyes looked straight into mine causing me to turn and face his picture once again.
"Obviously you have no idea, so i'll give you a 3 year age range." the confident man grinned cockily.
"Erm- I really don't- if i had to- if i had to guess- may- maybe... 28? Since you are a head of department, you must of been here a few years, but you look so young?" i stuttered and cocked my head waiting for a reply. However, instead i was just greeted with a beaming man.
"You really do overthink stuff, don't you?" he finally gave an unhelpful answer. I know that, Anxiety isn't the best when it comes to over thinking. I shrugged my shoulders as if i didn't know what he was talking about, pretending I hadn't been trying to concoct up his age since i met him.
"Well, you seemed to have a very calculated answer, like many equations were running through your mind. Your mind seems bright, beautiful bright mind are. I'm happy to have you in my class." beautiful. huh? Can he say that? However he was still not confirming or denying my suspicions.
"So was i right or wrong?" i said irritability and felt disgusted with myself straight away. "Erm- Er- Sorry if that came off as rude."
"Don't worry love, i don't doubt that you know you hit it straight away. I'm 25 but i have you a 3 year range so fair enough, no homework for you Miss. Webster."

Shit there it was again. Love.