𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? - 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ♡︎

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 ♡︎

The bell had gone meaning it was time for the last lesson of my long, painful day, English. But i was already here, i was sat at the front, on the 2 seater table in front of his desk i had seen before. He said i could stay here and he would change the seating plan to suit me, he is genuinely so cute. He thought about me and my feelings.

So i was staring into space, thinking about the small, handsome man (who ironically was right in front of me) whilst fiddling with my thumbs and wondered about the scruffy scribbles that once filled his desk. Maybe they were more poems? Even more impressive than the last. Highly doubt that though, "Suck it and see" was beautiful and i chuckled internally at my name for it, whilst obviously smirking in real life.
"What's so funny?" The bright eyed man questioned me with a smirk also placed on his lips. I loved that smirk.
"Oh nothing, don't worry about it." I awkwardly mumbled and flushed a beet red, holding my head down and pretending as if the floor was my new best friend. After that embarrassing sequence, he jumped from his desk chair and rushed to the door, enthusiastic to start off a new school year, with a new class.

As the door was held open, he welcomed a flood of people smiling and greeting each person, who did him. For some reason that sent a wave of jealousy over me, but why? He was only greeting his class? Everyone found their way to their designated seats and Aaliyah came and plonked herself next to me, thanks to Mr. Turners change in seating plan for me.
As she took her place she shone her pearly teeth at me and asked if i was okay and told me how she 'totally forgot' i had a detention and she thought i had been kidnapped. This in return caused Mr. Turner to let out a light snigger and then proceed to play with papers on his desk, he definitely did not need to be playing with them, and indeed was definitely trying to pretend to be doing something else, other than eavesdropping.

"So class, this will be your seats for the next year unless there are any serious concerns, then please let me know after class." He proceeded to explain authentically, as he rose from his desk to the front of the class. Ugh, the way his tie complimented his complexion so very well and the way he fiddled with his hands, but not in a nervous manner, in a manner that he just needed to do something with his hands. I know what he can do with thoughs hands.
"Anyway, to continue on with the introduction for your first year, the forthcoming 2 months alone we will be focusing on poetry. One of my favourite, if not my favourite area to teach, might i add." It was so cute how he was passionate about his job. "I will come round with an anthology and i would like you all to put your names inside it, thank you very much." He said slightly louder whilst wondering over to the back of the class.

"Are you overheating or something? It's becoming winter?" Aaliyah asked leaning over to me as if genuinely concerned. Shit. I was definitely red just at the thought of him.
"Erm- er- n- no. Why would you say that?" I barely managed to let escape my lips.
"It's just you're bright red, and your breathing is rather heavy. Ew, and your very sweaty." She added whilst placing the back of her palm to my temple.
"No no i'm fine, seriously."
"Okay. If you're sure. Are you sure it's not because of how sexy Mr. Turner is?" She spat out excitedly at me.
"Erm, should you talk about a teacher in that way? Also for the fact he's right in front of us, i think your answer should be no." I tried whispering but started laughing mid sentence.
"Oh please. I can't tell you fancy him. You won't take your bloody eyes off him, it's creepy." She proclaimed as if he wasn't there.
"Omg, shut up no i don't, anyway last time i fancied a teacher it didn't end well for me did it." I chuckled out
"Yeah but at least this one's actually attractive, and a lot younger, you may actually have a chance."
"Oh yeah, like i want a chance anyway."
"Can you please just admit to me you think he's fit?"
"Ugh. Fine, whatever he's an attractive man. Happy?"
"Splendid." She gleamed her toothy smile at me.

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Finally, the day had come to a long awaited end and we had only 10 minutes left of the lesson.
"Okay everyone, that was absolutely brilliant work today. I'm proud of every single one of you and am very happy to teach you this year." Mr. Turner praised while sitting down back at his desk which (some may say) was too close in front of me. "Okay, you can pack up now and i'll go through the homework once you're done." Ugh. homework. I hate homework. Everything about it. It's not his fault though, he gets forced to give out homework. I learnt that from my last school.
"Homework on the first day sir, are you kidding me?" a yappy voice from the back outstretched across the room.
"Trust me, i'm not too thrilled about it either, i don't really want to have to sit here marking it but it's what i've been told." He looked up searching to find the voice.

Once everyone had tidied, we all sat back down and went through the long, antagonising homework that i really couldn't be bothered to do. With that, he started to walk round and hand everyone a sheet and of course Aaliyah and I were last, how does that happen, we're right at the front? As he approached, i felt my breaths become shallower and palms sweatier. He quickly shifted past me and Aaliyah only handing Ally a sheet of paper.
"Has he forgot about me?" I (barely audibly) muttered to Aaliyah.
"Aw are you sad your new crush didn't give you a sheet of paper with his scent on it?" i simply scoffed at her comment. "Wit a minute. Uh-uh. No way i'm letting you get away with that one." Ally protested and shot her hand in the air, which was rather strange as he was stood about a metre away. Oh shit. How could i forget? Our bet. He said i missed out on it. So in fact he actually remembered me. Great now this bitch is really going to get me homework. Thanks.

"Sir, you forgot to give Kate a sheet." She told him patronising me with a smug smile across her face.
"Ah yes, how could i forget my favourite." He spoke gently while walking over to his desk, most likely to get me a sheet. Favourite. No he didn't just say that. Are teachers supposed to openly voice their opinions on that? Oh who cares? I was his favourite. I replied with a half giggle and smiled profusely at him, most likely going a beet red again. From his desk, he came over with a sheet of paper and i wanted to harm Aaliyah for this.

Strangely, he dismissed the class before he even gave me the sheet of paper. Did he forget about me again? As i was about to walk off, i heard my name in the prettiest Sheffield accent.
"I'll wait for you outside." Ally said walking out, rubbing my shoulder with hers cheekily, leaving us all by ourselves once again.
"I won't need you for that long, i just wanted to talk to you.. about your.. Friend." He shyly ventured over. "I just wanted to inform you, seeming as you are at the front, your conversations are not particularly difficult to overhear." Shit. He heard me publicly admit i think he's good looking, how have i fucked this already? "So if next time, could you talk about me somewhere privately." He giggled at himself.
"Hm bold of you to assume there will be a next time sir?" I cockily retorted back at him. His face was priceless. As if i had just caught him doing some illegal activity.
"Well- i- i didn't mean it like that." It was now his turn to glow a bright red. "I just- whatever, never mind. I just don't want to feel uncomfortable around her that's all."
"Oh but you're comfortable with me, did you hear what i said?" I so stupidly asked him regretting it immediately and immensely afterwards.
"Well, i did, but i can choose to forget that if you wish?" he cocked his head to the side and a smug smirk returned back to his lips. I must be like a freshly picked tomato at this point.
"Oh- er- erm yeah, i guess. Thank you, i'm sorry." I stuttered, on the verge of tears.

With an awkward silence filling the atmosphere around us, he handed me over the sheet of paper he was supposed to give me before the lesson had ended. He slid it across from his desk to mine, his hands were tense and veiny. I would stare at his hands for the whole day, if i could. I picked it up and examined the page, it was the poem from before, "suck it and see" I liked to call it, and apparently so did he. In the centre at the top of the page, was a title in bold. 'Suck it and see." It didn't have scribbled notes around it this time and was a neatly, thought through displayed copy of the beautiful poem.

"I thought you'd like a copy for yourself, since you liked it so much." He reasoned to me.
"Liked it? I loved it Mr. Turner! How someone can come up with something so exquisite and elegant, so romantic yet so sensual, as that bewilders me. You have a very special talent sir, not as if you need validation from me." I started to go on a rant about the art piece.
"But that's the thing, i like it when you praise me. Especially about my sensuality." He laughed at himself as he watched my face drop. With that i could of just exploded. Why did he do this to me?
"Well, just ask any time, i'll have no problem doing that." i jokingly winked at him, smiled and walked away face stuck to the floor. "See you later sir."
"See you later love."

What was he doing to me?