Here I Go Again (short MJ fanfic)

Chapter 1-

I could feel the warm blankets clenching around my body before my ears and, by god my peacefulness, were pierced by my phone alarm. The beeping caused me to kick the pillows from my feet and flop myself over to the left side of my bed.

My phone was on charge while buzzing around the floor. My hand swept down hitting the screen with my index finger. Finally the war cry had stopped.

But now it's time to get up... All I can think to myself is 'here I go again'.

I look to the clock and by damn it's 4:12am.

"uhh there goes the two minute luxury of instant hot chocolate." I sigh as I practically run to the shower.

The water trickles it's way through my hair and down my back for exactly 10minutes. By 4:23am I'm stood at the mirror brushing my teeth while my hair naturally dries. I spit the spearmint out and splash my face with freezing water.

Making my way to the living room my uniform is all set out neatly without a crease in it. I wouldn't want to be running around the academy perimeter six times again. I smooth the black army trousers over my ass and down my thighs with my hand before turning to the mirror to double check the neatness.

I then realised my hair was still down, I grabbed a bobble from my wrist and tied the top of my hair back into a small bun at the back of my head while the other curls flow down my defined back.

I quickly grab my ready packed messenger bag and throw my trainers on before leaving at 4:54am. I arrive at the Academy gates at 5:10am where the guards stand with armed pistols watching our every move.

Sure my life is strict and... Confined. But it's always been that way I'm used to living like this. I think every other girls here likes to believe their different from the rest, than me. But the truth is we're all the same. We're all just typical.

I haven't seen dad for about a month and five days now. Mom left unexpectedly when I was 3months old, and now I just train, train, train.

Today we have a new Physical Education 'Instructor', I don't know why because hiring a new teacher half way through the term/semester isn't exactly tradition. And I honestly can't say I hated the last instructor because I hate all the teachers here, it's the military, what do you expect?

Physical Ed is supposed to be 'a necessity' this year because this is the time when all teenagers develop properly and grow into your body type. To be completely honest I did that when I was like 11, I've just spent all this time working on my fitness.

I walk into my home room where people are sat on tables talking and laughing. I regain my usual seat at the back of the class, where I sit on my own now. My friend Roya moved to an American Academy last term.

I'm surprised everyone is talking, I mean I know it's early on a Monday but I have to doubt the new instructor will walk around that corner any second.

I sit with posture in my chair, my bag gently at my side waiting for everyone to skuttle to their seats at the sight of him.

As if on que the slightly muscley man stepped to the door way. I raised an eyebrow from not being able to see his features. Everyone jumped into their seats as if they would be hit if they didn't, which they probably would have.

The new Instructor walked in surprisingly not dressed in the academy uniform and as unaware as ever.

My mouth smirked at the fact he has the nerve to walk into this academy in casual clothes. Others were shocked, but I had quite the rebel label myself.

While everyone stared at him he introduced himself confidently to us.

"Hello Class, you do not need to know my name you will call me Sir, and yes I do know all the rules at this academy so--"

That's when I quickly rested my eyebrow, because he was staring right at me and seemed to pause for a second before looking away.

"So don't think you can play around with me!" He set his eyes on two boys at the front.

Yes, I smirked at the 'play around' speech, I have a dirty mind so...

"Oh, you think that's funny?" He joked while remaining serious. Shit. He's talking to me. I sat there and gulped before regaining my cool.

"Uh, what part? Because if you knew the rules, one, you would be wearing the ugly ass uniform that we're all wearing and yes I did smirk at the 'play around with me!' thing" I answered back with wit.

Everyone stared at me for a while, and he just smirked. That's when I realised he is actually quite handsome.

He had longish black curly hair and defined eyebrows. His lips a pale pink and perfect white teeth. His face was a handsome shape and his eyes were dark brown. . And they're gazing right into my soul, I'm not sure if it's a good stare or a bad stare.

"... ,Sir." He finished my sentence. I sighed irritably.

", Sir" I repeated.

"Since you think it's fine to use wit while speaking to me you can stay behind after class, and actually I'm about to change into my uniform because I've only now received it. You might as well join me as you find 'playing around' with people funny." He smirked but he was serious.

Wait... Is he flirting? Omg. What the fuck.

I sat there dry mouthed as he carried on with the class. People eventually stopped staring and rejoined the atmosphere of the class.