It Started With A Kiss [Teacher/Student Relationship]

It Started With A Kiss - Chapter 4

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Me, Joe and Shaii parted ways as we were going to different classes. I looked for room 222, and as usual I found it right before the bell rang. It was located at the end of the hallway in the second floor.

As I entered the classroom, I gasped. Sharmaine wasn't kidding, Mr. Fuller was really, I mean really hot and handsome. He was wearing black jeans and a plain white t-shirt, just like Adam Levine. He has a black hair, and the shape of his face was somehow oval. He has a scar behind his delicious lips, but other than that, he was perfect, beyond perfect.

I continued checking him out until I heard someone cleared their throat.

"It's not polite to stare Ms.?"

Was he talking to me? Was he seriously talking to me? I continued staring at him, as I couldn't even open my mouth to respond.

"Its Ms. Moore, sir!" Some guy screamed across the room.

Mr. Fuller nodded, and walked towards me. What is he doing? Is this appropriate? Scared, I started walking backwards until I reached a hard wooden door.

"Ms. Moore, are you a fan of DWade?" Wait what? Oh yeah, my t-shirt.

I nodded, waiting for his response.

"You do know that DWade sucks right?" Mr. Fuller said smirking to himself.

Oh hell no!

"Excuse me?"

"Well he is old, and he continuously get more than five turnovers each game."

Okay, so this man was seriously pissing me off!

He looked at me straight in the eyes, and I could see the smirk hiding across his face. I crossed my arms, not caring if any of my classmates would hear what I'm about to say. "and your point is, Mr. Fuller?"

I could hear every single one of them gasped beside me, and I could literally see them staring at me and Mr. Fuller.

"Oh my god, Daphne talked back!"

"She never did that before"

"What a two-faced"

"She's just trying to get his attention"

I rolled my eyes as they continued whispering about me. Mostly were against me, some just proving the point about me defending Dwyane Wade.

I stood there, tapping my foot impatiently, waiting for Mr. Fuller to respond back.

"My point is, you're a senior Ms. Moore. You should focus on your studies, not some prick who has no idea you existed."

I gasped in shock, my eyes were widen. Tears were starting to come out to my face. Ugh I hate being so sensitive!

But I gained in control, and wiped away the first and last tear that came off of my eyes, hoping nobody would see. I hope nobody did.

I forced a smile on Mr. Fuller, and I could see the guilt in his eyes.

I don't care.

I smiled again, and started walking towards the only vacant seat up to the front row in the middle. I sigh before sitting down, ignoring Mr. Fuller's gaze.

A football player cleared his throat, trying to end the awkward silence that surrounded the whole room.

"Yes, uhh I'm Mr. Fuller and I will be teaching AP English for the rest of the school year. Since I'm new here, and obviously you're all new to me, too. So---"

"Let's get to know one another." Jane, a sluttly, slutty whore, interrupted Mr. Fuller.

I rolled my eyes as I glanced back at Mr. Fuller, who was already staring at me. A slight blush came across my face, and I quickly bowed my head down, hoping he wouldn't notice. No, I'm supposed to be mad at him, he insulted my Dwyane! and me!

His words never left my head. 'Who has no idea you existed' . I shook my head, trying to keep those words out of my mind, but failed.

It did hurt me a lot. It got in me a lot. Why do I feel this way? Surely I------

"Daphne?"

"Huh?" I said completely lost.

Oh right, I was day dreaming, i looked behind my seat to see who interrupted my thoughts. Ahh it was Jason Heid. He was wearing his usual khaki pants and a muscular black t-shirt.

He has a blonde hair like Joe, and he always had a crush on me since junior year. I found it really cute.

I smirked. "Yes?"

"Its your turn to ask questions."

Confused, I looked up front and saw Mr. Fuller grinning at me widely. "Questions?"

Jason nodded. "We're all taking turns to ask him some questions. And when he's done answering it, then he'll ask us a question in return."

I nodded and smiled wickedly.

I know I'll regret this later, but who cares? He embarassed me first anyway!

i stood up, slowly fixing my skirt, keeping an eye on Mr. Fuller, who gulped nervously. He was staring at my legs, and I could see lust in his eyes. Haa, I guess it worked.

I breathed heavily, and asked, "Mr. Fuller, why are you acting like a total dick?"