New interest

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Ned's hand delicately slips behind your head, holding a soft grip on your hair to deepen the kiss. As you find yourself lost in the sweet kiss, you sense him pull away. You open your eyes to his hand covering his mouth, he's looking at the ground with a mix of shock and fear of what he just done. You immediately frown upon his reaction and your heart drops for what will happen next. There was a moment of silence for what felt like hours. He then let out an audible sigh.

"We shouldn't have done this.." he says, looking down ashamed. "why? I thought you wanted this.. did you not like it? Were you just playing with my feelings? Are you just using me to get back at Mona because of your assumptions?" "No, y/n.. it's not like that, you're a sweet  innocent girl and I think you're really beautiful. This is just wrong, you're young and I'm married with 2 young boys" "You didn't seem to think or care about that before you decided to kiss me" "I wasn't thinking straight, I am tipsy y/n" he sighs, brushing his hair back with his hand. Without thinking you slap him. He looks at you surprised, holding his face.

"Get out!" You yell, tears streaming down your face. He frowns at your distraught state, he uses the toilet to help support him up. You throw your face into your hands and sob. "Im sorry, y/n" he says before closing the bathroom door behind him.

A week passes since the night of the dinner.

You walk downstairs with your new book in your hand, taking a seat on your favourite couch by front window that gives you an overview of the neighbourhood. "Sweet pea, you're going to school tomorrow right? You took a whole week off" your dad says, leaning against the door frame. You nod softly. He smiles at you then heads back into the dining room. Your gaze turns to the window, some moving trucks outside sparking your interest. Your broken out of your trance of curiosity by your mothers voice.

"New neighbours? We have to go greet them! Good thing I just baked a cookies!" She smiles. "Honey, we don't have time we're gonna be late to our restaurant reservation" your dad says. "Oh.. right.. y/n go take it over to them and introduce yourself!" your mother smiles, handing you a plate of cookies wrapped in plastic wrap. "do I have to..?" You say, frowning a little. "You have to! It'll help you get out of your shell more, they may even have a cute boy!" She giggles. "No boys!" Your dad yells. You roll your eyes and take the cookies then head across the street to the house.

You go to walk to the front door when you see someone in the corner of your eye, picking up a box in the moving truck. You observe all his features. he's wearing grey sweatpants and a black wife beater top that perfectly reveals all his back and arm muscles. You stand there in shock, practically drooling. He picks up a huge box, you notice how his muscles become more tense which gets you even more excited. He turns to you with a surprised expression not expecting to see someone, it quickly fades into a warm smile. "Hey sweetheart." He says. Your mouth slightly opens, a blush creeping on your cheeks. He gets off the truck and looks down at you, he's crazy tall, maybe 6'5. "Are those for me?" He asks, looking at the cookies in your hand. You nod shyly, unable to process words out of nervousness. "Follow me, I have to take these boxes in" he smiles, leading the way inside. You follow behind him, gripping on the plate anxiously. As you walk in you feel someone's gaze on you, you shake that thought and walk in. You stand there and observe the house. He places the box down and dusts his hands off, walking closer to you, practically towering over you. You look down, unable to meet his eyes. "I'm Gojo Satoru, what's your name?" He asks. "Y-y/n L/N." You stutter. "am I making you nervous?" He whispers loudly enough for you to hear.

"What is this I'm feeling? This guy is making me so nervous, he's so hot!"

You slowly hand him the cookies, unable to form any words. He takes the cookies from you and smirks, your body language answering his question. "thank you, I'll enjoy these cookies with you in mind." He places them on a table. Your heart races. "So, y/n.. that's a name I could get used to." He rubs his chin, smirking to himself. You feel like you're gonna lose balance, your mind starts to go blank. "Where do you live?" he asks, crossing his arms. You stare at his arm muscles then cough nervously "a-across the street." You twirl your hair shyly. "Lucky me. I'll make sure to see more of you." He winks. You blush like crazy. "I'm sorry to cut out conversation short, I'd love to keep talking to a pretty girl like yourself but i need to get these boxes inside" he sighs at the thought of carrying them all in. "O-okay." "See you." He waves. You wave softly then quickly make your way back home.

(Ned's pov, back 10 minutes ago)

I was talking out the trash to the rubbish bin out front when I see y/n talking to a man who looks like he's in his early 30's. I frown, quickly becoming angry at this scene. When she starts following him inside I feel a tinge of jealousy surge inside me. I harshly throw the rubbish into the bin and storm back inside.

"Who is that guy. And why was he so close to y/n."


(Back to normal pov, timeskip to the next day at school)

You walk into first period, your first class is English. You take a seat at the back and stare out the window, you start to get lost in your imagination. You think about gojo and the way he was so flirtatious with you. "Goodmorning class, my name is Mr satoru, or you can just call me sir. I'll be your new teacher since your previous teacher Mr griffin got into a fight with this huge yellow chicken and is now in jail." You raise your head at the familiar voice and turn your gaze to the front. You realise it's gojo from yesterday.

"Gojo?.. he's my.. teacher?"

You stare at him, your jaw dropped. You watch as he gazes at every individual student until his eyes met yours. He looks at you surprised, frozen in shock while every student turns to you confused.

"My new crush is my teacher."

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