A Teacher's Obsession || H.S || A.u

Chapter 1 part 1.

Freshmen Year

|Donatella Bambi Tomas |

I stare at the bandage around my right hand and wince at the sight of it. Jade and Dale kept blabbing on about how "cool it is to be in high school", for them their first day was going great, me not so much. I had to go to the office for my schedule since I wasn't here for organization day. Walking into mostly every class late 15 minutes late, embarrassing myself in front of everyone, being unable to write because of my taped up arm hurts to much. Plus I only had about two classes with my Jade and Dale . I was lucky that I made it till lunch.

"Are you going to finish that?" Dale asked pointing to my burger. I looked at it with sad eyes, not because I wanted, just because of how bad my day was going. Sighing I gave my dear friend my burger and took a bite of my 'garden salad' internally hating myself for being a good friend.

"Uh, I'm so stuffed. I here Don, take my pop-tart." Jade groaned slouching passing my her last pop-tart. Happily I took it take a large bite, before realizing it was the strawberry pop-tart. Strawberry pop-tarts or in my opinion, the worst, I was more into cinnamon pop-tart. But nonetheless I ate it.

"I really don't know why you get this kind Jade, it's just terrible. Cringe worthy. " I spoke taking another bite.

"Shut up, you're still eating it Don." Jade playfully glares at me, slapping my arm. I know it was meant to be playful, but it kind of hurt. I felt tears almost brim my eyes from my friends strength. But I pull myself together and let out a laugh. "Oh my stomach hurts, Dale rub my stomach."

"Dale would you please rub my stomach?" Dale corrected her making her glare at him.

"Dale rub my stomach now!"Jade demanded. Jade was a good friend, but also a very demanding on. She was raised not needing to say 'Please' or 'Thank you', were everything was a demand and not a polite question. Unlike her, Dale was raised to become a gentlemen, he spoke properly thinking slag was for 'lazy human beings thinking saying the word totally instead of totes would break their vocal cord ' .

Nevertheless he complied as always. I bite into my horrible pop-tart and look around the lunch room in boredom. My eyes immediately fixated themselves to a man wearing a white button up with black skinny jeans. He had curly brown hair and was a bit pale. He looked young so he must be a senior that dresses to impress, but the tattoos on his arm tells differently. No senior would have tattoos at a young age it's just stupid. But what was he? He looked to young to be a teacher or another staff member .

"Hey Jade, whose that?" I point towards him secretly not wanting to get caught. He was waving to a couple of the seniors sending them a smile. Now I could barely see all of his features but I could make out a hole on both cheeks. He had dimples.

"That's Mr.Styles. I have him for second period, and let me tell you he was it all. What a hunk. Look at those skinny jeans on his legs, that Donatella, is a man." Jade said starring at him biting her lip. Dale scoffed looking the other way glancing at his jeans.

"What? You never even asked me out, so your loss. I need a boo and you're too shy to be mine." She huffed glaring at Dale as his face flushed with embarrassment. I chuckled at their fight finding it cute. I turned my gaze back to the man I know as Mr. Styles. I was guessing he was around 22 or 23 fresh out of university but then again he seemed to know the seniors, juniors, and sophomore well, he was saying things like 'Nice to see you again.' so he couldn't be a new teacher.

I shift my attention away from the beauty meters away in onto the troubled couple in front of me. I sigh resting my head onto my arms listening to the bickering of my friend for the rest of lunch forgetting about the Pop-tart that tasted so horrible.