corruption

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Lacie's Pov:

I stand in the corner of our usual meeting spot, the chill of an October morning hurting my fingers. I spot Nina approaching, her bright smile cutting through the early fog. "Neenarrrr" I call out, waving her over.

"Lacieeeee" she replied, her voice cheerful despite the early hour. We fell into step together, our shoes crunching on the gravel pathway on the way to school.

"Oh my god have you heard we're getting a new teacher" I asked, glancing at her.

Nina's eyes lit up. "Yeah bro i heard he's like really careless and odd."

"I mean fair enough, i hope he's fit." I told her, "I guess we'll find out soon."

As i walked, the school came into view, its familiar brick facade looming ahead.

We walked through the hallways of our school, dodging groups of students and the occasional teacher. The bell rings just as we get to the classroom, signalising the start of first period. "Here we go," I say to Nina, sighing as i don't really wanna be here.

We found our seats and settled in, chatting about our expectations for our new teacher. The room buzzing with anticipation, everyone curious about who will be infront of us everyday.

Suddenly, the door swung open, in walks the most beautiful man i've ever seen in my life. He was tall, with dark hair and striking eyes that pierce right through you. My heart skips a beat. I glanced at Nina, who raised an eyebrow at me knowingly.

"What's up class, good morning" His voice smooth and commanding, walking in as he goes towards his desk with the chalk board behind, putting his stuff down and picking up white chalk. "I'm Mr. Healy and i'll be your English teacher this year." He says while writing the words 'Mr. Healy' at the top corner of the board, the bottom hem of his shirt lifting as his arm is up in the air revealing the lower right side of his back.

I try to focus on his words but i couldn't help but be distracted by how attractive he is. This year is going to be interesting.

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Matty Healy's Pov:

I pushed open the door of the classroom, my footsteps echoing the silent room. The students' eyes turn toward me, a mix of curiosity and boredom. "What's up class, good morning," I begin, forcing a smile. "I'm Mr. Healy and i'll be your English teacher this year." i say writing my name on the board.

I scanned the room, taking in the faces of my new students. This job was just a means to an end, a way to pay the bills. I wasn't here out of a passion or dedication; I was here because it was a pay check.

As i continued my introduction, my gaze landed on a girl sitting near the back corner of the room. She had an air of quiet confidence, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that caught me off guard. Her name, what's her name? I needa know. There was something about this small girl that was... appealing. I like the concept of her.

I quickly sifted my attention back to the rest of the class, mentally preparing myself for the year ahead. This was going to be a long haul, but at least there was a few interesting faces to keep things from getting too monotonous.

"How about we start with names? Starting with you at the back." I point at the girl, i see her look at the other black haired girl next to her and then back at me, "I'm Lacie."

Lacie.

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