Drama teachers are drama (J.F)

Chapter 1

The sun blinded the small blonde girl who had just awaken from a deep sleep.
The first thing she saw was her name plastered on the wall.

Summer.

Summer stood up slowly and walked around her room. Chanting different types of encouraging words to herself.
For today, she had a big math test.
"It's just a test, come on you got this. I got this, -we got this" she said to herself in the mirror.

She groaned and looked away. Not wanting to stare at herself for to long.

She walked into the bathroom, washing her face, brushing her teeth, and hair. After she was finished she came back to her room and found a blue spaghetti stap shirt with black jeans and a black zip up sweater. She looked into the mirror once again.

Summer never was the prettiest. Nor was she the smartest.
She groaned as she noticed the dark circles under her eyes. She had acne on her fore head. But it was easily covered with her side bangs. Her chest wasn't big at all. And her butt was just normal.

After applying some eye liner under her eyes and some mascara on her lashes; she faked a big smile and walked out of her room downstairs. Where her mother was sitting down on a stool in the kitchen drinking cofee. And maybe something extra.

Summer rolled her eyes as she spoke with a small voice. "Good morning mom"

"Morning"

Jessica looked up at summer and smiled widely.
"Hun, we'd better get going."

Summer sighed to herself. She just wants me out of the dam house, am I really That much trouble?

Jessica drove her daughter to school, giving her a hug before she got out of the car.

"Have a nice day!"

"Thanks mom" summer said lowley. She knew she wouldnt.

"I know I will" her mother said the last part quietly and drove off. Leaving summer to look at the autumn trees, and feel the brisk wind as it swished her hair around.

♡Summers P.O.V♡

I sighed again, I feel like I tend to sigh a lot. I turned on my heal and walked into Johnson high.
I was greeted by the principal who was speaking to the ganitor.

"Good morning, Wilds"

I smiled at him and nodded my head at Mr. Hood.

What a name eh? Summer wilds.

It's a fucking terrible name.

I don't know why I got teased for being named summer, fucking immature pricks. That's what they are.

Yeah I swear, but I don't outside my head. Unless I want to be yelled at.

Whatever though.

I try my best to make it to my locker without throwing up.
First period and I have a big math test.

Who likes math? I hate it. And I understand most people "like doing it " and that's cause they understand it.
And when most of us try to ask for help ; on whatever the fuck we are learning. We get laughed at. I'm sorry I'm not as smart as the other kids okay? It's not entirely my fault.
We are mostly in just this one big screen, a TV screen.
We have our scripts, and we are told to do what is written. So the people watching will be impressed. But we don't ever get to write our own scripts do we? They flip through the channels, and we are here. Doing what is being told to do.

I shake my head.
After I placed my backpack in my locker I grabbed my pencil and calculator and phone.
I shut my locker and turned around, everyone was already getting to class. I jogged around the corner and looked down at my phone, it's 8:09. Darn I'm gonna be late.
I looked up and bang!

I felt two strong hands grip my arms, helping me with my balance.
I met the eyes of the person and almost shit.

"I'm s-sory Mr, Franco"

I cursed at myself for stuttering.
He looked down at me with his beautiful brown eyes.
Jesus summer, cut it out, he's your drama teacher.

"It's okay summer. In a hurry?" He smiled, which made me smile back.

"Um, yes actually. I have a math test I should be getting to... so i-ill see you?" I bit my bottom lip and he nodded.

"See you in class, and I'd be more careful Mrs. Wilds" he winked and walked around me.

What was that? That. was awkward.

The day went by, and I had only one period left till departure. Drama.

I actually enjoy drama.

Who am I kidding, I only like it because Mr. Franco teaches it.

I've always been attracted to him. I mean who isnt? He's perfection at its finest. He's also to old for me.

Why would he go after a young girl like you?
I don't know. Shut up.

I walked into the auditorium to see everyone seated in the seats near the front.

I sat down near some kid with long hair, he always wore black skinny jeans. And he smelt like mint.

Harry? I think that's his name.

Harry looked at me with his green eyes.

"Hi"

I instantly felt as if my heart had catched on fire.
He never talks to me! This is like the first time and I'm sitting here dazed.

"H-hi" I smiled slightly and he had a big grin on his face.

"Alright class! today we are gonna do something a little different-" mr. Franco spoke and I wasn't even trying to pay attention. I just kept looking at Harry. He's in grade 12B. Why is he in grade 10 drama ?
And why are his jeans so tight?
I wonder if his dick can breath!

"Summer. - summer?"

My eyes met mr. Franco's eyes as he gave me a questionable and disappointed look.

"Sorry mr. Franco.." I sunk in my seat and he continued saying whatever he was saying.

The class was boring, we just read the book Caesar. Acting out each line.
I partnered up with a red head named madison.
She just sat there and talked about cats.

I caught mr. Franco's eyes on me a couple times.
I really hope he isn't that mad at me.
I didn't mean to purposely ignore him while he spoke to us.
I was just thinking about harry.

Ahhh... harry.

He's got that hot dangerous vibe.

Class was about to end. Everyone got their books and binders.
Harry looked up at me through his curly long mess of beautiful brown hair.

He just smiled. That's it.

"Summer, could you stay back please?"
I heard mr. Franco ask.

No

"Yeah okay,"