Heart Beat

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A/N:
Hello lovely readers, I know I said I wouldn't update this story till I've finished mbfbf but I could't help it. So enjoy the first chapter!
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Love Lou

Mondays,

For most people the most dreadful day of the week. For me? I wake up excited to go to Mr. Anderson's class.

Oh yes, the teachers know about my reputation too.

The guidance counselor tried to find the reason behind it by therapy sessions.

Ha, dumb bitch to think I'd just tell her that easily.

She wrote down; 'reason unknown' after a few months of tugging and pushing my so called 'buttons'.

I didn't budge, no one will know and I'm gonna keep it that way, can't risk a stupid counselor to blab all my secrets out to the entire school.

Anyway back to Mr. Anderson, he's the definition of 'the hot teacher'.

Dark blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, pearly whites.

I knew from day one that he'd be big and boy was I right. Not bigger than Ryan but big enough.
With Mr.Anderson it's different, more exciting I guess. The chance of being caught every single time, the risk that students will hear us if they walk by the classroom. He could loose his job but that's not my problem, as long as he's willing I'm not complaining.

Today is no different.

....

'Hello Mr.Anderson.' I cheer as I walk past his desk over to my chair in the front of the classroom.

He looks back at me from the board "hey Alex." His voice is cold.

What the fuck? Have I done something wrong? Shit, did they find out? Is he getting fired?

Multiple thoughts run through my mind as I take a seat and put my books on the table. Other students are coming in and taking their seats around me.

"Hey Alex!" His obnoxious voice pains my ears.

'Hi Connor.' I look to my side where the class nerd sits down.

"How was your weekend?"

'Fine.' I sigh 'how was yours?' Not that I really wanna know.

"So cool, I went to this convention where all the mathlethes came together and we had to solve these really hard math problems. It was really difficult, even for me but I think..."

I completely zone out
Does he not see that I don't give a crap?! God his voice is so annoying like can you stop talking? I'm not even following what he's saying, it's just his mouth moving and word vommit coming out. And then the way he lifts his glasses up his nose with one finger every time it slips off, or the way his dark curls frame his face horribly.