Not Any of These Things

Intro Maestro!

Heyo! Just so you know only the cover is Korean not the contents. (I love exo but can never remember their names). Well here we go! Oh yeah a note everything is unedited. Sooooooo enjoy!

Early in the freakin' morning:

The strong morning wind feels good on my face as I breath in the scent of rain and a couple of sweaty teenagers jogging. Er wait is that-*sniff*-ok not me.

Trudging to my classroom I yawned a bit too loud as I entered the door.

"Is my class that boring that you'd have to yawn before you come in?" Smiling at the comment I turned to face a pair of round spectacles. His silky raven black hair was a mess while his orbs of brown amber stared at me intently. Standing up suddenly he strode over to me making my heart skip. Okay before any of you start thinking wrong I have something to clear with you.

I am currently a senior who just turned 18 (legal age to marry just saying) last week. And the hunk I was talking about is my Homeroom/English teacher who happens to be my childhood friend and is 25, Larke Stefan.

I know what's going through your minds. Why is a 25 year old like him teaching a bunch of crazy hormonal teenagers?

Well if you keep reading I guess you'll eventually find out and how we both finally fall in lo-

"Corinth! Wake up before I give you a teachers assistant slip again!"

My eyes widened as I shook my head violently stuttering out, "I-I'm awake!" A sudden image of the overly-buffed out Coach Anders flashed in my mind the last time I was given a slip. All those demonstrations about exercising and running made me shudder at the horrible memory.

I couldn't sit or walk right for a whole week.

"Good. I need you to give these papers to Mrs. Alice."

Nodding my head I grabbed the bunches of papers he held out to me. "You owe me pudding though," I said already walking out. Clutching the papers close to my chest I couldn't help but smile.

Once I was on the second floor I could hear loud Indian music coming from a single classroom. Again? Walking in I saw Mrs. Alice dancing in traditional Indian clothing. Or should I say trying to dance.

Stifling my giggles who threatened to explode I shakily waved to her.

"Oh! Good Morning Corinth! So your rascal of a teacher was too lazy to give the papers himself again?" Slowly she walked towards me, but kept on dancing. Now she looked like a penguin doing the chicken dance.

This.
Is.
Too.
Much.

"Ahahahahahahahaha!" I laughed loud and hard while Mrs. Alice looked completely bewildered. Wiping the tears from my eyes I waved bye before my stomach would rip itself apart. She's a sweet old lady but her strange taste for cultural dancing every other week will be the death of me.

Dashing down the stairs I entered my classroom again, Room A102, only to find no one inside. He must've left the door open for me.

Sitting down on my seat I yawned and felt my eye-lids become heavy from the soft motor sound of the aircon.

Well it is freakin' early in the morning and I barely get any sleep because I play love live- er I mean I have a sleeping problem.

Soon enough my mind turned off and I was dreaming.

A humongous tree came into view covered completely in strange snowy white flowers. Walking towards the tree I sniffed the flowers that drooped down the tree. They smelled like chocolate. "Corinth." Shocked I looked for where the source of the voice was from. It was Larke sitting on one of the tree branches.

Suddenly he jumped down and pulled me into a hug. Sleeping mind overload. "Wh-What is it?!" I yelped but I didn't hear my voice. Chuckling he pushed me off a bit and looked at me with a weird face.

"I love you."

Sorry if it seems slowish and a bit draggy I'll try not to make it sound too boring.