I'm In Love With My Teacher

Here We Go Again

'Here we go again,' Brianna's thoughts are spoken out loud in class while she was writing notes. She was doing her usual in class, listening for important information when, again, her teacher had left out specific information. He always does it and it's irritating.

"Excuse me, Miss Comebat? What was that?" Mr. Somerhalder spoke up aware of her outburst.

Everyone turned to look at her. Her outbursts were frequent and Ian was getting annoyed by the last second. She was really pulling the last strand of hair left on his head. 

"Uhh...I was just saying that...not only do lawyers represent just people-" Brianna was cut off yet once again. This also happened frequently. He never allowed her to finish her sentences!

"Oh really now? And how would you know? Last time I checked I was the teacher here, unless you want to take over with the little knowledge you have? Whatever is not said will be said Ms. Comebat. Are we clear?" He smiles but it doesn't touch his eyes.

I lowered my head, cursed under my breath and rolled my eyes, "Crystal."

"Good, as I was saying, the law degrees are........."

Brianna had stopped listening. She couldn't stand it anymore. Her head was pounding with bright, colorful words, just for him. Who does he really think he is?

Brianna's P.O.V,

With the little knowledge I have, pssh. It appears I have alot more than he does with the way he teaches. Look at him. His black, copper hair. I hate black. Its a shade I abhor, totally. Then his bright, cherry lips. Everytime he speaks, they command. Oh, how I hate to be commanded. Everything about him upsets me and its time for me to leave before I create chaos. 

He's a little bitch. Cursing like he owns the place and me. Did I mention how narcissistic he is? He thinks he is pure perfection. Perfection my ass. Try pure worthlessness. Yeah, that suits him. He thinks he's in his little world of I- so- own- you. Well this is one girl you don't own, Somerhalder. And you will never own her.

END OF P.O.V.

As soon as class was finish Brianna headed to her apartment. Her head still fuming with words for the little bastard. She thought about him alot on her way home. Imagined she was his boss and she could order him around. The apartment was only a few blocks away, so she walked. What choice did she have? She didn't own a car and she didn't want one. She was fine with walking. It was good exercise.

On her way her phone went off. She had received an email.....from him. 

You have a 5000 words essay on the degree level: Juris Doctor. Due tomorrow. Have a nice evening.

Brianna's P.O.V,

How dare he! He hadn't even taught anything on degrees. Or had he? This was still wrong. That leaves us with less than 24 hours to construct a 5000 words essay! This man is pulling my strings. He always does this. Sends us email with homework. Little devil he is.

END OF POV

Brianna marched the whole way home. How bad could her day get? Not that she'd had some good days. If he was included, her day was definitely bad, no doubt. She spoke to soon. She had like 2 blocks left and without warning, the rain started to pour, hard. What was it today? What did she do? Absolutely nothing but yet still she was treated so cruelly. 

Brianna stopped short shocked in the rain. Why rush? She was gonna get soaked anyway. Her life wasn't full of possibilities like her friends. They were full of easy predictions and it has been that way since she got accepted to the University of Miami School of Law. Her first day was absolutely awful. His first remark when he had called her name for registration was "Are you suffering? You're looking a little bit out of shape." And she was suffering. But she just hadn't eaten any breakfast that morning. 

In the middle of her thoughts, a car horn was heard. She looked over but it was really hard to see who was calling because the rain was pouring so hard, causing a blur in her vision. 

"Come on, Bri. Get in!" Caitlyn's voice rang in her ears.

She was grateful. Somehow Caitlyn always had good timing. Brianna walked briskly across the road to the vehicle and hopped right in. Her day was finally clearing up.

"Motherfuck!" Brianna screeched. She spoke too soon. Something had burnt her behind.

"Holy shit," Caitlyn cried, "sorry Bri, I forgot I spilt hot chocolate on the seat."

Could her day get any worse? Nope because nothing more could top this amazing day off!