Hot For Teacher... (BoyxBoy)

Chapter One- His Eyes Like Ice

Song to the side is Dumb by Nirvana ----------------------------->

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(Matthew)

I take one long look in the mirror, my medium brown hair to the bottom of my neck, skater swoop on my bangs and little black hoop snake bites in my lip. I have black skinny jeans on with a blue and black studded belt hung low around my hips. I pull my Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon T-shirt on with my black hoodie with the Misfits skull on the back and zip it up half way so you can still see the shirt and my blue Converse cause you can never go wrong with Converse on your first day to a new school. I hate moving... But we always have to do it when things get rough, this time it was dad, his drug debt got too big. That's why we never have any money, all of our money is cooked up in a spoon and flushed away through a syringe, or chopped up into little white lines on a mirror and snorted down the drain.

I grab my binder, feed my cat Ghost, and walk out the door. I walk down the street to where my new school is and pull up my sleeves, it's cloudy today but its warm. Both of my arms are lined with multiple bracelets of my favorite bands and things, they're there to cover what happens behind closed doors, yes I cut. I cut a lot actually, I like to burn myself too, I can't help it.. It's really the only thing that makes me feel better, the pretty red pooling out in little ruby droplets just lets me know I still actually have a pulse, so I know that this all isn't just one living nightmare... 

Well enough of the 'emotional' stuff it's bugging me. I find the main doors to the office and open them. The office is bland, plain white walls with a plain wooden desk in the middle for the secretary, she's a blonde. Pretty I guess if I wasn't gay, but the fake kind that wears a little too much makeup. She has on a white long sleeve dress shirt that the sleeves are rolled up and a black skirt that goes a little bit above the knee and she has black strappy heels on. Her hair is braided beautifully and even then it's down past her boobs, she looks unhappy. I walk up to her desk overflowing with paper work and say quietly, "um.. I'm Matthew Albin, I'm new and I uh don't quite know where to go.. And I like your hair." 

My last comment makes her smile and she says, "Oh hello Matthew, my name is Ms. Brittany, the principal's name is Mrs. Connely. Here is your schedule. Your first period is Poetry. You're allowed to go anywhere for lunch, you can leave campus if you want. You are allowed to wear rips in your jeans if you want, hats and hoods are accepted and all electronics are to be used in between classes if at all. Your first class is in the second hallway fourth door on the left, have a nice day." I nod and walk out the door, I just wanna get this over with, I hate being the fucking new kid all the time..

I put in my earphones blasting Dumb by Nirvana and pull my hood up, it helps people not notice me and I walk out the door to the half crowded hallway of kids doing the usual thing, talking, throwing things, seeing who's bullying who, who to avoid, stuff like that. I look at the clock, I have nine minutes till class starts, dammit. I walk and people watch when all of a sudden WHAM, I run into somebody and drop my binder on the ground along with the book This is Gonna Hurt by Nikki Sixx. I freeze, I really hope I didn't run into the wrong person and get the crap beat out of me, I'm bully bait I swear.. I slowly look up and relax when I see a teacher and not some pissed off football player. I see his face and all of a sudden get a little nervous, he's a very attractive man, pale blue eyes in almost no comparison to my dark blue/indigo ones, his are like ice, but not in a cold way, they look warm and inviting. He has a clear complexion and light skin, almost white like a vampire, his hair is jet black and natural, slightly curly but not too much to be unmanageable. It's to the lower middle of his neck but would be about to his shoulders if not past them if he straightened it. He's wearing the normal teacher get up with a light blue button up shirt that he unbuttoned the top two buttons revealing a silver yin-yang necklace hanging from a thin leather strap around his neck, and some black pants and he doesn't look like he could be older than twenty-six or so. I pull myself out the trance that his appearance gave me, pull my ear buds out and stutter out quietly out of my shyness, "Oh, u-um I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going..." I reach down to pick up my stuff but he does it for me, looks at my book and says while handing it to me, the first words I hear escape his lips are, "Great book, I've read it a few times, along with the Heroin Diaries. Oh I apologize, you must be new, what's your name?" His voice is soft, everything about him is enticing, he's really sexy but I couldn't go for him, plus he's my teacher, he wouldn't do that..

I gnaw at my lip ring and say quietly like everything I say, "Matthew, and thanks, it's one of my favorites..." I look down at the floor, I don't usually have conversations that last more than two sentences so I just expected him to just not talk to me, but instead he says, "I'm Mr.Kiedis, I'm the tenth grade math teacher." I look up at him and start chuckling, he raises one eyebrow at me and asks a question he obviously knows the answer to, "what's so funny?" I mimic his eyebrow raise and reply, "you have the same last name as Anthony Kiedis from the Red Hot Chili Peppers, one of my favorite bands. Oh and if you're going to be my math teacher, I'm most likely gonna fail every single test you ever give me, I suck at math worse than I suck at everything else.." I look at the clock and look down at the floor shyly, "I gotta go..." and run away I can't believe I just told some random teacher about the fact that I truly feel like I suck at everything I do.. He's probably going to refer me to the counselor and I'm gonna end up spilling about my dad or something... His drugs are getting out of hand again, I just hope things don't get too bad again.. I couldn't go to school for a week and a half because of the bruises. Dad gets violent when he's doing too much Cocaine and doesn't do enough Heroin to bring him down.

I find my way to my first class, Poetry, the teacher's name is Ms.Cerridewyn. I walk in the room a few minutes early to 1, get away from Mr.Kiedis cuz I made a fool of myself, and 2, cause I hope if I get here early she won't make me get in front of the class and introduce myself. I'm not good in front of people, they scare me, I'll get all stuttery and even more shy than I already am. I go up to her and she introduces herself and smiles a big, happy, genuine smile, I can tell she's gonna be a really cool teacher. I like writing too, I write in my journal, it's a black and white composition book and it's sitting in my binder right now. She taps a finger on her forehead and says, "hmmm, where should I sit you?.. Aha! Third row from the left, fourth seat down." I nod and say, "uh, thanks." I walk to my seat and awkwardly sit down, the room is decorated with dark purple painted walls, art, paintings, and poetry hung all over the walls from herself and her students. She has candles lit all over the room, filling it with a sweet scent resembling the insence that my old friend Raven used to burn in her room, giving off a very comforting aura. There are dim electric paper lanterns strung all over the ceiling, the roof has been covered with midnight blue paper and decorated with stars and all kinds of astrological symbols and constellations. I look at a corner of the room with a small bookshelf, pillows and blankets folded and stacked of all color, A blood red silk curtain was tied back to the wall with a golden ribbon so anyone reading in there could have some privacy if they wanted, to shut off the world. All of the tables on the side are covered in different colored cloths, black, blue, purple, red, anything. The room is amazing, undoubtedly the best classroom I've ever been in. I look at Ms.Cerridewyn, she really is pretty, aqua colored eyes a color between blue and green, long dark hair almost black tied up and dangling over her right shoulder stopping at her right breast. She has a white off the shoulder shirt on with libra scales on the front obviously telling me her zodiac sign and a black flowing skirt that stays on the floor as she walks, I can't tell what shoes she's wearing though. She has on a necklace that is a dark purple stone hanging down her chest with a matching ring and earrings.

Kids start coming into the room, all of them look like very odd characters, nobody is really 'normal' in here. After everybody files in and seats themselves, Ms.Cerridewyn stands in front of the class with a notebook in her hands with rings adorning each finger. She says to the class in a warm voice as she turns the big lights off to let the candles and lantern illuminate the room, "Good morning class, as some of you may see we have a new student his name is Matthew, make him feel at home and please be courteous. Since today is Wednesday we are going to start with sharing our poetry." I put my elbows on my desk and lean my head on them as I listen to her smooth voice as she reads a poem out out of her journal. Things here might not be as bad as I thought they would be...

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Hooray for the first chapter of Hot for Teacher! Sorry it's really boring so far but I need to get through all the unimportant shit though with I hope you like it!!