Miss Jackson

Chapter 1

A/n: a lot of you have been asking who the girl in the pictures is, her name is Ashleigh Brewer she's an Australian actress, she is Delilah. Most of the pictures I got are from her Instagram: _ashbrewer if you would like to look at more pictures.

I begin writing today's schedule on the board and then turn around and see her. I can't help but stare at her beauty.
Her beautiful brown curly hair flowing down across her chest, her big blue eyes, sparkling. She's wearing a black long sleeved shirt, skinny jeans, and some converse.
Her dimples poke out and her pearly white teeth show as she laughs at a joke her friend made. She takes a seat at her desk as I imagine kissing her full lips. I really should not be having these thoughts, me being her teacher and her being 17. She is graduating this year though which would make it okay...oh what am I thinking. She doesn't like me. She only sees me as a boring history teacher. I've been having these thoughts for the past 4 years, as she has taken one of my classes each year. I know I would sound like a pedophile if I told anyone about these thoughts because she was just 14 when I met her but there has always been something special about Delilah to me that really stands out.
Then a voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
"Can I go to the bathroom please?" A student in the back asks and I nod and continue with my thoughts. I look back at her lips as I imagine them saying my name
"Mr. Urie, Mr. Urie.." I am pulled out of my thoughts once again. "Mr. Urie, are we going to start the lesson?" Colleen asks.
"Oh yes..." I stand back. "Today we will begin taking notes over Pearl Harbor" I start the lesson while in the back of my mind I imagine what's it's like to kiss her.
After a while, I pause to let them write the notes and I watch her. As she aimlessly stares out the window with her mouth curved lightly over her pen, obviously distracted by her thoughts.
"Ms. Jackson" I call on her. "Care to take notes?" I question, not caring if she did or not, just to be able to talk to her.
"Sorry" she mumbled under her breath and I sigh.

After the lesson, all the students leave except her.
"D, come on. We're gonna miss the party" her friend, Ashley urges her.
"Hold on, I have to talk to Mr.Urie about my grade" she informs her friend and I smile knowing I'll be alone with her, if only for a few minutes. Ashley leaves the room and she walks up to me.
"Yes, Ms. Jackson?" I ask as she comes up to me.
"Could you call Delilah please?" she asks.
"Okay, Delilah... Is there something you need?" I raise my eyebrow at her.

Delilahs pov
I inch closer to him, my mind pondering kissing him. That's just crazy, he could never want to do that. I've had a crush on since freshman year, when I first saw him I thought he was the cutest teacher I had ever met and he still is.
"I have a question about my grade. It's at a C right now and I know you probably think I'm slacking off but it's because I've been trying to figure out what college I'm going to go to and it's got me distracted" I ramble. "Anyways...I was just curious if there was anything I could do to make my grade higher?"
"There is always something" he smiles that adorable smile he has at me.
"Great! What is it?"
"Well there's an extra credit paper you could do over the Great Depression...actually" he goes to his drawer and pulls out a piece of paper. "This is a whole list of extra credit assignments. Choose a couple and do them. Have them done by the end of the quarter and I'm sure your grade will go up" he explains with that damn smile, I smile back and bit my lip at how hot he is.

Brendon's Pov
She smiles back at me and then bites her lip and I fight the urge to kiss her because of the obvious reasons. I'm her teacher and she's underage and doesn't like me.
"Thanks again Mr. Urie," she says nervously and goes out the door. I watch her leave and then stare at the now empty space where she was. Why do I like a student so much? It's obscene, it's unheard of, it's taboo, anyone in their right mind would shut these feelings down but I'm only human and I can't help how to feel much like a homosexual can't help who they love even if someone shoots them down.
I put all my papers away so I can head home to do nothing as usual when I hear someone.
"Damn it!" I hear the voice shout as I'm almost out the door. I turn to see who it is...it's Delilah. I walk over to her to see what's wrong.
"Delilah? Is everything okay?" I question, placing my hand on her back in a comforting fashion.
"No...yes. It's fine. My friends left me and I don't have a ride to this par- study group" she explains.
"Oh," I say. "I could give you a ride to this....study group" saying it as if I didn't know she was going to a party. I'm not stupid and I heard Ashley talking about it earlier.
"No...Mr. Urie. I couldn't..." She shakes her head.
"It's no problem" I shrug.
"Are you sure?" She questions and I nod. She grabs her bag and follows me out to my car. Once I unlock the doors she steps in and I do too.
"Nice car" she compliments me.
"Thank you" I smile at her. She smiles back brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. For a moment I study her features, her smile, the curves in her lips, the flyaways in her hair and her big eyes. As I do this I realize she is staring right at me. I cough to break the awkward silence and turn to look out the window. She moves around uncomfortably buckling her seat.
"Could you umm...give me directions?" I ask her and she directs me where I need to go.
"So...what colleges have you been looking at?" I asked breaking the long silence after a few minutes.
"Oh you know, the ones impossible to get into. NYU, Harvard..." She jokes and I laugh.
"Those are pretty tough" I nod.
"I seriously have no idea what college I'm going to...if I could even get in" she shakes her head and looks at her fingers, playing with a rip in her jeans.
"You'll get into one, you're a smart girl and have a lot of potential" I inform her and I watch her blush. "And very pretty too," I say to watch her blush harder because it's adorable.
"Thank you, Mr. Urie, usually I have to go on a date to get these kinds of compliments" she laughs lightly and I do too.
"That's not what this is?" I joke and she laughs. I could spend all day doing this, joking and laughing and making her blush.
When the ride comes to an end, I find myself upset. It's not every day I get to sit in a car with a girl I've liked for 4 years.
"Thank you, Mr. Urie..." She smiles as she's about to leave the car.
"You're welcome...and call me Brendon," I tell her. Really? Am I that much of a dumbass, why do I say stupid shit?
"Seriously?" she scrunches her eyebrows.
"Yeah, why not. It's more casual. You'd only be calling me that for a few more months anyways." I shrug.
"Okay" she half-smirks. "Thank you...Brendon" she brushes her hair behind her ear again making me bite my lip. She exits the car and I watch as she walks up the steps and into the house. I drive off with a smile on my face.