This Teacher I'm in Love With

Chapter Two: Trouble

''What the Hell were you thinking?!'' Jackson asks me.

''I'm sorry but I really have no idea what you're talking about.'' I say innocently.

''You know damn well what I'm talking about. And you're explaining it to me right now.'' He looks angry. I don't know why he's that angry. I mean, I just did the same as him.

''I do not have to explain anything and most certainly not to you. Now, please, tell me what the problem is.'' I say to him, trying to get him to tell me what I think I already know.

''The problem is that you are 16 years old. You were not even supposed to be there, let alone make out with some college guy or something in a corner against the wall!''

As realization comes over me I find out he's right. Maybe I was a little too reckless and perhaps I should've thought about that before.

''You're right, I'm sorry,'' I say ''But Tyler was just so amazing.'' I mumble under my breath.

''I heard that!'' He smiles, I do too, then he pulls me into a hug.

***

''So I heard the new English teacher is a real hottie. And, I mean, like, really hot.'' My best friend Julie says, looking up dreamily, with a smug smile on her face as we walk into the classroom.

I roll my eyes. ''Sure you did, Jules.'' I laugh when she she sends me a shocked glare. That girl's so boy obsessed.

We sit down on our seats when the teacher walks in. I can only see his back, but I can tell he's young... and hot.

He writes 'Mr. Hawthorne' on the chalkboard. I like that name. I smile, but then he turns around.

My breath gets stuck in my throat. ''Holy shit!'' I say, way too loud. All faces turn to me, and then Mr. Hawthorne looks at me ''What the-'' he keeps his mouth shut as he realizes everyone around him.

This is definitely the craziest moment of my life. There, right in front of me, is my new English teacher, Mr. Hawthorne, or, should I say, Tyler, the boy I made out with Saturday at the club.

Shit.

He looks at me. I look at him. I feel my face heat up as I look away.

How the hell am I going to survive this year?

After class, I hear Ty- Mr. Hawthorne say, ''Miss Campbell, can I speak to you for a moment?''

''Sure,'' I mumble as I walk over to him, my backpack hanging over one shoulder.

''How could this happen?'' He asks me. Is this my English teacher? Because he is most certainly not one of the smartest people I have ever met. How am I supposed to know?

''How am I supposed to know?'' I scowl.

''You were not even supposed to be there! People who get into clubs are of age, so I assumed you were too. Why would you do such thing?'' His angry voice disappears, he sounds nice now. Not like at the club the other night, but nice. Sweet, almost.

''My cousin Jackson dragged me to the club. He's the guy who... You know-'' I ramble.

''I get it, Violet.'' He says with a chuckle. God, I love that sound...

Stop it, Violet!

I feel my cheeks burn and look away. ''I, uhm... I have to go. I've got History next.''

''Of course,'' he smiles politely, but it looks forced. ''I wouldn't want to hold you back now would I?''

''No...'' I mutter as I watch him turn around. I stare at his back for a while. Damn, he's just too hot for his own good. I wonder what he would look like if he would-

''Are you going to go to your next class or are you just going to keep staring?'' I hear Mr. Hawthorne's voice, interrupting my thoughts.

My cheeks turn flaming red as I have trouble to talk. ''Yeah, I... Er, I just- I'm sorry. I have t-to go. S-sorry.'' I stutter, keeping my head down, suddenly very interested in the wooden floor.

And with that, I turn around and stalk away.

I'm so messed up.

A/N: you're welcome Ash.