He's my teacher. I'm his student. He's married. I'm seventeen. I shouldn't love him. But I do.
He's selfish; taking what he wants and calls it his.
She's helpless; clinging to a little bit of spine.
I'm writing this because I have the biggest crush ever on my teacher, so I can spill my feelings and hopes out here in a fanfiction. He's 38 and married unfortunately. He's not even my teacher anymore, he had switched to a different class in January and it broke my heart. Anyway, he sorta resembles Brendon Urie so that's how this came together. Thank you for reading.
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"That skirts too short, Miss Frangipane." Principal Lewis scolded me.
"Yeah well whatever. I don't get distracted by guys' legs, they shouldn't get distracted by mine. Tell them to not be such fucking pigs." I scowled and slumped in my seat.
I was getting another lecture from Principal Lewis on my clothes on this fine Thursday morning.
He raised an eyebrow. "Language Ashely." He said in a cautious tone. I rolled my eyes. "Of course, P-Lewis." I said while looked out the window. It was raining and I didn't have a ride home. My car was in the shop and there was no way I was talking the bus full of monkeys.
Then the bell rang and I quickly picked up my book bag.
"Gotta go, class time." I smiled sarcastically and batted my eyes. Lewis sighed and wrote me a pass. "Fine Miss Frangipane. But I don't want you in here again for this issue."
"Yeah yeah," I took the slip and waved him off. I walked out of his office and past the secretaries and into the crowded hall. I walked to class with my headphones in listening to Green Day all the way to my desk.
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It was finally the last hour of school. I had the hottest teacher in the world, Mr. Urie. Physics class. I hate physics more than my worst enemy, but Mr. Urie makes it better no matter what.
Mr. Urie stood in the hall greeting students as they walked in. I felt my face grow hot as I passed him.
"Hello Ashely." He smiled at me. "Hi Mr. Urie." I shyly responded and went to my table inside the room.
His classroom was set up in three super long rows with two people at each table facing the whiteboard at the front of the room. His desk was in the back corner facing the back row of tables where I sat.
Behind his desk was a door to a storage closet.A storage closet I had fantasized about Mr. Urie and I making out in. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I thought about our brief encounter in the hall. I felt stupid for being so nervous.
I took my seat in the back row. I was probably the seventh person away from Mr. Urie unfortunately. I sat next to my only friend in the class, Tyler Joseph. He's a huge nerd, but he helps me pass this class by letting me copy every paper Mr. Urie hands out.
