The Irish Teacher ( Colifer story ) #wattys2016

Mr O'Donoghue

          'Jennifer Marie Morrison
                       Age: 17
              StoryBrooke High
         Teacher: Mr O'Donoghue'

I read aloud, running my hand over my smoothly backed history book. I'm quite impressed with how neat my handwriting is, spend 6 weeks of school and you forget how to write.

Running brisk-fully through the double swinging doors still looking at my book
*smack*
'Omg sorry I wasn't-'
'It's ok-'
'Looking where I was going-'
'Neither was I.'
I stop moving. Slowly standing up and looking into the ocean blue eyes staring right back at me. Suddenly, I'm finding it hard to speak.
He's so attractive, his hair swept gracefully to one side, the thin beard outlining his Angel carved face and the eyes, the glistening eyes captivating my presence. He slowly bends down picking up my book, every movement he makes, makes it harder to breathe.
'Jennifer Marie Morrison.' It's now I notice the accent, the fucking accent. I feel weak at the knees. Irish, a thick Irish accent making him ten times hotter.
Is it possible to be that hot?
I blankly stare at him, lost in his eyes. He must be a new student, o boy do I hope he's in my class.
'I believe this belongs to you.'
I blush, awkwardly trying to cover it by grabbing my book.
'You do talk right?'
His accent isn't helping me.
'Yes, I'm just late to a class. Mr O'donoghue's class, you don't know where that is by any chance?'
My word spill from my mouth in a rambled mess, he smiles. Great, he smiles too. Perfect white teeth shining bright. I breathe heavily, having a crisis right now. No one and I repeat no one should be aloud to be this hot!
'As a matter of fact I'm going that way.'
I smile, wait to obvious back up. I tone it down to a smirk, I have to play this one cool.
'So you're in my history?'
He begins walking up the corridor, I instinctively follow him.
'Well I should be seen as I'm teaching it.'
My heart stops, oh shit... I've just been crushing on my teacher, this is bad... Really bad.
'Oh my god..' I mutter.
'You ok?' He stops, placing a hand on my arm, I swallow..
'Yes.. So you're Mr O'Donoghue?' I stutter.
'I am indeed, so as your teacher'
I suddenly feel really sick, o this is so bad.
'I'd like you to explain why you're late?'
'I. I was... It, I.'
'It's ok, I was late too. So maybe it could be our secret.'
He whispers. My heart still struggling to beat. I nod trying to regain any sense of normal behaviour. My mind is screaming at me whilst I'm still looking at him and thinking 'hot hot hot'
Jennifer stop, no he's your teacher. What are you doing!!
'After you.'
He stands aside the door holding it open for me, I snap out of my freaked state of near hyperventilation and dart into the room throwing myself down on the furthest chair in the room.
Rapidly burying my head into my folded arms contemplating life.
I'm an idiot, well done Jen. Congrats on the award for the biggest moron.
I internally scream.
'Mr O'Donoghue'
Even him stating is own name is sexy, my life is over. It's ruined. He's ruined my life. That's it, I'm changing schools..
'I'll be your new teacher for the year.'
I roll my eyes smacking my head on the desk. I'm so stupid! I should of known he was too attractive to be a student.. I also should of notice how much older he looked than that of a student. Ugh.
'Let's start by getting to know each other, now I've already met miss Morrison.'
I shoot my head up, he smiles. Yet again a internally scream and cry...
He begins going round the class getting everyone to say their name and a fact about themselves. He stops in front of my desk. Leaning on it, I'm still struggling to breathe and quite frankly I'm not ok.
'Miss Morrison, how about a fact?'
He smirks, I look away from him at all the staring eyes. I look away from them and out the window at the grass.
'Jennifer, I'm sure you have something you can say?' He's taking the piss and winding my up, brilliant all I need to add to his super attractiveness, humour too.
'I want a tattoo of a flower on my wrist' I smile.
'That's cute'
Cute. Did he just call me cute? Jen what are you doing! He's a teacher, you are his student... Behave. He slowly moves away from my desk running his hand along it and moving on to the person beside me.
I heavily sigh, what a mess.. Me I'm a mess. My life is a mess.

40 minutes later
'Ok class, that's the end of our first lesson'
Everyone begins getting to their feet clashing chair legs with tables making a racket over his voice.
'It was lovely to meet you all, you can go.'
Like a swarm of wasps they dash for the door. I slowly follow behind grabbing my books.
'Ah Jennifer can I talk to you.'
Mr O'Donoghue beautiful calls my name. My heart thumping rapidly. I smile and walk towards him.
It's just me and him in the room right now, I see myself imagining the worst things... Maybe not bad things but certainly illegal things..
What am i doing?
'So..'
We both look at each other, holding a stare. His eyes beautiful in every light. I'm waiting for his words to fall gracefully from his mouth, in which they do not.
*A few short moments later*
'Im sorry, I complete forgot what I wanted to say.' He smirks, I feel my cheeks going red. I laugh it off.
'See you tomorrow.'
I nod and run out the room. Stopping against the wall.
Oh god this is so wrong,
Very, very wrong..
I think I have a crush on my teacher!!