It is What It is | {L.T./A.I.} | on hold

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Psychology

-noun

1. the science of the mind or of mental states and processes.

2. the science of human and animal behavior.

3. the sum or characteristics of the mental states and processes of a person or class of persons, or of the mental states and processes involved in a field of activity

I still sat in the very front of psychology class, looking over the definition that ws written in white chalk again and again. A blonde haired boy took a seat next to me, but I didn't pay any attention to the new presence. If we did any kind of activity h would be my partner due to the paired tables you'd find in most science classes, he didn't look like a douche bag though so I was okay with everything.

I was excited for this class, everything was quite interesting, finding out the reasons people do what they do. Whether it's because of a troubled past or physical influences. There's so many reasons of why that one girl likes to sleep around, a reason why that one kid who's name you can't remember decides to read and stay quiet, a reason to the actions of people. And its just fasinating to me that a stranger can break down and analyze those actions to find the reason.

"Alright class, shut your acene covered faces," the teacher spoke up from behind his desk right in front of the big green chalk bored centered in the middle of the front wall of the class room.

He was younger than alot of teachers here, he looked to be in his thrities and was very attractive. He had short jet black hair that had been pushed back, making him look more professional. He had a very clean cut look to him, he was free of any facial stubble, and his dark hair and crystal blue eyes went more than well together.

He cleared his throat, pushing himself up from his desk. The class grew quiet as they took in his tall frame, he was very well built. He walked around in fornt of his desk and girls started straightening there posture in their seats. I laughed to myself at their idiocy, a teacher would, or at least should, never have that kind of relationship with a student, plus he looks like he'd be hooking up with Kate Upton, not a girl in highschool...or boy if he swings that way.

He wore a navy blue button up and dark jeans, a leather jacket hung on the back of his chair. Mr. Jones took a seat on his desk, facing the class.

The whole class was quiet, Mr. Jones was smirking, taking in the whole class. His eyes lingered in the back and my mind couldn't help, but think he was looking at Louis. His crystal blue eyes finally found mine, but I was just confused as to what he was doing, his eyes going from Louis to me...

"Ok then, I am Alex Jones. You will not call me Mr. Jones, that was my father and it feels weird everytime I hear it. I will not respond to you. I'd like to go by Mr. Alex, if any of you seem to just wanted to call me Alex...we'll have a problem," announced my teacher. I think he was already my favorite. He seemed more than comfortable being sassy and bossy up there on his desk like he owns the place. It reminded me of my own mother.

"I am a new teacher here in Ball Highschool, but don't think you can get away with things. I've teached highschool since I graduated, I used to be one, I know how things work. Now I don't care about cell phones or anything, but if I'm talking they better be away and you attention on me. Um...I think thats all the rules I got for now, besides the common sense some of you don't have. Oh! I swear on my life I will bash everyone's face in if I see gum under the desk. I check every class period and will bring in the whole class for detention if someone doesn't fess up. Its disgusting" he said in a playful way that was still noted in everyone's mind on what not-to-do. Small snickers filled the room.