Lots of Other Fish In the Sea...Not (St. Brighid High Series)

The Cougar, The Hottie, and The Shy Girl

Chapter 1:

"Are you lost, dear?"

Rochelle turned around, her flouncy black hair swinging in a ponytail. She smiled as she saw someone who looked like a teacher.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm new here, and I didn't know where to go." The woman smiled at her warmly.

"Oh! Oh, you must be the transfer student, Rochelle Elliott. I've heard many good things about you. I'm Mrs. Grasetta. I'm the principal here at St. Brighid." She hustled back into an office and returned a few seconds late. "Here, dear. This is your schedule." Rochelle grinned at her.

She just might like this school.

She walked the halls, looking curiously at her classrooms, the lockers, and the people. She felt eyes staring at her.

"Is she new?"

"She's so tiny."

"Damn, that's a nice body."

She rolled her eyes inwardly. Of course her figure was toned, she was a swimmer. But of course, being Rochelle, she just cast her eyes down.

"Hey, cutie. Wanna go have fun after school today? Or, better yet, wanna ditch?" She looked up at the speaker.

Holy mother of cheese.

Her big, round eyes roamed his body, from his ridiculously long legs, to his red v-neck t-shirt, and finally up to his chiseled face with sandy hair and green eyes.

And not to mention she looked like a midget standing next to him.

"Hello?" The guy snapped his fingers in front of her face, smirking. "Done checking me out?"

"Sorry," she managed to whisper, before rushing to her classroom, her face rivaling a tomato.

"Hey," he called. "You haven't given me an answer!"

She kept walking, not turning back.

"I'm Shane Grasetta, by the way."

Rochelle froze. This was the principal's son? Shaking her head, she shuffled her feet until she reached her home room.

"Oh, you must be the new student Principal Grasetta was talking about." A young blond teacher walked up to her. She looked like she was in her late twenties. "Here, the class is here, so come up to the front and introduce yourself when I'm done." Rochelle nodded, and the teacher looked satisfied. "Oh, and I'm Ms. Benesh." She suddenly grasped both of Rochelle's hands. "It's my first year at St. Brighid, so I guess we're both new, huh?" She smiled at Rochelle, who walked to an open seat and sat down, utterly confused by this perky teacher.

"Okay guys, my name is Ms. Benesh. I'm your home room teacher, and I'm new to teaching, so I might not be as used to this as other teachers, but give me a while to adjust, kay?" She grinned, and the corners of Rochelle's mouth turned up in a small, secret smile. "Do you have any questions about me? I'll answer them now." She winked at the right side of the room quickly, and, turning her head, Rochelle realized that the boys sat there.

Oh Lord. Her teacher was flirting with the students.

"...Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Will you go out with me?"

And they were shamelessly flirting back.

"Do you always wear mini-skirts of inappropriate length to school," Rochelle said softly.

"Hm? Roch, did you say something?"

Great, Rochelle thought, she had a pet name already. "No, Ms. Benesh." She smiled weakly.

"So, by the way, you guys have a new transfer student. Come on up." The room quieted as Rochelle stood up.

Breathe, Rochelle, breathe. She put on foot in front of the other, head down, all the way to the front of the class.

"M-my name is Rochelle Elliott, and I transferred here today." She spoke softly, barely audible enough for the room to hear her. The odd silence of her classmates was the only reason she was heard.

"Mmhm. Rochelle here transferred from New Jersey. Right?" Ms. Benesh looked at Rochelle, who nodded once shyly.

"Aren't you the one Shane hit on this morning?"

The class murmured.

Wow. News travels fast, she thought.

"If you take him up on his offer, be careful," one guy said mockingly, and he waggled his eyebrows.

"Yeah! Use protection," another yelled, and the class burst into laughter.

From the other side of the room, she felt the girls glaring at her. Tears pricking at her eyes from both embarrassment and fury, she sat back down in her seat.

Completely oblivious, Ms. Benesh continued. "Okay, role call. Amanda?"

"Here."

"Drew?"

"Sup."

"Jason?"

"Yeah."

"Tiffany."

"Yea."

"Shane."

Silence.

"Shane?"

"Uh, Ms. B?" A girl stood and got Ms. Benesh's attention. "That's Shane Grasetta. He never comes to class."

Uh-oh. Shane was in this home room?

"Oh. Okay," Ms. Benesh noted that on her book, and continued to call role.

Rochelle put her head on the table and sighed. It didn't feel like it was going to be a good year.

"Yo. Hey. Wow. Hot teacher this year." The class looked at the door, where none other than Shane Grasetta was leaning on the wall.

Rochelle groaned silently and turned away.

"Hey, it's shy girl." Shane sauntered over to Rochelle, who tried not to make eye contact.

"Ms. Benesh, help," she mouthed desperately to her teacher. She got the message, and winked.

"Shane baby, why don't you sit over here?" She grabbed his arm with a quick wrist flick, and sat him down to the farthest seat from Rochelle, flaunting her body to him without missing a beat.

As long as Shane didn't come near her, she thought, Ms. Benesh can wiggle her butt at him all she wanted.

 Guys, thank you so much for trying this story out. We really appreciate it. This is book one of a romace series, so you can keep an eye out for more after this one. We'd be so happy if you comment and vote! Thank you and much love! --Elle xoxo

Hey guys the first chapter is up. Hope you like it :) Once again it was written by Elle and edited by me, but next week it's my turn to write :). Since I'm obsessed with music each chapter is gonna have a song, hopefully. This week it's Bad Enough For You by All Time Low for Shane <3. ~Kell