Fascination - JB

Mr. Bieber

June 17th, 2016

It's mid-day here at Webster Coast High. Day going longer than it should. I walked up to my locker when a girl ran up to her friend. "Did you hear about Mrs. Wilks?" That's my music teacher. Being being a nosey, busy body, I eavesdropped on the girls conversation. I mean, how could I not? They're right next to my locker. I continued to grab my note books for the next few classes, "she got into a really bad car accident on Saturday. There's a substitute teacher and girl, let me tell you, he's so fine, -" the school bell rang for first warning.

I closed my locker realizing I wasn't going to get any more gossip about the music substitute. Besides, there is no such thing as a 'fine' teacher. They're all old and have cranky wives or have so many cats that they smell like cat urine. Yeah, ew. Shout out to Ms. Brownstine. All the snobby stuck up students call her Ms. Brownstain. I feel bad for her. I feel worse for myself because she's always so grumpy that she takes it out on the students. I dread to go to her English class...

I stride my way to fifth period which happened to be my music class. I walk in and a rush of murmurs between the girls. The guys of course cluddered up, pouting because the girls stopped paying attention to them. Typical. I take my usual seat in the back corner of the room. I put my headphones in seeing as though the mystery music teacher hasn't arrived yet.

I started to tap my pencil to the beat of the music. I thought my humming was at a low volume. I looked up and there stood a handsome casually dressed man. A white T-shirt with a blue flannel covering over it, sleeves rolled up with all his tattoos on display, with dark jeans that fit in all the right places. His muscular arms crossed over his chest and an unamused shimmer in his eyes told me that he was speaking to me. I took the bud out of my ear. "I'm glad you can actually hear me now, please, for the third time, put your phone away," he directs.

I shrink in my seat in embarrassment. That was both intimidating anf, dare I say it, such a fucking turn on.

"As I was saying, I'm just going to explain the big project."

"Wait," I shoot my hand up and his hazel eyes met with mine confused ones, "what 'big project' are you talking about?" I asked. Snickers and little girl giggles filled the room.

He took a breath, "if you were listening to me earlier, you would know. Stay after class and I'll explain everything you missed when you were preoccupied with you eyes glued to your phone," he says sternly without breaking his hard stare from my, now, scared one.

I was the first to rip away from that eye contact. If I would have stared any longer, I probably would have involuntarily moaned. I swallowed the lump in my throat and licked my lips.

I sat during the rest of the class taking notes of what the project was.

"Now, I know some or maybe all of you have stage fright. You're all going to have to get over it. You can either do a duet or do a solo. Doesn't matter, as long as you have an original song ready by the end of the school year." He informs.

I take the note down, I am most definitely not working with any one. Everyone looked over to me and gave me a hopeful look almost saying 'please be my partner for this' kind of looks. The teacher looked over to me and I swear I saw a smirk play his lips. A pleased look crossed his face. Oh no, he's going to say something.

I look away and doodle on my note book to make it seem like I was busy. He's so hot it's so intimidating.

"Any questions before class is over?" He spoke up.

"Yes," he calls. "Um, is there a specific genre of music we should write?" Her bubbly voice asks. I roll my eyes.

"What ever you want," he answers.