(Teacher/Student)
Meet Bella Santana. Her mom dead in a plane crash and a dad that was never talked about. After her mom died she moved out of New York to avoid look of pity. Moving to Florida she get a job as a stripper to pay the bills. All was we...
Waking up the next morning I got into the shower doing my normal routine.
When I got out I went to my closet to look for something to wear on the first day of school.
Deciding on a grey crop top and some army green cargo pant I lotions downed and slid my outfit on.
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Next I took my hair out of the bun letting it fall into its natural curl
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Then I slipped on my grey adidas grabbed my bag and left out the door since I don't need make up.
On my way to the car I texted my best friend Control to let him know I was on the way.
Pulling up to his drive way I honked the horn.
Once he was in the car I grinned a broad grin "I missed you best friend"
"I missed you too"
You see Control is on the football team so him and the rest of the athletes at our school had to go to a athlete summer camp.
"So how was it" I asked
"The activities were ok but the girls were way better. If you catch my drift" he said smirking
"Your disgusting" I said laughing as we pulled up to the school
"Bye best see you at lunch" I said getting out of the car walking to my first class which was Italian.
Walking in the class I sat down next to my friend Ashley
"Have you heard about the new teacher I heard he's hot" Ashley said as soon as I sat down
"No but I'm sure he's not that good looking" as soon as I said that somebody walked in that I never thought I'd see again, especially not at the school I got to and especially not as my teacher "Angelo Smith"
Oh shit, it was the man from the club. The one I couldn't get off my mind. He was my motherfucking Italian teacher.
It's a good thing im fluent in Italian
"buona classe mattina il mio nome è Angelo Smith, ma si può Mr. Smith. Sono I vostri tutte le cose insegnante di italiano." (good morning class my name is Angelo Smith but you can mr.smith. I am your all things italian teacher)
Most of the class responded with a "buona Mr.Smith mattina" (goodmorning mr.smith)
But me being me I had to but a little spice into it. Knowing this man saw me half naked just gave me an adreline rush "goodmorning Mr.Smith il mio nome è Belle Santana, ma puoi chiamarmi Bella e io sarò il vostro studente preferito" (good morning Mr. Smith my name is Belle Santana, but you can call me Bella and I will be your favorite student) I said with a smirk.
"Well Bella since you're so outspoken why don't you tell us something about yourself." He said, the way he spoke my name it just rolled off of his tongue.
"My name is Bella Santana im 18 I don't have a favorite color and my favorite flower is a Black Rose" when I said the last part I made sure to have a smirk on my face.
When I said Black Rose im pretty sure I saw something that looked like recognition flash through his eyes but before I could blink it was gone.
As the rest of the class went around and I just sat back.
When everybody was finished he went on to introduce his self.
