Lana:
As I unlocked my beige locker I glanced over at Ivy, the popular girl. As usual she was being followed by a group of loyal wannabes as they all hung on to every word, like she was some sort of goddess.
"Did you have a nice weekend, Ivy?"
"I love your hair Ivy!"
"Omg Ivy, that dork is staring at you!"
I suddenly realised they were all looking at me. Harsh. Since when was I a dork? The last time I remember Ivy and I were alright to each other.
"Lay off Lana, she's ok."
Ivy's words reassured I me and I mouthed a quick thank you before hurrying off to my lesson. English. I loved English. It was one of my favourite lessons. I loved how people could create whole new worlds just by moving their wrist. I even liked my English teacher. He had a stout, round figure and was quite old. But he was kind and an amazing writer. Mr. Jefferson.
As I casually made my way to my table with Jazzy at the front of the classroom, right next to the window, the deputy head came rushing in looking flustered and shocked.
"Hello students. I'm afraid I have some sad and shocking news. Mr Jefferson was rushed to hospital last night because of a fatal heart attack. I'm upset to say that he has now moved on to a better place."
Mrs Cam finished her heartbreaking speech on the verge of tears. I myself couldn't help shedding a droplet of sadness. Brad the school jock and all around idiot raised his hand.
"Miss, does that mean he's teaching a different school now?"
Mrs Cams face suddenly hardened.
"Brad Peterson DETENTION for a week!"
Knowing he would have to tell the head this he slowly rose and left the room. Mrs Cam continued to say that there would be a new English teacher but I was to busy staring out the window. I was only awoken from my trance when all the girls gasped, including Jazz. "What?" I asked but I didn't need to be answered as my gaze followed hers. Emerald eyes and chocolate curls framed a chiselled jawline and a tall body. Mrs Cam even gapes at the sight of this handsome man, her mouth slightly open.
"Hello ma'am, I'm the new English teacher."
Mrs Cam ushered him into the classroom and showed him his desk. Jazz slowly turned and slowly released a wide grin on her tanned face.
"O M G" she said in a slow exaggerated manner. Paisley the school trash stood up and winked inappropriately at the new teacher. Mrs Cam shot her a furious glare but left it at that and scurried out the classroom. Although Ivy was the most popular, Paisley was the boy toy and had slept with most people in our year and some in the year below. The beautiful man stood up and slowly wrote is name in cursive on the whiteboard.
"Good morning class my name is Mr Styles or Harry as my friends like to call me. We will be continuing the work you did last half term on Shakespeare. More importantly Romeo and Juliet.
"I'll be your Juliet sir!" A annoying whine belonging to Paisley said. Mr Styles, rather than getting annoyed just smirked and showed of some adorable dimples. Wait what no you shouldn't be saying this he's your teacher for gods sake Lana! The class droned on as I just looked out the window. When the bell rang I was only too happy to leave and cry alone.
"Uh it's Lana right?" A deep husky voice rang in my ears as I slowly turned round to face him, tears already welling up in my eyes.
"Yes sir it is." I replied with a lump in my throat.
"Well Mr Jefferson said to ..."
The mention of his name just made me burst into tears. Great, now he thinks I'm a crybaby. But rather than getting awkward and continuing, I just felt two muscular hands wrap themselves round my waist.
"Shhh it's ok." He calmly said. I felt his warm breath on my dark hair as he said he was sorry and he would always be there to talk. After handing me some tissues and checking if I was ok I slowly wandered off, still thinking about his warm embrace.
A/N
Again this hasn't been checked and I hope you are enjoying! Baiiiiiiiiii!!
