Late For French - (Fransykes)

Chapter 1

A/N: ^The image above is edited by me, wanted you all to get a rough idea of Oli in school uniform and this is exactly it. Just minus the neck and chest tattoos because he wouldn't have them at 16 (he will have a couple in the story tho) Also, I imagined his hair to be a little longer too but photoshop and I had a little disagreement lol

Also, this story is set in the UK and I wanted to quickly explain how school years work over here if you're unsure. Ok so Oli is in his last year of secondary school which is year 11, the age group is 15 -16. Basically secondary school starts from age 11 (year 7 11-12, year 8 12-13, year 9 13-14, year 10 14-15 and year 11 15-16)

This story may or may not become a mpreg, depends how it goes :P

Hope you enjoy x

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Oliver's POV

I was late.

It's the start of the school year and I'm going into my final year and I guess it wasn't a good look to stroll in late, not that I cared to be honest. I was always late that wasn't something new to me or to the teachers. I was sixteen and now in year 11 and I've already missed the first two days because I was sick.

Annoyingly, my neighbour and best friend Lynn picked up my time table for me so I knew what classes I had today. I had French first thing and by the time I walked through the school corridors the halls were like a ghost town. The bell had already run for classes which were now in full swing so I decided to take my time walking to class. I was already late, no point in rushing to it now.

I eventually found the classroom which was on the second floor and at the very end of the hall. I didn't even bother knocking or looking through the class window, I just waltz right in and saw Lynn sitting at the back of the room and chose to sit down next to her.

I took my headphones out of my ears and tucked my ipod into my blazer pocket before glancing up and finding everybody staring at me.

"What?" I ask bluntly.

This then made my class mates turn back around in their seats and get on with whatever they were doing before I walked in. I noticed the teacher approaching my table, a teacher I didn't recognise I may add. I rolled my eyes preparing for the lecture coming my way.

I forgot Lynn mentioned there was a new French teacher this year and that he was kinda hot to. That he was, I couldn't deny him that not that I'll ever give him the satisfaction of it though.

He was rather tall with brown pushed up ruffled hair, with quite abit of facial hair and was casually dressed. Yes, he was very attractive indeed and young too.

"Oliver Sykes is it?" he asks when he reaches my table.

"Oli." I corrected him.

"You're over twenty minutes late for my class."

"So what." I shrugged.

"Care to explain to me why?"