Mr. Sangster

Substitute?

Monday morning. Ugh.

You had English first thing, and your teacher, Mrs. Simons, was probably the worst in your school. You trudged into school ten minutes late and dragged your feet along the hall until you reached your class. Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself before you opened the door.

You were not expecting what you saw. A young, extremely attractive man was glaring at you. His brows were furrowed into a frown as he watched you walk into the room. He stood at the front of the classroom with his arms crossed - a substitute? - you looked up at him guiltily.

"Do you mind telling me why you're so late, Miss?" he asked you, his voice stern but sweet.
You opened your mouth to speak but closed it again, shrugging slightly as you bit your lip. You usually had a million excuses lined up when you were late, but your mind went blank when you looked into his chocolate brown eyes.
He raised a brow, "What's your name?"
"Y/n," you said, barely above a whisper.

He sent you to your seat after giving you a detention. You quickly went to sit down, slipping into your chair as the new teacher spoke.
"Well, I think i might need to introduce myself again," he started, eyes stopping on you for a second as he looked around the class before he turned to write his name on the board. "My name is Mr. Sangster, and I'm replacing Mrs. Simons as your English teacher. If anybody has any questions, please feel free to ask me - though please note that I don't know where she is."

You couldn't help but notice how soft his voice was now he wasn't pissed anymore. You sat back in your chair and listened to him answering a question, explaining that he went straight into teaching from University

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A/N - please let me know what you think? This is the first time I've ever uploaded any writing, so it'd be great to have some feedback!