Is this love or just lust, sir?

I'll prep my prep talk

I am in a bad mood.

Vote.

Comment.

...Please?

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Gulping down the small amount of pride I still had left in the pit of my stomach I stepped into the classroom I had just seen pile out year tens- their stood Mr O'Miles sorting out some papers.

Clearing my throat to catch his attention, his head clocked forward. His brown eyes lit up and a small smile with a short but extremely cute and hot dimple filled the nineteen year olds face, as he spoke. "Miss Riley."

"Uh...Mr O'Miles." My voice was a little bit to squeaky for my liking, and with Spanish being my last lesson and the teacher needing to be taught how to actually control a class- my patience nor temper was my strong point at this moment in time.

"Thanks for coming...." Mr O'Miles looked behind himself and bit down on his lip when his face came back into view. "But...I kind of have this staff meeting crap...and I really need to go..."

"Oh. Right. That's fine. Totally." I smiled a fake grin which would put the grinch to shame, a small amount of disappointments ball of fire starting to lighten up.

"How about you come round to mine tonight?" Mr O'Miles offered a smile fitting on his face.

"Really?" the fire ball of disappointment was being extinguished as soon as the words 'you' 'mine' and 'tonight' came from his mouth.

"Six?" Mr O'Miles stated in a form of a question, picking up the pieces of paper from his desk.

"Yeah!" I heard the excitement in my voice, passing as a Disney channel excited tone and quickly rushed out. "I mean... yeah, cool."

My voice came out like a mans.

Way to be sexy.

I mean try.

Which was a total fail.

Mr O'Miles didn't seem to mind my low voice and laughed. "Right so I'll meet you at six."

Which was obviously was a cue for me to make my departure, so I did with my face heating up and a slight stumble once I left the classroom and may or may not have done a little skip down the stairs.

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Once home I lay on my bed, the house empty with my parents promising the traffic was the reason why they would be home for early morning Tuesday, I had max being the little turn coat he is too busy sleeping to pay attention to me.

And then I thought.

About how wrong it was. How it could result in all these bad consequences. How it was a fifteen year old going round to a nineteen year olds house. How this was illegal, against the rules. And-

Okay I didn't. I tried to get that into my head but for some reason, the more I thought it the less it seemed to sink in. I know he's my teacher, but it just didn't bother me.

So I hopped in the shower and tried to just not think.

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"Hola amigos, this is Maggie. I am either not available or I saw your number and your lame, but leave a message that I'll probs ignore or text me. Or if your fit, call me till I pick up." Maggie's breezy voice filled my ears, sighing I rushed my voice into my abuse phone.

"Mags, total cry for help. I am in such a dilemma, seriously. This is huge, I really can't decide between either. Both have pros and cons. Call me back ASAP."

Groaning I hopped around my room and stared at my bed- which had the entire contents of my wadrobe poured onto it.

Green jeans and batwing military cream top?

Red jeans and pale abstract tee with the check jacket?

Tights, high waisted shorts and the blue jumper tucked in?

So many desisons!

Trudging over in my fluffy dressing gown, I applied the pale base fondation before picking up my usual fondation- I honestly was so thankful for make up at times like this.

Hearing my phone vibrate on the bed I clambered over, eager to let Maggie help me.

"Mags!" I cried.

"Tina.." She said warerly "What is this problem you face oh dear young one?"

"I need your honest opinion." I stated.

"Tina, listen to me." Maggie belowed. "If you even think of backing out, I will put on a brown wig and go round to Mr Hottys house myself and pretend to be you. This is something that you will only regret on not doing later on in life."

"Mags-"

"You will thank me one day. As your best friend I am here to help you. Mr O'Miles is the only person that has ever got you in such a flustered state since...well ever. Your the most impulsive and idiot person ever and since him you've been over thinking and being a but more whiney than normal...which is both bad and good things. But he is having a good impact on you."

"Mags-"

"Mr O'Miles may very well be your teacher but by April everyone will be totally okay and slightly jelly that you two are like, an item or fuck buddies or engaged or dating or like whatever you'll be by that time. You'll be sixteen and that's like three years difference now isn't it?"

"Well yeah, but Mags-"

"You just need to do this Tina, I know it'll be good for you. I've never seen you so hung up over any guy like this, you and him also look cute together. I don't know why, maybe it's because your both brunettes with brown eyes."

"Mags!"

"Tina I really think you should go ahead and do this, you'll never know. You only regret what you don't do, unless you you know throw yourself in front of a bus. And that is all I have to say."

"Maggie?" I tried with a defeated tone.

"Yes."

"I wanted to ask you how I should do my hair, straight or curly." I bit down on my lip feeling slightly silly after the speech she just gave me.

"Either, you look good in both." Maggie cooed.

"Right, I'm thinking straight then." I smiled, picking up my GHDS.

"Really?" Maggie questioned. "it's just..your head looks bigger straight."

"So curly?" I asked confused, picking up my curly tongue.

"If I were you I would...unless you want to have a fat head." I could just picture Maggie shrugging after that sentence.

"Thanks for the vote in confidence, I'll call you back once I've finished doing my hair." I said dismissively.

"I'll prep my prep talk." Maggie sung with glee as I pressed the end button and pressed the right temperature on my curlers.