Imagine That: Fifth Harmony

Lauren (2) • Miss. Jauregui

She hadn't said anything to me yet, nor even acknowledged me. I understood why, I mean, I made her spill hot coffee on her shirt within her first of hour being at this school, and I hit on her in the worst way possible. Even I wouldn't talk to me. It didn't help with how awkward I felt, knowing that she would be my art teacher for the following year. Talk about the epitome of embarrassment.

"...I would love to start off by learning everybody's names, so I was hoping we could go around the class and say our name and something unique about ourselves?"

The class chuckled, excluding me, probably because it was such a childish thing to do with high-schoolers. I felt Demi nudge me in the elbow, and I looked her way to see her smirking obnoxiously.

"Something's telling me she'll remember your name," she whispers, laughing at her own joke.

I rolled my eyes and sighed defeatedly as I looked back to my new teacher, Miss. Jauregui. She looked really young to be a teacher, hence me thinking she was a student. She was too beautiful to fit the whole 'teacher' image as well. Teachers were supposed to be grumpy, mean, and hate their life, but from what I could tell, Miss. Jauregui was polite, funny, and well, pretty darn awesome. Everyone else seemed to be picking up on these traits, too, seeing as they were practically hanging onto her every word like lost puppies – both guys and girls.

"I honestly don't know how I'm going to be in this class for the rest of the year," I mumbled to Demi, who still had a smug smile on her lips.

Looking to me, she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know either. But do you think she can give you a bad grade if she doesn't like you? Or is that illegal?"

Rolling my eyes once again, I said, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that is illegal, dimw–"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

I widened my eyes a little and faced forward, seeing Miss. Jauregui watching me with narrowed eyes as she clenched her jaw. Once again, everybody was transfixed by her beauty, and I probably would've been to, but I was too busy internally freaking out because she was finally talking to me.

"Did I get the name right?" she asked, quirking her eyebrow.

I heard a few people chuckle as they knew I was the first to get told off by her, and they also probably knew of our encounter earlier on.

"Uh, yeah...," I answered reluctantly.

She leaned on her desk and unclenched her jaw, which just so happened to look extremely sexy, but I wouldn't admit that at the time. "Well, Miss Y/L/N, you've earned yourself a detention at four today for talking during class."

My eyebrows raised as I suddenly responded, "What?! That's not fair!"

She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "You shouldn't have spoken in my class then."

By now, everybody was silent as they looked between Miss. Jauregui and I, obviously curious as to what would happen. God, she was being completely unfair. Who even gives a detention out on their first day of teaching?

"But Demi was talking too!" I exclaimed, motioning to Demi, who immediately nudged me harshly.

"Shut up, idiot," she mumbled, not wanting to be dragged into this.