Princesa

2

"Oh come on, stop being a baby" Freya rolled her eyes at me, I was trying to get them to understand why I was feeling so rubbish about moving house. That's been the only home I ever lived in, it had so many memories and it meant a lot, it's going to be hard having to move on from it.

"Easy for you to say, you and your parents have moved house like twelve times in the past four years" It's true, Freya and Willow's parents have lived in every single street of this small town. I'm not so sure why they move so much, I'm not sure they are either, though, I think they just like change.

"Aw shit, the bell goes in two minutes, I've got to get to chemistry, see ya in History" Willow grinned and walked away, we all had history together after the first period, which for Freya and I was English Lit with Mr Faulds, much to our viewing pleasure.

Mr Faulds only started yesterday, and already he's the talk of the school, he is stunning.

He had a perfect face, just picture a typically hot guy with blonde hair and a beach body, ugh! He's the reason I'm being optimistic about my senior year.

"C'mon, we gotta get a seat at the front this year" Freya smirked and dragged me into the classroom.

"Hi Mr Fau-" Freya had put on her 'flirty' voice as she began speaking to Mr Faulds, only to be stopped by the head of the English department, Mrs Harrington glaring at her.

"Just as well you two delinquents made it, I was going to kick you off the course before it even began" She hissed at us, "Mr Faulds, keep a close eye on these two" I looked over her shoulder to be met with a stunning boy, a man even, his luscious blonde hair pushed back and gelled into place. His face was exactly how I remembered it being yesterday when I saw him at lunch.

Obviamente, perra estúpida (Obviously, stupid bitch)

Speaking to myself in Spanish inside my head is a thing I do often, but I've only just started to realise that I do it recently.

I normally wouldn't be the type of girl who is crushing on her teacher, especially when his subject was English lit, but he is art. The sleeves of Mr Fauld's white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his tan forearms, I never thought forearms could be sexy. His hands were also extremely sexy, and gladly, the only rings her had on his hands were on his thumb and pointer finger, not his ring finger. Gracias a Dios. (thank god)

"Oh I will Mrs Harrington, I won't be letting any students slack this year" His voice stopped me from checking out his body, and I could see the slight smirk on his face as Freya and I stared back with our mouths ajar and our eyes wide.

"Here is your class seating plan, stick by it, it's been made by me with a lot of thought. I need to get back to my own class" She basically threw the schedule at him and stomped out of the door. Clearly, she was mad he didn't hate us.

Mrs Harrington was a beast. She was the worst of the worst when it came to teachers, and to make it worse she always seems to be around when Freya and I do something wrong, it's a wonder how we're still in the same class. But really she has no reason to break us up, we both get good marks on our in-class tests and assignments, never below a B- for me and never below a C for Freya, which to be fair was only because her boyfriend of two weeks split up with her the weekend before the test and she was so 'heartbroken' she forgot to study.

"Alright, seeing as she's gone to the effort to make this, and she's my supervisor, I best stick to it. I'll stand in front of a table and call out the name in which this seat belongs to for the year, then we'll get started"

There was a mixture of sighs and chat between the teenagers in here, most of them in disappointment due to Mr Faulds actually sticking to the seating plan.