Just short dan smut stories yay! (Some get kinda intense and I'm not even sorry) also, there will definitely be some dan & Phil action don't you worry 😉
You know I needed to write a teacher one..and I'm not even sorry
I'll admit, I was freaking nervous, my first day at a new school on my last year of high school, I never understood why my parents couldn't wait a year until I finished in my home town, but I guess they could of lost their jobs if we didn't move when we did.
I tried my best to look presentable today because I had no idea how these people would treat me, well, presentable in my book anyways. (Heres a picture of the outfit style to get a general idea)
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I curled my hair and did my best makeup, hopefully to make a good first impression, might I add this was the beginning of the school year, so it wasn't so bad but I was still nervous.
Any typical day for me was a day where I was late, I don't know how I manage it but I'm ALWAYS late.
My dad dropped me off as I ran making my way through the school doors having not a clue where I'm going, I was attempting to look at my schedule as I bumped into someone nearly falling back, I looked ahead to realize that they were towering over me, I looked up to see a guy who looked about my age, he was pale with medium brown hair, his brown eyes contrasted perfectly against his skin, and his smile was perfectly proportioned with his face, he also seemed a little awkward.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" He spoke in a posh British accent, I swore his accent blew me away as I stuttered to tell him it was okay as we both picked up my books.
We make awkward eye contact for a split second before I asked "Please tell me you know where room 203 is" he smiled and replied "Oh yes, the English class room, this way" He guided me in the hall way as I followed.
He tried to have some small talk with me, he seemed oddly mature for a high school student, but I didn't think that was necessarily a bad thing, I didn't really ask him anything about himself, nor did he tell me anything about himself.
He directed me to the classroom as I thanked him and walked in, there was a girl who had a similar style as me so I just assumed we had something in common as I sat near her trying not to be noticeably late even though everyone was already staring at me.
I got my notebook ready as I heard a dry erase marker squeaking against the white board, I looked up to see that same guy I ran into in the hall way, I looked at the board that wrote "Mr. Howell" What? No way, he isn't the teacher? I was confused and conflicted as he spoke "I'm Mr. Howell, but you can also just call me sir, I know a lot of places around here don't do that, but where I'm from we use sir and ma'am so feel free."
I realized I could listen to him talk all day, the way he pronounced words and spoke so perfectly I found myself lost in a gaze quite often.
Nothing much really came out of this Mr. Howell thing, over the span of a few months though I really got to know him (In a teacher kind of way) and surprisingly he's very relatable, but I can't deny that I've been crushing on him hard, I'll never speak of it or admit to anyone, not even to any friends out home.
