Living With My History Teacher

CHAPTER 1

Taylor's pov

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I hit the snooze button and reveled in the silence as I lay on my bed deciding whether to get up or not. The bruise from last night still hurt a lot and stopped me from getting up from bed.

I heard the front door open and close and the sound of his car moving farther away from the house confirming that he was gone.

I got up from the bed making sure not to apply pressure on my ankle. It barely hurt now but it was still hard to walk normally. I picked out my outfit for the day, took a shower and went downstairs. I picked an apple out of the fridge for breakfast and made my way out of the house making sure to lock the door.

My name is Taylor Brown and I'm seventeen years old. I have dark hair cascading down my back, my skin's a bit pale, hazel eyes and I stand at 5"7. Also, my life sucks. With a man like my father, why wouldn't it? 

Once I got to school I made my way through the crowd of students to get to my locker barely noticed by anyone. I got my books for the first period and went to the school backyard where I caught up with my best friend, Ashen. No one stays here besides us. We were considered freaks and outcasts because, for me, I'm very quiet and I keep to myself. As for Ashen, he's gay. He's very cute and would have girls swooning over him if he weren't gay. He was currently sitting under our tree with his nose in a Harry Potter book. This has to be the fourth time he's read the entire series.

"Taylor," he yelled as soon as he saw me, waving his arms like a mad person. That's the thing about Ashen, he's very hyper and active but I love him all the same. Once I got to him, he hugged me tightly making me wince cause of the bruise on my abdomen. He noticed that and immediately pulled away from me with a look of worry on his face.

"Tay, what's wrong?" He asked, the worry evident in his voice. "Nothing I'm okay," I said smiling at him but he didn't buy it. "He did it again didn't he?" He stated rather than asked. I sighed loudly and slumped to the ground under our tree as he stood up and started his rant. "Tay this is getting worse you should report him....." here he goes again. "Next time you don't know what he could do." I zoned in on the last part and looked up to find him giving me his signature worried look.

"Ash you know I can't," I said, trying to make him understand. He sat down beside me running his hands through his hair clearly showing his exasperation. "I know! I know! He's your dad and you don't want to be sent to a foster home leaving me here all alone." I gave him a small smile which he returned. "Yes now drop it," I said and he did.

"Did you know Logan Mitchell straightened his hair?" he asked excitedly and I rolled my eyes. Logan Mitchell was the school's quarter back and Ashen had a huge crush on him. I don't see what's so great about him, but honestly none of the guys in this school seem to catch my eye. Not as if they'll ask me out anyway. We stayed there for a few minutes talking about Logan's new hair do until we heard the bell making us go our separate ways.

I had Math with Mr Jefferson first thing this morning. His monotone voice bores me and makes it hard to actually pay attention. When Math class was finally over, Ashen and I met up at my locker. He kept on saying something about a hot new History teacher but I wasn't listening.

I walked into my History class and the first thing I saw was a guy a HOT guy. He was in a white dress shirt, the sleeves folded up to his elbows, dark jeans and vans. I looked up to his face to see him smirking at me. He just caught me checking him out. My face burned a bright red as I avoided his gaze. I looked down at my feet and went to my seat beside Ashen.

"He's hotter than I heard," he whispered to me. "Already have a crush now do we," I teased and he just shrugged his shoulders as he continued oogling our new teacher.

"Morning class, I'm Mr Damon Knight and I'm going to be your history teacher till Mrs Martin comes back from her leave. I'm going to spare the first thirty to get to know you guys and you can ask me any question you'd like to." He said introducing himself to the class.

All the girls put up their hands except me. He pointed at Amy, the school slut. "How old are you?" she asked batting her eyelashes like a diseased frog. "Twenty four," Mr Knight answered shortly. Moving on, he pointed at another slut. What the hell man?

"Are you single?" she asked. Seriously, like seriously, she could not ask any other question. But, I also found myself anxiously waiting for his answer like every other girl and Ashen which made me feel kind of stupid. But can you blame me, he's a very good looking guy. He stared at us for a while and finally answered, "no."

Well, that was disappointing.

Most of the girls asked him questions about his personal life and he seemed to be enjoying the attention while the guys looked uninterested, except Ashen of course. He finally decided to move on from himself to us and told us to say something about ourselves starting from the front row. When it was my turn he smirked at me and I got lost in his green orbs, forgetting everyone in class was staring at me.

"Still can't get enough of my good looks." He teased making me blush and some girls laugh. It pissed me off. The guy was so cocky and arrogant. Any thought about him being gorgeous have been long forgotten.

"Well I'm Taylor Brown and I hate guys who are full of themselves and by the way I've seen better." I said sending him a smirk of my own and sat down. There were a series of 'oooohhhs' and 'burns' from the guys while the girls glared at me.

Luckily, the bell rang signaling the end of class. When I walked by Mr Knight's desk, he smirked and winked at me making me blush.

Why the hell did I blush?

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