I walk into my new ELA class late. It's the beginning of a new grade, 11th grade for me. I have always been late to all of my classes since elementary school. I do it to rebel against the school because why not? I would say my parents too but I don't have any. They died in a car crash a few years ago.
I haven't met or even seen the new teacher, Mr. Thatcher yet. Rumor has it he's single and cute. When I walk in the first thing I notice is that the first rumor isn't true. He's not cute. HE'S HOT!
His eyes are crystal blue. I'm afraid if I stare into them for too long I will get lost in them. His jaw, sharp enough to cut a bïtch. His cheeks have a natural blush to them and are sculpted perfectly. His eyebrows and eyelashes are perfect.
I'm jealous that he has longer eyelashes than me to be honest. I don't really know how to say this but... he's ...... he's perfect. I look for any wedding rings, nope. Sweeet. I realize that he's looking at me and he looks pissed. I can understand what he's saying now. "Why are you late?!?!" He yells. "I'm really sorry I got stuck in traffic and I couldn't get my locker open. I'm so sorry." I reply. "I will be seeing you after school for detention." He says. I turn bright red. Detention? On the first day?!?! Seriously?!?!? But God damn am I going to enjoy it with him in it. *nudge nudge wink wink*
"OK as I was saying I am Mr. Thatcher, your new English Language Arts because your last teacher, Mrs. Smith has retired. So we are going to play a game, everyone sit on your desk and we will go around, say your name, how old you are and 3 facts about you, if we finish in time you guys can ask questions." Mr. Thatcher says.
As he's explaining the game everyone gets on their desks. "I will go first and then you guys will go, I am Levi Thatcher and I'm 23, I just got out of college, I love sports and working out." Mr. Thatcher reveals. We will start with the girl in the back and work our way to the front. Yes! That means I go last.
Sadly, it finally gets to me. "I am Naomi Dungar and I do cheerleading, my aunt has a fashion line and I'm a model for it." I say. "What kind of clothes does she make?" Asks Mr. Thatcher. "Lingerie" I reveal quietly, blushing horribly. Mr. Thatcher says a simple "oh" but raising his eyebrows. "Now that we have finished you may now ask me questions, it can be anything besides 'are you a virgin' stuff like that. Naomi let's start with you." "Are you single" I blurt out. "Yes" Oh's and ah's fill the classroom like scattered applause. Finally the bell rings, before I head out Mr. Thatcher reminds me that I have detention after school.
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Breaking The Boundry
RomanceNaomi Dengar meets her future husband, in high school. But what she doesn't know is that a lot of work is needed to keep up this relationship.
