Our Little Secret [On Hold]

Our Little Secret

Our Little Secret (re-edited)

[Teacher / Student] Nathan Johnson has a very ordinary past, apart from the fact that he had his heart broken but what's unusual about that, so when he meet's Taylor Walker a beautiful strong minded Geordie girl whilst buying some laxatives for his best friend he does not expect to find the girl of his dreams, but how awkward will it get when she goes to her new school in her senior year only to find Nathan as her music teacher, Will one of them break it off or will they keep it their little secret.

Chapter 1

TAYLORS POV

"That'll be $2.99 please" i asked the little old lady in front of me, my thick British accent sounding slightly over powering as I fiddled with my ring on my left hand, as a gesture of boredom.

"Of course, Dear, keep the change" she smiled brightly at me as she passed over a five dollar note and waddled away in her floor length floral skirt and pink, jelly shoes. I stared out of the window thinking of how much I had done in these past few weeks. I was working here as a summer job as a lovely idea to get 're-acquainted' with my old hometown seeing as we've just moved here from Newcastle in the UK, Mr Brightside by the killers span around in my head as it played softly through the Sony speakers; I sat on the stool and rested my head in my hand.

"It's boiling" I whispered to myself whilst pulling my naturally curly blonde hair off of my sweaty back, the band around my hair tying it into a loose bun so I could feel it balance on the top of my spine. I used to live her until I was six, being in the UK for 12 years did not help my accent....it diminished after five or so years of me being there, especially at my young age I always was an influential child , I was born in Newcastle but moved to America when i was one only to move back to the UK when i was six. One of the biggest things I had missed about my hometown were the twins, the foolish pair that were like chalk and cheese. We weren't apart as children, we did the usual 'kid' stuff, climbing tree's, skipping rocks, poking dead things. Which sounds a lot like my Friday night's while everyone's on the drink.

"Excuse me?" Someone spoke loudly into my ear, I jumped with shock, my hand slipped up my face causing me to head butt the counter with a vicious bang.

"Nerrh" I moaned, holding my face in my hands

"what would you like?" I retorted with a small pig snort due to the fact that my fingers were upon my nose in case I bled on the guy, I still hadn't looked up, there was too much shame on this counter.

"Woah, are you okay?" The man spoke again, the sheer decadence of his voice amazed me, it was so deep and muscular

"Yes, yes I am....you're fine" I grinned, my finger still pushed up on the end of my nose so it looked like I had a snout

"I'M FINE-I'M FINE I MEANT YOU'RE NOT FINE, I mean... I wouldn't know because I never-oh god" I frowned, the hole I was digging apparently wasn't big enough. After a big sigh I looked him deep in the eyes

"I am so sorry" I apoglised earnestly, his laugh ringing in the background whilst I removed my hands from my face and allowed my throbbing nose to twitch, I swear I thought it was dead but it moved, so we're good.

"I don't believe I know your accent" he said looking slightly awkward.

"No one around here does, Newcastle... England" I smiled sheepishly with my over confident front dancing fancy pirouettes around my face , I finally looked up properly as I straightened down the vest top I was wearing over black trousers.

"Never been" He smiled right at me, he was the embodiment of beauty, I wanted to touch his face but I already had ruined mine so I don't think he would appreciate Quasimodo being all up in his grill. He was tall, looked around 6 foot 3 and looked like a model with his brown tousled hair sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck. He wore a tight black polo shirt and a pair of light blue Levi's which let's just say accentuated his rather defined body. Looking up into his eyes i noticed that one was slightly darker than the other yet they were both a turquoise blue, he sported a strong square jaw, a straight yet slightly crooked nose and a pair of light pink luscious lips.

Snapping out of my thoughts I looked at him, tilting my head to the side out of habit like a confused dog.

"So...how can I help you?" I asked him, pursing my lips slightly

"Well, there's a few things I need help with" He smiled hopefully

"Okay..."I spoke slowly

"First, you could help me by telling me your name and number?" he winked hopefully,

"Taylor" i answered nonchalantly trying to sound un-interested despite the 'ermagherd' feeling in my stomach. he gave me a confused look, You could see the cogs turning in his brain as he wondered what the hell I was saying

"I , I could do anything, if you want me here and i can fix anything if you let me near, why, why are there secrets now" i began to sing along to the words of Angels and Airwaves' song, watching him as he mimed the lyrics too, a sneaky smile slipped onto my face as I watched him

"Taylah?" he repeated sounding slightly Australian.

"Tay-lor" I chuckled before I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote my name down as well as my number, this looked like a very promising day, the most attention I usually get is from Mr.Edgar down the street that has a habit of slapping me in the boob before making a hasty getaway via a Zimmer frame.

"And what else can I do for you, good sir" as soon as i asked that question he began to blush furiously

"Um Urgh erm" he stalled, his eyes diverting away, did I have a nip slip or some shit?, I looked down quickly to find Thor and Loki carefully placed in my panda bra. His awkward facial expression wasn't me

"I...I don't bite you know" I smiled, watching people beginning to queue a good few feet behind him, worried that they'd get in the way of my shenanigan

"Say that again" he asked confused,

"I. Don't. Bite" i repeated, rubbing my nose, waiting for him to hurry up

"Well erm can i have a packet of Reptitol laxatives please" he looked at the floor while scratching his neck.

"No problem" I smiled, I could see how awful this was, I grabbed the large scrap of paper from his hand with my number and reached under the counter, grabbing the packet from the back as well as a packet of antihistamines for Hayfever due to them being the same price, scanning the Hayfever tablets instead and slipping the laxatives in the bag instead.

"Here you go" I winked at him, feeling like Archer.

"Thank you" he mouthed with a happy smile

"Right so that'll be 4 dollars" I asked, handing him the small striped plastic bag, He handed me the money and slipped a little something else in my hand and with that he left.

Thank you mysterious man with the lovely bottom.