Their Teacher

Starbucks With The Tomlinson's

After the little 'meet-up' with Niall, Liam, Louis, Zayn and Harry, me and Ashley went back to my house, and her and Jake hung out, while I ran to my room before I could see anything happen.

I swear tomorrow if I see ANYTHING disturbing, Jake will officially be kicked out of my house.

It's weird really.

A slut I taught turned normal, and now my best friend is dating her, and I have to see her every day, to teach, and hangout with. Plus she's my best girl friend.

Life is odd.

But what am I going to do about it? I can't just slap life in the face and demand for it to give me normal problems, like stressing over a guy.

Oh those teenage days I don't miss...

Anyway, back to what I was talking about earlier!

I ran to my room and locked the door, incase they didn't make it very far down the hallway, and went to bed.

-The Next Day-

I woke up, feeling groggy like always, checking my phone to make sure it wasn't FIVE IN THE FUCKING MORNING again, and got up, taking a quick shower, and throwing on an Adventure Time shirt, and some blue skinny jeans, accompanied by black vans with stars on them.

Ugh, I really don't feel like looking at people today. I'm in one of those 'all humans can die' moods. Which happens quite often, if you haven't noticed...

I walked downstairs, filling Professor McFluffy's food bowl back up, along with her water. I think I'm just going to call her Prof, it's shorter, and so that makes my life easier.

"Bye baby." I cooed, petting her fluffy little head before grabbing my keys and heading out the door, locking it on the way.

So far I haven't seen Jake and Ashley naked anywhere, so that's a good sign. But I wouldn't be surprised if thy somehow ended up in my car, giving me a heart attack.

As I drove, I remembered I didn't eat breakfast, and started to have a mini panic attack within the area of my car, panting heavily.

I need food.

I'm going to die without my food.

LORD TAKE ME NOW

I know what you're thinking, that I could just stop somewhere and get something to eat, right? But no. No no no no no no no... no.

I have this thing about eating at restaurants before the hours of 11:00 a.m I don't know why, but every time I try to eat something before that hour, I always end up getting sick, and puking everywhere, and that would not be a pretty sight for me to scar my students with.

I made it to the school, a little wobbly, and shaky, but made it into my classroom in one piece, and without falling over in a sobbing mess. I think that's an accomplishment.

"Hello young grasshoppers!" I exclaimed, bursting into the room like a firework.

Baby you're a firework!

Sorry, I just really had to.

"Time to get on with the day. I know we haven't really done any work since I got here, but that's all about to change. You guys are the future generation, so you need to be taught properly. We will still be doing the play, but work will now come first. I know what you're thinking, 'this sucks' and 'fuck this is going to be a bitch year' and the occasional 'go suck your dick' but it isn't my fault, it's whosever idea it was to invent the idea of school. So blame smart people." I smiled, happy with the statement I had just come up with.