Yes? Mr.Mahone

1.

"School" ...The only and last place I don't want to be at. It's the month of September the first day of school. This year is my last thank heavens. "Carter sweetie time to wake up!" My mother knocked on my door yelling. "I'm up mom."

Heading to my closet I choose the norm a pair of ripped dark blue skinny jeans, a grey white Beater, and most importantly my black and grey SnapBack. I trudge to the bathroom and apply a tiny by of mascara, brush my teeth and Take a look at my outfit of the day.

Good. I head back to my room slip on my black converse, grab my phone and bag before heading out the door to my car. "Bye mom love you be back later tonight." I say before closing the front door behind me.

Hoping into my black range rover I buckle up and head to school. This is going to be a year I won't forget. I have the feeling well I had the feeling ever since the month of August. Wondering keep my mind distracted for majority of the time though which is alright since I have nothin better to do in life.

--15 minutes later--
Finally I park in the schools parking lot and take a look around. Gross...people... Okay I'm not a morning person but seeing over 200 people every morning for the next 9 months is going to put a damper on my mood.

Grabbing my bag an phone I hop out and head towards the building. Freshman running around the hallways bouncing off the walls, upperclass men with rolls of toilet paper throwing it around. I couldn't help but mumble under my breath "welcome to hell Carter."

Looking for my locker 201 I had to walk past the first 2 wings the freshman and junior before I got to the senior. "Excuse me can you show me where room 219 is?" I hear a girl ask next to me. Looking up I realized she wasn't talking to me but some young good looking teacher.
"Yeah down the hall too your left cant miss it." She sent him a flirtatious grin before turning on her heels and walking away. I hadn't noticed myself mumbling under my breath grabbing my books till I heard someone clear their throat.

"Excuse me mind taking of your hat for me." Still not look I smile. "Nope I'm good sorry." Closing my locker I turn around only to walk into a hard chest. "What's your name?" The man asked as I looked up. He had a little smirk across his face.

"Non of your business mr....." "Mahone." He interrupted "Mr. Mahone." Giving me a smile almost thought my heart melted through my chest. Crossing my arms over my chest I go to say something till the bell rung. "Adios" I say starting to walk away. As I did he took to honor of taking of my SnapBack and walking into his classroom. "Get it back at the end of the day miss. "He just said and my blood began to boil. Okay Mr.Mahone you wan to play well let play.

The first few periods went by quickly unexpectedly an now I had English. I'm praying my teacher is nice because I actually like English unlike most people.

Don't get me wrong I hate school but English is when I actually feel like I'm something not nothing for once.walking into the classroom I walked alway to the back in the right corner. Kids began to pile in yet there was no teacher. Looks like they thought this was a shit place after all.

"Good evening class I'm Mr.Mahone. Welcome to English." Mr.Mahone said with a smile walking In and taking a sit on the chair behind his desk. He looks around maybe taking in on who might give him shit this year or actually care to do work. His eyes land on me and I can see the devilish grin appear.

The little fucker grinned at me."Alright class I'm going to go down the row and tell me your names and one thing you like to do." He got up and started with my row on the far right." Let's start in the back and work our way up." I mentally flipped him off for that and looked at him with pure hatred.

"My name is fuck off nice to meet ya." I grinned crossing my arms. He didn't seem to be phased by this but others let a small chuckle escape there mouths. "Now miss if you want that hat back ill like you too follow the instructions. It isn't too complicated right?" He narrowed his eyes mocking my posture he crossed his arms.

"My names Carter Gray I'm 18. Love to write. There happy Mr. Mahone." Putting more sass while I said his name. He waited a moment before heading to the kid in front of me. This year is going to be tourtor....