𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴

English Teacher

We walked on the shore hand in hand, not bothering if our feet, flip flops get wet. I looked up on him, his eyes focused on the beautiful scenery in front of us. He still doesn't notice me staring, until, he stopped walking. He grabbed my hand, gently yanking it back, then he chuckles at my clumsiness.

"I couldn't help but notice that you were staring at me the whole walk." He smirked at me, my cheeks started to turn into a bright shade of red.

"Well, I can. Its not a crime, right?" I send him a smile, then laughs lightly, shaking his head.

"You have a point there, darling." He started to walk further from the shore, maybe a feet away, then sitting down on the sand,"come sit, I swear its safe."

"Haha, very funny Mr.Dolan," I send him a wicked grin, calling him by the name he's known for in our school.

"What did we talk about Ms.Y/L/N?" He crosses his arms, making his arm flex.

"I don't know, really. I just don't understand on why The Great Gatsby is applicable to our studying? Why can't you discuss about something like constructing a poem, that gives accurate meaning?" I recommend, then I shake my head,"sorry, I don't really know what-"

"No, no. That's a great idea!" He smiles, then he hugged me.

The Next Day

I unlocked my locker with the code, when me and Mr.Dolan met, which was probably the best day of my life. Grabbing my stuff for English, and the painting I painted yesterday.

I started to walk to English class with Mr.Dolan, with a grin. My best friend, Ali, was suppose to be here, but her mom called me that she can't cause her pet hamster died.

I took a seat down, smiling at Mr.Dolan, then someone tapped my shoulder,"Hey."

"Hey, you're Mike, right?" I ask, then he nods.

"Ms.Y/L/N and Mr.Dominic, please listen." He coughs, and I shuffled in my seat, sending an apologising look at Mike then he smiles.

"So, someone in this class gave me the thought about doing this, and I accepted it. So everyone here, will be constructing a poem, not just any poem. A poem that speaks for yourself, something non-personal personal." He writes it on the chalkboard in front of us all, the following details of the poem.

"This will be due tomorrow,"

I then started to walk to Art Class, where Mrs.Hayden was teaching, I managed to get out English early cause I finished the work early. I knocked on the door, seeing Mrs.Hayden talking to Mr.Dolan. They turned to me, and I hated the feeling being the centre of attention.

"Ms.Y/L/N?"

"Umm, I was just gonna drop my painting off."

"Oh right, give it to me, I'll place it on my desk." I handed her my painting then she walked out the room, suddenly, Mr.Dolan locked the door.

"Are you still mad?" I pout, then he was surprised at what I said.

"Mad? What no!" He held my hand,"I'm just jealous..."

"Aww, don't be. You know that I love you right?" I say, kissing his lips then pulled back.

"I love you, Y/N  Y/L/N,"he caress my cheeks, I placed my hand above his.

"I love you more than anything, Ethan Grant Dolan." I finish, then we heard footsteps coming, and I gave him a quick peck on the lips, before going out the door.