My Love, My Saviour, My Student •Shawn Mendes

1.

Faye Dawson
The first day of school. No tight horrible coloured dull uniform, no one telling you how many piercings to have, no rules. But it was still school. The shit smelling classrooms, the sticky plastic chairs, the humid air, the old teachers wearing their old boring clothes. The system of the groups was the worst  thing, the popular girls with the popular boys, the nerdy girls and boys, the inbetweeners, and separated from all was me, Cara and Thomas, well, he was Tom or Tommy to us. We had no group, each of us had friends from each group but weren't tied down to any group of friends. We had no expectations from anyone. Getting up that morning was no less than a struggle, but I didn't want to look bad or smell, so I got past the struggle and rose, showered and got dressed.
"It's nice to see you in some colour for once" My mother said and I looked down. Black tights, yellow skirt, white t-shirt and a light denim jacket. I guess it was colourful enough for the first day. My makeup was simplistic and I left my hair down in its usual blonde brown waves. "Thomas is here when's he leaving school?" Mum said from looking out of the window.
"Remember when he couldn't go to school because he was in the hospital? He never finished one of his qualifications so he's there for the next few months to finish he's not the only one doing it" I told her and she nodded. I slipped on some flats and walked out my house. "Faye you need food!!" Mother shouted at me as I got in the car.
"No I don't!!" I yelled back and shut the door of Toms convertible that I was still jealous about. Tom was a year older than me and Cara but I had known him since we were little.
"Nice to see she cares for you. All my mum worries about is the car" Tom said and I laughed. "Hey guess what?"
"You finally got a girl to sleep with you" I stated only half joking.
"Ha ha funny. No. We met each other ten years ago today. Remember? When I had to take you to the toilet because you were scared of the welcome back to school production?" He recalled and I rolled my eyes.
"Shut up. You were only a year older I bet you were scared too" I shoved his arm and he smiled. I wouldn't lie Thomas was good looking. Very good looking and I guess these past few years I've been seeing him in a different light but would never show that.
He shoved on a pair of sunglasses before driving us to school.

He roughly parked up and turned off the engine before shoving his glasses on top of his head and smiling to me. "I hate the way you drive" I said clutching onto the side of the car for the sake of my life.
"Then find someone else to drive you every single bloody morning" He laughed and again I rolled my eyes sulking. "What are you going to do when I'm not here to drive you?"
"Well i can start my driving lessons in three weeks" I said proudly.
"You? Driving? No chance. Anyways I have to go to my locker see you later Dawson" He called back to me as I opened my locker. I looked at my new timetable and I was happy with what I saw. Lots of free periods, alongside History, English and Psychology. Perfect.
"Dawson, Dawson, Dawson..." I heard coming up behind me and I smiled.
"You know Cara you could try and use my first name"
"Faye, Faye, Faye. Have you seen Thomas this morning?!" She said wide eyes and I nodded.
"Yeah he drives me to school like a lunatic every morning. He lives like over the road of course I've seen him this morning...wait why?" I said closing my empty locker.
"He's come back looking kinda hot don't you think?"
"Ce that's our best friend. And no I don't think he's changed" I said folding my arms.
"Yeah but you've seen him everyday for like seven weeks whilst I've been in France" She sulked.

Cara and me were the cliche best friend couple. Polar opposites. She was loud, witty, hated reading, loved showing her skin. She had dark black hair with green eyes and was just a bit taller than I was. She was gorgeous, guys from every group were attracted to her older and younger. We were polar opposites.
"I can't believe that we're moving up in this school, more parties more guys, no more virginity" She squealed.
"I don't think so Cara." I laughed and sighed as the bell went. "See you later I've got English" she groaned and looked at her schedule.
"Ugh I've got music, byee" She said bounding down the corridor. I sighed in frustration at the thought of the possibility that my two best friends would get together. Especially because I've started to see Tom in a different way, and I'm just the type to keep it to myself. Cara isn't.

This could ruin our relationship, I thought about my two friends. I was on my way to English after leaving our lunch table early due to not wanting to witness the obvious flirting coming from Cara.
"Why does she have to be like that? Why? Why can't she just find someone else? Is that so hard?! No!" I said complaining to myself.
"Shit I'm so sorry!!" I exclaimed as I bumped into someone knocking all their papers flying. I bent down and started picking up all the papers I could.
"Thanks" a Male American voice rang out and I whipped my head round to see who it was. A very tall boy stood before me in relaxed clothing. He was one of the most handsome beings I had ever seen with his brown locks and mesmerising eyes.
"I Well I-hello" I stuttered and the boy smiled. My god his teeth and lips were so perfect. "Where you going?" I said and he told me my own English room. "I'll help you carry all this" I offered and again he thanked me.

"Well which one is your desired desk?" I said and he smiled at me. I raised my eyebrow at him.
"I think I have to be on that one" he said nodding to the desk at the front. The teachers desk. My eyes widened and I think my jaw dropped a little.
"Shit you're the teacher?!" I exclaimed and he raised his eyebrow at me.
"Sorry sir...for saying shit...twice" I blushed putting his papers on the front desk. I shook my head as people started to file into the room. I couldn't dare to look at him. And the worst thing was, I was made to sit at the desk right infront of him. I was embarrassed, I can't believe I thought a teacher of all people was hot. Gross. Except, he wasn't gross at all. Still he was a gorgeous man and I could tell I wasn't the only one who thought it.
"Er hi, I'm Mr Mendes and I'm you're new English teacher for a while, a substitute. Before you ask, yes I'm not British, I'm Canadian."
"Bit young to be teaching ain't you sir?" A rude boy called out.
"Yes but I think I'm perfectly capable" he replied. I still couldn't raise my gaze to meet his eye. "What do you call it here is it like registering?" He said to himself opening up a long list of our names on his computer. He ran through the names and I cringed when he got to my name.
"Dawson? Faye Dawson?"
"Here" I said looking at the desk.
"It's polite to look people in the eye Miss Dawson. Remember that" Mendes said sternly, tapping his knuckles on my wooden desk, earning a round of "oohs" from the class and a blush to appear on my face. He'd embarrassed me infront of the whole class with none of my friends there. I hated him. I hated Mr Mendes.