I hate math, I hate math, i hate math. I said to myself as I walked down the hall to my new math class that i was switched into, because I, as the head of the math department said, "You need to be in a class where you can focus Laura" and now I'm in a class with about ten students, and I know it's going to suck. The teacher is going to be an old, wrinkly,-
I stopped myself as I walked fully into the classroom, you have got to be shitting me! He's my teacher!? He doesn't even look like a fucking teacher. Well, so much for concentrating. I walked over to an empty desk and of fucking course the only one available was right in front of his desk. Shoot me. I moved around it and sat down.
"Good morning class!" he said excitedly, does he have an accent? Oh my god if this man has an accent, I'm fucking done!
"Today we'll just be gettin' to know each other a little" He.has.an.accent! "Well, I'm Mr.Horan. I know i look young, well that's because I am, I'm only twenty years old. I think you're aware that I'm going to be your Maths teacher for the rest of the year. I'm from Ireland, If you couldn't tell by my accent" he laughed, fuck me! He laughed, his laugh is like liquid gold.....this is not good. I mean it's good, but it's not.
Let's see where this gets us.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~( A month Later)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Laura? Could you stay after class for a minute, I would like to have a word with you about something" shit, shit, shit.
"Yes Mr.Horan" i said and stayed seated. I waited for all the rest of the students to go, then walked up to his desk "You wanted to talk Mr.Horan" i said quietly
"Uhh..Yes" he stumbled causing me to giggle "You know you're not doing to well in my class, right?" he asked
"Yes" i hung my head "I know, I'm sorry"
"It's ok, It really is. I just wanted you to know if there was anything that has been going on, or anything that I need to help you out with" he said taking a seat on his desk.
"Uh....." I stalled "There's nothing that is going on, I mean I'm kind of distracted but that's all"
he looked at me worried "Are you OK, what's distracting you?" he asked
"you" I whispered
"What?" he asked
"What? nothing, everything is fine. I promise" I said gathering my things at my desk
"I don't believe that, but I'll let it go. But, I want to tutor you" he said as I walked out the room, I backtracked and turned to look at him
"W-what?" I stuttered
"Yes, I'm tutoring you and that's that." he said walking to the other side of hid desk
"W-why can't someone else do it? like another student, from like the honors classes?" I started getting panicked
"No, I'm doing it, is that a problem?" he said, and I swear I saw a smirk on his flawless face
"N-no Mr. Horan" I said and walked to my car, when I got in I screamed so loud a couple guys on the soccer team looked at me, but I waved my hand to show that I was OK, even though I was extremely nervous and excited at the same time about Mr. Horan coming to my house. I was about to pull out of the parking lot when he stopped me, yet again
"Laura!?" he yelled
"Yes!?" I yelled, I didn't want him coming to my car, but I was never the luckiest person, so why would it start now? He walked up to my car and leaned down to my drivers side window
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