Chapter I

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Chapter I
Math Teacher...?

Ainsley's P.O.V.

"Ainsley! Wake up! It's the first day of school you don't want to be late! " Mom shouted.
   
"Okay mom!" I replied, rubbing my eyes.
       
I got up from my bed, took my towel and clothes and went to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and went downstairs for breakfast.
          
Toast? Okay that'll do I guess... Although I much prefer something different today.
 
I munched on my toast and drank my water. I went to take my bag and off I go to school. I walked approximately 250 meters to the bus stop and waited for the signature purple bus to go to school.

Springfield University... Woah I didn't know that this school is this big! I still can't believe that my scholarship got me here!

I got down from the bus and admired the exterior of the school. It was very big.

Suddenly, I heard multiple high shreiks from right behind me. A group of girls ran past me to a guy with blonde hair.

Huh, must be the most popular guy or something. Or heartthrob? I mean he's good looking but probably a huge flirt that's annoying.

I squeezed past the crowd of girls and went inside the large school. I marved at the school. High ceilings, wide doors, large library - this was everything I wanted in a school, came true.

Since I'm a new student here I had to go to the guidance counselor, Ms. Tabitha. I quickly found her office with the map on the wall.

"May I enter?" I asked while knocking.

"Oh yes of course dear, please come inside." a warm voice spoke.

I slowly pushed the door handle and opened the door. I saw a warm figure sitting on a modern-looking desk. Her hands were on the table and she looked really nice.
 
"I was wondering if I could get my schedule and locker key?" I asked softly.
   
"Yes of course. May I please have your name? Ms...?" She answered with the same warm voice.

"Blythe, Ainsley Blythe." I replied.

She typed my name in her laptop before rummaging a drawer. A few moments later she pulled out a clear file folder and a locker key.

"Ah, here we go Ms. Blythe. This folder contains all you need to know about this school. Including your schedule, ID card, school rules and a map of the school. And here's your locker key. Please don't lose this." Ms. Tabitha said, handing over the folder and keys.

I said thank you and left her office. As I closed the door, someone bumped into me, resulting him falling over on his back.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. Do you know where a certain Ainsley Blythe is?" The stranger said, while quickly standing up.

His blonde hair was gelled back, and his shirt was partially tucked out. And he seems very familiar.

Was he a former classmate? No. Is he famous? Definitely not. OHH he was the one who got surrounded by girls before! Wait. Why was he looking for me?

"That's okay. And yes I'm an Ainsley Blythe." I said.

"Oh well then, I'm Tyler Oakley, the most popular guy in this University and apparently I'm assigned to help you get around here. So, please follow me to your class, Ainsley." He said quickly.
 
After what felt like 5 minutes (actual 10 minutes), he was done with the school tour. He showed me my classroom, locker, library, teachers room, cafeteria and basically everything.

Wow, he just wants to get this over with huh? His personality isn't that bad like all popular guys in school though.

I went to my classroom and placed my things in my desk and headed over to my locker. I pushed the key inside and unlocked it. I arranged my books and stationaries in their proper places and took out my ID card. I took my simple blue lanyard and slipped my card in. I also slid my locker key in the clip. I took out my schedule and checked it.

Math?!  For the first subject? Yes! I love math.

I brought out my math books, math notebook and folder. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 7.58.

Oh no! It's almost time!

I slammed my locker, locked it and ran all the way to my class. By the time I reached my class, it was 7.59.

Oh! Great I'm not late! Huh, the teacher is not here yet. Was he/she late?

With a sigh of relief, I walked to my desk, regulating my breath. My desk was right in front of the teacher's table.

Well, with my desk right infront of the teachers table, I think that I will be able to concentrate.

While waiting for the teacher, I placed my head on my desk and closed my eyes.

*click clack**click clack*

I jolted up at the sound of what I thought was a female teacher walking in with her heels but no, what I saw was a person slightly older than me, with raven black hair and a light blue button up. He wore a navy blue tie with diagonal purple stripes and black formal shoes. When I looked up, I saw the most beautiful man in my entire life.

Oh no, I regret when I say I could concentrate in class if he's the teacher. I probably can't considering that there's a beautiful man in front of me. But, is he my teacher?



  

               
        
          
          
     

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