The New Teacher

First Day of Class

Willow's POV

I walk into class just to get on the new teacher's nerves. I heard he was an old hag. When I opened the door, those rumors had been proved wrong. My jaw drops slightly at his attractiveness but, I decided to put on my tough personality, "Hey, Mr. Teacher."

He responds with "Welcome! Please take a seat. I will start taking attendance soon." as he walks over to the whiteboard. 

I roll my eyes and cross my arms, "Why should I, shortie?," I snort. I look at his name plaque, "Hm Peter."

"I said take a seat!"

"I asked, why should I?," I laugh, "Pete, my dude, why are you getting so pissed?"

"Okay class I am going to take attendance."  He walks over and grabs his clipboard and read off the names.

I lean up against the wall and didn't even bother to take a seat. "PETER."

"What?"

I laugh quietly, " Isn't this health class? The class that teaches you about sex?"

"No. It's math. Now please sit down."

I sit on the floor, "Please forgive me. I'm high." I giggle.

"Alright. Let's start with introducing ourselves. Please say your name and your favorite part about music."

I stand up, My name is Willow and my favorite part about music is that my music scares the living hell outta people."

"Alright. What type of music?" he says walking to his computer. 

"Death metal, trap metal, post hardcore... that crap. Y'know."

"I listen to most of the same stuff. Maybe later I could play some music once you cooperate and just find a seat."

"What iiiiif I don't wanna take a seat?," I say hoping for a detention.

"Meet me after class."

I shrug "No problemo, Pete."

After class...

"Willow, right?" he says to me.

"Yeah." I roll my eyes. The room had only him and I in it. 

"You have a detention. Jeez, on the first day." He walked over and gave me s detention slip.

"And? I don't care!" I sit in a seat because class was last period. 

"Whatever. So what bands do you listen to?" he says to me.

"Uhm...Suicide Silence, Attila, Chelsea Grin, Asking Alexandria, New Years Day and like a million others."

"Cool. Have you heard of Fall Out Boy?" he says to me.

I nod, "They're too mainstream for me though. I listen to stuff that isn't on the radio."

"Alright. Lemme tell you a secret."

I cock an eyebrow, "Continue."

"I'm the bass player for Fall Out Boy."

I nod a little, "Okay. Cool, I don't think that is much of a secret though."

"All the teachers think I'm a bad influence already and if they find out I'm in a band I might get fired." he says.

I sigh, "Pete. They probably already know. You are in the most famous band in the world right now," I flick his forehead, "Thinkkk."

"You're serious?" he stares at me.

"I'm serious."

"Alright. I believe you. Now you better show up for detention."

"This IS detention, dummy," I flick his forehead again, " I said think!"

"About what?" he says with confusion.

I slam my head on the desk, "Just use your brain, idiot. I AM in detention."

"I meant the one tomorrow, Willow."

"Specify next time." I groan and pack up my stuff. 

"See you tomorrow in class and detention."

"Nah bro, I'm skipping."

"You sure you want to?"

"Positive." I roll my eyes. 

"Your choice. Worse consequences though. You do that it is the last period of the day right?"

"Yeah. I'm skipping the whole day dude."

"Your choice." I think he was trying to guilt me. 

"I know, Peter." I kiss his face and shove a piece of paper with my number in his hands and rush out.

He stood there in awe. 

Once I got home, I locked myself in my room and sigh, hoping he would text. Damn. Did I Have a crush on him?

I receive a notification and gasp. "Hey Pete! Is this Pete...?"

'Yes it is. Why did you hand me your number?'

I replied with "Well uh...you're interesting.'

'Alright.'

'So, how was your day?'

'Boring. I have a concert tonight for my band.'

'Cool. Where?'

'This place in Chicago.'

'Jeez. Why are you driving all the way out there for one show?' 

'It was Patrick's idea.'

'Tell Patrick he's a dum dum'

'Lol. Do you want to see us live?'

'Sure'

'Alright. The concert starts at 7.'