Song #3

Chapter One - New School, New Start

Haley's POV

September 3rd, 1995

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I heard my alarm go off and I slammed my hand down on it, I didn't overly hate mornings, they just annoyed the shit out of me.

I groaned as I stretched out, I was sore everywhere, see last night I went to a Carnifex concert, and I made the smart choice of going into the mosh pit on a school night. I had fun regardless though, I grabbed my phone and scrolled through the awesome photos I had taken of the band members, I smiled at them because Carnifex was one of my favorite bands.

I realized it was already 7:15 and if I wanted to catch my bus, I'd have to get a move on, I speed walked to my closed and pulled out a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a white Motörhead T-Shirt, I changed out of my shorts and shirt from last night and into my clothes for today, along with a different pair of undergarments.
I found my all white Rebook high tops and slipped them on, they were old and worn, but they had a special meaning.

I grabbed my blue denim jacket as I was leaving the house, carrying my binder in hand.

I liked wearing light blue because it went well with my somewhat pale skin.

As I waited at the end of my driveway, I slipped on my jacket and took out my pack and lit a cigarette, what don't judge me.

I had just finished my smoke when the bus rounded the corner so I flicked the cigarette on the ground and I stepped on it before picking up my binder and walking to the bus and stepping on the bus, I sighed and walked straight to the back of the bus, kids moved out of my way as I walked down the isle to the last seat on the bus. I guess they've heard the rumors then. Great.

I zoned out after I put my headphones in because Avenged Sevenfold was playing and I loved their music, although if I were to meet any member I don't think I would faint or freak out like most people, because I'm not obsessed with them, more so that I have an infatuation with their music.

The school bus approached faster than I wanted it to, I sighed as I got off of the bus, and walked towards the school, as I opened the doors I heard many different things, a few things were about me and the rumors which were partially true, the others were about this new teacher, no one here knew who he was but apparently he was hot, oh well. Not that I really cared, I didn't feel any need to pay attention to any good looking teacher, so yeah.

I walked to the office and grabbed my schedule and found my locker rather easily, I put some of the notebooks from my binder in there and took the rest to my first class with me, I had English first, I smiled at that, I liked English, I was good at English.

I noticed the teacher had written his name on the board in very neat and nice handwriting, 'Mr. Taylor'

I sat in the very back of the classroom and watched as students filed in, I still had my headphones in only now the music playing from my phone was Queen, a band I absolutely adored, The Show Must Go On, was currently playing which made me smile, I clicked the shuffle on button and then pressed next song once the song by Queen was finished, I grinned internally as CrewCabanger by Chelsea Grin came on. See, since this school was in Alabama, I expected no one to like the same music as me. I was getting lost in the music fairly quickly.

But of course, my peace was soon disturbed as the teacher walked through the door, I looked up and nearly screamed, it was Corey Fucking Taylor! And of course he was attractive, no doubt about that, but still, he was my teacher and I shouldn't think like that.

I attempted to take one headphone out but of course me being me, I accidentally yanked the headphones out of the headphone jack, meaning, the entire class, plus the hot teacher, just heard the pig squeal from the lead singer. I immediately turned the volume off on my phone, too embarrassed to do anything else. Mr. Taylor almost smirked, before going serious, "Ms. Repose, a word after class please," he said, making a few of the kids in this class snicker because not only was I going to get in trouble, but because of what music I listened to, but thankfully, Mr. Taylor told them to shut up. His literal words were, "Shut it," which made me smile a little.

I pulled all my hair to one side of my head, I made it so I could see Mr. Taylor but not the rest of the class, which consisted of about 40 stupid teenagers. Thank god for having thick and long hair, it hides me and makes it so I don't have to look at anyone else for the most part.

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By the time the bell rang signalling the end of class, I was hoping Mr. Taylor would have forgotten about wanting to see me at the end of class.

But of course I wasn't that lucky, for he called my name out just as I was about to leave the classroom. Shit!

I sighed and turned to him and walked towards his desk and sat on the desk that was a foot or two in front of his desk.

"Yes?" I asked him, he smiled a little and rolled up his sleeves a bit, letting me see that he had lots of tattoos on his arms, okay so I may be a little attracted now but whatever.

"You like Chelsea Grin?" He questioned me as he leaned back in his chair and put his feet, which were in surprisingly converse, on his desk, and crossed his arms behind his head.

I was shocked at his question, I smiled and nodded however.

"How did you recognize the song?" I asked him, he scoffed but smiled.

"Are you kidding? I fucking love that music, I knew it was Chelsea Grin as soon as I heard that scream, pig squeal or whatever," I was surprised at his answer if I'm being honest. Before I could reply he spoke,

"Have you ever heard of Slipknot? " He asked and I nodded my head and answered,

"Yep, one of my favourite bands, but, Mr. Taylor, may I ask why you chose a teaching job?" I said and he smiled and slightly shook his head

"Please, call me Corey, Mr. Taylor sounds too formal, and well, I was bored, and I figured in a place such as Alabama no one would know who I was, and I was right, aside from you obviously, but I don't think your going to tell anybody, seeing as you don't have many friends here?" He said but it turned into a question by the end of the sentence.

"This is a new school for me too, and well, everyone is scared of me now because I guess they heard the rumors about me unfortunately," I said to him, he went back into a sitting position and looked seriously at me.

"What rumors Haley," He said but what was meant as a question came out as a statement, I chuckled.

"Lets just say even someone such as yourself would be scared of me if I told you, and I don't want you of all people to hate me, so the rumors will stay with me for a bit." I simply stated before walking out of the classroom swiftly with my binder in hand still, but of course just as I was leaving the classroom my pack of cigarettes fell out of my jacket pocket, "Shit," I cursed, I went to pick them up but Mr. Tay-Corey had already picked it up, he took a cigarette out and stuck it behind his ear before giving me back the pack and strolling back to his desk all calmly and confidently at the same time. He turned back to me, "Smokings bad for you missy". I just nodded and left the classroom, trying to regain my composure from seeing Corey Taylor.

I stuck the pack back in my pocket and took out my phone after setting my binder on a bench in the hallway.