The Struggle of Ms. Carter (rewritten)

Chapter 2~

Payton's P. o. V.
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I get to school and start immediately recognizing all the familiar faces.

I try not to seem as nervous as I am.
Not that I've changed that much from my junior year—personality wise.
But let's just say I grew in more ways than one. During the summer I decided I'd finally start going to the gym, got a better job, broke up with my girlfriend, and grew a couple more inches. Needless to say I've grown and I think I'm much more at ease.
Not to mention I am a year older, which now has it's perks.
—If you count being able to vote a perk.

Anyway, I look over my schedule again in my notes and try to remember them as I walk in.
Mrs. Loran , Ceramics.
Mr. Brass, Financial Lit.
Mrs. Cane, AP psychology.
Ms. Carter, Creative Writing/teacher help.
Lucky for me I got most of my credits done in my former years so I didn't have as many classes.

Bailey and I rode together but he was still in the car, too busy on the phone with his new boy toy. So I waited for him inside on a bench until he finished up.
He came in grinning and looking for me.
I wave him over and he practically runs over with some kind of news.
"Okay so you know that guy Arthur I've been talking to?"

"Yeah you sai-" he interjects and continues.

"Me and him just became O-F-F-I-C-I-A-L!!"
I hug him, I'm happy he's found someone.

"Oh honey that's great! I'm so happy for you!"
The bell pulls us out of our happy trance and he gives me a pouted look as we part ways.
As if we don't have second and third together.
Mind you Bailey and I have been best friends by since the first day of Freshman day. We met in orientation and our humor clicked instantly.
I'm surprised we haven't gotten sick of each other by now.

I start heading to my class on the other side of the building when I nearly run into a girl rushing to get to class.
She is clearly struggling, as I see some of her papers scattering slowly across the linoleum.
"Here let me help you."
Bending down I quickly pick up all the papers and stack them neatly into a pile, as I'm doing I feel eyes on me.
I extend my arm out to her with the papers and look up to see shocked hazel eyes staring back at me. She smiled softly as she reached out to take the papers from me.
I didn't even notice how beautiful she was until we locked eyes, while she blushed a shade of crimson I stood up holding out my hand. Which she took allowing me to pull her easily from her kneeling position to standing, giving me a much better look at her.
She was a few inches shorter than me, with short, straightened, hair and a swipe fringe that framed her face perfectly. Her face was like the definition of gorgeous, down to the s.
And like that, for the first time today my anxiety completely melted away.
Staring into her siren eyes I felt a draw to her and I could see she definitely felt the same.
But she pulled away.
Understandably—I have a tendency to stare.

"Thank you I shouldn't of been so clumsy." She blurts out showing a dimpled smile, god she's adorable. Oh stop. You just met her.

"Oh don't worry sweetheart you're fine, I get it. First day, it's a hassle, I understand. Just try not to carry so much at once, these halls can be dangerous." I smile back and check my watch.

"Of course I was just so nervous for the big first day, I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"Nonsense— I should get to class, but it was nice meeting you." I said before I went off to my first class.

Throughout the day I found myself growing less and less interested, and don't get me wrong I'm not dumb. I'm actually pretty smart, it's all just a little boring.
I just couldn't help but let my mind wander off to the girl from earlier, I told Bailey about it. He of course got excited and wouldn't stop asking me questions which I waved off.

We'd just said our goodbyes until I had to pick him up from after his fifth hour. He has an extra hour, and his parents haven't bought him a car yet so ever since I saved up for one, my sophomore year, I've been picking him up.

I'm headed for my last hour and I hope Ms. Carter is tolerable enough to get me through it. I'm starving and I spent my lunch break theorizing all the ways I could possibly see the blonde again. I mean it really does sound bad when I put it like that but have you ever just met someone you were so polarized by? Someone you just, had to know ?

Well anyway. I haven't heard of the name before so she must be new.
Just as I turn the corner I see the girl I bumped into earlier, she was talking with another teacher I had, Mr. Brass. With the distance I was able to zero in on her outfit and needless to say, she's a teacher.
And not just any teacher, but my teacher.
I couldn't help but grin to myself at how ridiculous I've been acting—over a teacher nonetheless.
I waited by a locker with some friends from my ceramics class until she went in and then followed suit.
When I walked in I put my game face on. Which just means that I tried not to let my rbf get in the way of looking approachable.

I took a seat near the window toward the back and observed the room. It was neat enough but she was new so I'd probably be helping her decorate as per my "teacher's aid".
My thoughts were cut off by the bell and everyone zoned in on our new teacher.
I watched as she stood and walked around to stand in front of her desk.

Ms. Carter's P. O. V. ~
"Hello 4th hour my name is Ms. Carter, and I'll be your Creative Writing teacher for this year."