He started talking really fast, making me nervous. "Yeah, um, I play guitar. I have an electric one named P-pansy and a regular ac-coustic guitar that has no name." Well. I just tripped and stuttered my way through that. Good job me. "Thats good. Do you play it well?" I was kinda thrown off, because I had gotten used to nobody caring. "I think so. I haven't ever played in front of someone before. Most people don't like me. Think I'm a gay serial killer before they talk to me." He looked at me. "Are you?" He asked, in a sarcastic way. "I am not a killer. I do kill moods like joy for most of the people around me though. I've been told I am a buzzkill and far to smart for my age." For some reason, I laughed. I absolutely hate my laugh, so I covered my face with my hands and blushed.
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The Assistant Teacher
FanfictionMr. Way's girlfriend is borderline insane. Mr. Iaro's never had one. When Mr. Iaro steps into Mr. Way's classroom, both lives will be changed for the better... and worst. This is one fluffy story, and there is no smut. If you are looking for a cute...
