They don't need to understand.

The worlds in our hands.

Sara was just an innocent teenager, struggling to find reality, so lost. So well.... perfect.

She was always faking a smile so she could avoid getting picked on, even though it clearly hasn't been working.

She has been giving them less of a reason to bring her down. She's eighteen years old and she is steadily making her way through school.

Her best friend Alyssa has been helping her since sophomore year, but soon enough she has to graduate highshcool and move on to much "greater" things in life as they say.

Sara's POV.

I was walking through the hallways of the wretched place I call school.

'God i'm so glad i'll be out of here soon' I think to myself as I walk to my first period class.

I take a seat in the back of the classroom and put in my headphones and make sure they blend in with my hair.

I turn on Sleeping With Sirens, deja vu.

Hell yeah!

I pull out my drawing book and start drawing.

Ten minutes pass and i'm finally done with my sketch of Austin Carlile.

Alyssa taps on my arm, I glance up at her to see her pointing to the front of the classroom. 'Oh no I got caught!' I think to myself, I look up nervously to the front of the room and I see this gorgeous man with Blue eyes, Black shoulder length hair and A motely crue shirt on with black skinny jeans.

I stare in awe, Alyssa snapped her fingers in front of my eyes. I came back to reality, It hit me. This is our teacher for the rest of the year.

I mentally punch myself.

I read the board behind where he is standing.

Mr. Biersack.

Okay, check. That makes him even more attractive.

For the remainder of the period, I just stare at his perfection.

He has a lip ring.. Oh my..

I find myself fantasizing about him and me.. The desk.. Oh my..

RINGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!

Oh god..

"SARA FASSINO AFTER CLASS WITH ME!"

I try walking out of the door like the rebel I am.

In a swift movement I feel my wrists getting clenched by a cold strong hand, I get flung backwards and there stands none other than.

Mr. Biersack.

"Sit. Now."

I sit down and hide my face.

"You realize that drawing in my class is prohibited, correct?" He asks.

I nod slowly.

"May I see this drawing Mrs. Fassino?"

I shakily pull out my drawing book and hand it to him carefully.

There is a silence between us, I could feel my palms getting sweaty.

"This is marvelous... Is this going to be a profession for you once you are out of school?" He asks in wonder.

I nod, "Yes sir." I say in my usual quiet voice.

He blushes.. Awe!

He looks at me and smiles, I blush.

He gave me my book back, and said to me in a sweet, loving tone.

"Keep it up, I'm sorry for speaking to you that way, I'll try to be nicer."

I just smile.

Then I remembered... "I'm going to be late to my next class!" I say in shame.

He looks down then glances up at me.

I stand up and grab my things, as i'm walking out he says my name.

"Hey Sara, i'm glad you're in my class this year." He says sweetly and he gently kisses my cheek.

Oh god...