Mr. Tomlinson >> MPreg Larry

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Zayn and I walked down the English corridor pushing past a nerd every now and then or checking out some girl. There had been news of a new teacher around school but no one knew his name, what he looked like or even what subject he was teaching but a new car had made its way into our old teachers car parking space, indicating that Mr. Pratt had gone and someone had arrived.

Zayn and I haven’t seen the car yet but apparently it was a Jaguar or Porsche… well some overly priced car. I don’t understand why someone felt the need to go out and buy a car so they could flaunt their riches.

They don’t understand that there are people who are dirt poor and needy. As you may have guessed I am one of those people who are barely getting enough money to buy food.

My mother and he newest husband kicked me out when I somehow found the courage to come out to them. Yes I am gay. I check girls out so I don’t get judged or challenged about it by anyone at school.

I cringe at the short skirts and shorts and the boob tubes and caked make-up. Even if I was straight I wouldn’t want a girl who had tons of make-up smeared across her face.

“Mate… Harry” Zayn elbowed my ribs. “Oh sorry, I was thinking about something” I replied. Zayn and I have been best friends for years, even before I got kicked out by my parents. When he asked why I got kicked out I told a lie. But he has seen me in the lowest of my low. When I have been angry, happy and miserable.

“I know, you were in your own little world huh?” Zayn laughed and opened the door to our English classroom. Paper planes were flying all around us and girls squeals and the guys barks of laughter was very audible.

“So, how old do you think the teacher will be?” I ask Zayn as we walk to our seats.

“I am going to go for…” he paused and placed his finger on his chin in thought “I am going to say fifty something” he replied and pulled a pen out of his blazer pocket.

Yes we wear uniform. But I untuck my shirt, wear eyeliner and ‘accidentally’ leave my tie at home.

I grinned and put my English book on the table. Then the door to the classroom opened.

He strolled into the room and slowly shut the door behind him. The loud class was silent and not a single paper plane was flying. Everyone was admiring the blue eyed beauty before us.

The teacher grinned and started writing his name on the board. It spelt Mr. Tomlinson. Then it hit me.

Mr. Tomlinson our new English teacher.

I gaped at him. I’m pretty sure half the class were too. Mr. Tomlinson’s face is flawless. No spots, wrinkles, nothing. His hair is longer than I expected but it’s swept to the side in a scruffy/cute kind of fashion. His clothing is definitely very chilled and relaxed and he looks way younger than ‘Fifty something’. His tight jeans hug his waist and his gorgeous arse.