Finally the first day of senior year. I thought as I walked into my homeroom. It smelled like paint and wax. I sat next to my friend Amanda in the 3rd row hoping we could pick our own seats. The teacher was nowhere to be found.
"Where is this guy?" I said.
"Not sure" Said Amanda.
All the sudden we hear the door open. As I turn around a tall man with curly hair and green eyes walk in.
"Wow" I whisper.
He was the most handsome man I have ever seen.
"Hello class! I'm Mr. Styles. I'll be teaching you English." He said with a thick British accent. All that was running through my mind was wow. That was it. Wow.
"This is just like Pretty Little Liars!" I whisper to Amanda.
"Excuse me? Is there a need for talking right now?" He asks.
Ugh his voice us just so handsome I wouldn't mind him being my Mr.Finch.
"Abby. ABBY!" Amanda whispers.
"HUH?!?" I yell.
All the sudden I hear a chuckle from a few of the kids in the back.
"He asked you a question."
"Oh. Uh no sir."
"Okay then. Moving on, I have a few rules we need to cover." He said.
I didn't really listen to his rules since well I was staring at him like he was a model. I mean he looked like an angel! Finally the bell rang and I began to pack my stuff up to head to my next class.
"Abby" He said
"Yes?"
"I don't want us to start off on the wrong foot this year. I don't like having students talk while I talk."
"Oh yes sir. I'm sorry. I was just caught off guard."
"Why is that?"
Shit. What am I suppose to say. You just walked in the room and I was blown away by your hotness?
"Uh. I wasn't expecting you to be british and teaching an English class."
Nice save Abby.
"Alright. I hope you paid attention to my rules. I am sorta strict."
The one day I don't pay attention is the day I needed to. This is gonna be a long year.
