So wrong, but so so right. (A Benedict Cumberbatch)

Mr. Cumberbatch

"Good Morning, my name is Mr. Cumberbatch."

Rosie could hear him from inside the classroom. She knew she was in trouble. Late to her first lesson of the year, with her new English teacher. Not the best way to start, granted, but here she was.

She knocked before entering, it seemed more... Polite.

"Morning sir, sorry I'm late." She apologised as she walked as fast as she could to the nearest empty seat, trying desperately not to look at him.

"And why might you be late?" He asked.

Fuck, now she needed to come up with an excuse.

"Um, I was in the loo." That was terrible, but it'd have to do for now.

Mr. Cumberbatch nodded his head skeptically, but he didn't push any further.

Rosie breathed a sigh of relief when he turned around, switching his focus back to the task at hand.

God he was so utterly gorgeous! I mean, for a teacher he was just off the scale! Super defined cheekbones that looked like you could cut yourself on them, piercing bluey grey eyes and the most beautiful, thick, glossy, amazing curly hair that you could ask for. He was way up the scale, along-side Tom Hiddleston, maybe even higher, and that was saying something.

How was she ever supposed to concentrate with such a good looking teacher?

"Rosie? Rosie?" Her head snapped up at the sound of her name.

"Um, yes, sorry what was that?" She asked him, blissfully unaware of what he had said.

"I was just informing the class of your homework." He was staring at her, his face stern.

"As I was saying, you will need to write two hundred words minimum, due in for Wednesday." He looked straight at me, "That means you have two days to do it, yes?"

"Yes." I answered.

He may have been beautiful, but he was a patronising little bastard. Shame, she thought, the best guys are always either arrogant, abusive or gay. That's why Tom Hiddleston was at the top of the list. He was neither.

Eventually the bell rang.

"Right off you go then, don't forget the homework. Oh and Rosie, stay behind."

She sighed. Now what?

Once everyone had left she walked up to his desk, where he was perched on the edge.

She smiled at him, raising her eyebrows a tad. Maybe if she was nice to him, he would be nice to her.

"Rosie, I know this was our first lesson, but I was disappointed with your level of concentration in class today." He paused as if waiting for her to say something.

"So, I'm setting you a piece of extra homework. I would like you to write at least two A4 pages about something. Anything, you choose. Something you like, dislike, why, about absolutely anything. Okay?"

She nodded.

"Good."

He looked at her. No, stared. It was a little creepy to be honest. He was smiling too, which made it worse.

"So... Is that it?" Rosie said, breaking the awkward silence that had settled.

"Oh, yes, that's it. Off you go."

She left.

What a dick. Extra homework because she was daydreaming? What was his problem!?

But his voice... His voice was like pure silk.