Owen Oakley is crazy-crazy

Chapter 1

"How many fingers do you see Sam?"

Samantha turned her head right in time to see Anna Kendrick, shoving her fingers in-front of her face.

"Six,"Sam said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"I'm not blind you dumbo" Sam exclaimed as she flicked Anna on the forehead.

"Oh come on Sam, at least be nice
enough to say, 'can you bring it a little closer cause I can't effing see' ?"

With a roll of her eyes, Samantha snatched her glasses out of Anna's hands.

Anna, was Samantha's best friend since Elementary school. She has been there with Sam in her popular gal to average glasses phases of life.

Anna was there when Samantha missed Puberty's call.

Everybody literary bet on what Sam would grow into, a girl with bones in all the right places and yet, reality was quite a disappointment, at least, that's what Sam thought.

Her big green eyes hung behind an enormous pair of glasses while her teeth had metal pieces stuck to them. And she definitely lacked in the boobs department. Not to mention her plankton's bottoms.

"Hey guys! Look who's here"

The whole class turned their heads towards the door in sync.

There stood a guy with familiar copper less -croissant like hair and blue eyes that seemed deeper than the deepest oceans.

His hands lazily muffled his hair while his eyes swarmed through the class, looking for something. Or perhaps someone.

Sam's breath hitched as she eyed the greek god standing ever so far away.

"Its him"

The class was filled with whispers and exited gasps.

"Who?!" I eagerly asked Anna, jsut to hear her whisper,

"I think he's our new lit teacher-"

"It's Owen, Owen Oakley from elementary school" A voice rang out loud making the rest of us gasp in

"Owen" Sam said as she stood up in an attempt to control her rapidly beating heart.

She couldn't beleive she was saying that name out loud again. It sounded different on her lips.

A little boy.

A boy with a sun flower in his hands, sitting on one knee as he asks,

"Sammy,"

"Will you marry me?"

"You're b-back. Um where have you be-"

Before she could even finish, her lips were sealed—sealed—with a kiss—from heaven.

Lightning bolted through Sam's body as she struggled to stand still.

Owen Oakley was kissing her?!

The guy she's dreamt about all night long is back and definitely seems ready to give her a second chance.

"Wow Sam, you haven't grown at all" he said as his hand caressed Sam's face.

Sam's mouth opened to give out an expression of excitement just in time as she felt a hand on her lack of confidence, her boobs. 

"Man you could chop garlics on these" Sam lifted her head in utter surprise to find a smirking Owen with a hand pushing her merely existing left boob.

Damn, where did that god- sent- man  go?

I glnaced around the whole class amd realized that nobody got what he said or did.

Hell- Were they playing dumb on purpose?!

He cleared his throat- this time out loud- bringing all the attention to himself just in time to say;

'Hello folks ! I'm your new Enlish literature professor"

I choked on my own saliva.

Him- the famous Owen Oakley was our professor- does that even sound mortally possible?!

I mean he's basically our age!

Before I was able to make ends meet, he started chanting out a mantra-

".......and that should give you enough inspiration to work on your next big essay project" He turned away from me and marched out of the class flashing a cheeky smile at our rep, David making him glisten in red.

Turns out the mantra- was actually something poetic in a destructive sense.