Staples And Statistics

'What about Dickens?'

Hi! It's Helen! I've come up with an idea that me and Becky will put either 🍪 - (me) OR 🎧 - (Becky) at the beginning of each chapter, so if we need to edit stuff later we can see who wrote each chapter.

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Vienna's POV

'Jeez Ro, you wont do anything embarrassing!' She was freaking out about having to present what she'd done over the holidays in AP Lit. 'You've been more productive than me! You won't say anything like, oh I don't know... "I fucked a goat" - A because you'd get yelled at, and B even you wouldn't do that.'

'Rude!' She said, elbowing me.
'I'm warning you Mitchell, I have incredibly pointy elbows'
'I'd also just like to point out I could stab you in the eye with a drumstick' Ashton sighed, shaking his head at us both.
'Sorry drum master' I said, putting my hands up in defence.

Luckily this year, we'd got to choose our own seats. I'd ran inside and got the best table for me, Ro and Ash, right at the back. I'd nearly tripped over one of the chairs, which wasn't a good start.

'As long as we don't have... Shit' I groaned, the bitchiest teacher, Mrs Arsen,walked past. And true to her name, she's an arse.
'What's that Watson?' She barked
'Oh, nothing at all Miss' I said innocently, and and a bit sarcastically.
'The only language I want to here from you young lady is Shakespeare'
'What about Dickens?'
'AHA! She said dick!' An 8th grader giggled running past and distracting her. She ran to catch him up, though it was more like a lopsided shuffle in her granny shoes.
'What about Dickens!? OH MY GOD' Rose laughed, covering her mouth with both hands.
'Glad I could be used a source of amusement' I said, adjusting my bag pack.
'What is that our teacher?' Someone gasped from behind us. I snapped my head in the direction she was looking.

He was young, very young, maybe in his early to mid twenties.

His hair was black and pushed back, not in a quiff way though, he had brown eyes, long eyelashes and an amazing jawline. He was dressed in a khaki coloured jumper, dark grey ripped jeans and scarlet combat boots. (A/N : any guesses to who this might be?).

'Shit he's hot' I heard someone whisper behind me, probably Acacia.
'And he's also a teacher and probably married' I said, turning around.

He unlocked the door and we filled in, we sat down.

'Right, I'm Mr. Malik' he said, sitting on his desk.
'He's British!' I whispered in Rose's ear.
'As you can see, I'm not from here, I'm from a place called Bradford in the U.K.'
'Score!' I said, doing a mini fist pump.
'I believe that you've had to do a presentation on what you did over the holidays, am I correct?'
We nodded.
'So, who wants to go first?'
No one replied or put their hands up.

Half the girls in the room where staring intently at him. I laughed and pointed them out to Ash and Rose, the school slut, Acacia Brinley (A/N : NO HATE - well, maybe a little), was gawping and whispering to her little friends.

'Right' he said, clapping his hands together. 'I won't be assessing you in this, so just use this as a lesson to adapt to talking to a group of people'

'This year, I got married' I saw Acacia's face and had to stifle laughter, covering my mouth with my hands, Ashton looked like he was going to wet himself. Just then I noticed, Michael, Luke and Calum sitting not too far away from us. I made eye contact with Luke and smiled, he grinned back and I turned around.

He clicked the remote and a few pictures came up, the majority of the girls in the class awed, and even the lads were grinning.

'I also moved to America and had lost half my luggage on the plane, never saw it again'
'Which airline where you flying with sir?' I asked
'Why do you wanna know Watson?' Smirked Acacia 'you gonna stalk him?'
'The whole part of going to school, Is to gain knowledge Brinley. I don't think you quite understand the concept of school yet, why don't you go back to Kindergarten, you've got the mental capacity of a six year old, so it should suit you perfectly'
She just glared at me.
'US Airlines' he replied promptly.
'And what did you loose sir?' Ashton asked
'Most of my wife's CD collection'

The lesson continued with friendly banter and a few glares from Acacia. Then the bell rang and everyone started packing away.

'Right people! Next lesson it'll be your turn!' Mr.Malik called, and we left he classroom.

'Hey guys! Wait up!' And Australian accent called, it was Calum, with Luke and Michael running behind him. 'What we got now?'

'Lunch' Ashton replied.

We ended up sitting together, and everything was going well, until Acacia decided to put her lunch tray on her table and started flirting with Luke.

Sweet mother of Jesus. We're fucked.

A/N 🎧 I am so fudging sorry about this late update, I didn't realise that Helen wouldn't be able to update on Sunday and so I logged in yesterday, but the chapters had gone! Got them back tho, and updates will be on a Sunday from now on.
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Becky xx