Mr. Irwin

Distractions

Another Thursday of another ordinary day in 6th form where I can peacefully check out my extremely good looking history teacher.. His name is Mr Irwin And let me tell you... if he were a tree, I'd climb all over that!

Oh God... what am I even saying?! He's a teacher! I should stereo typically find him very unattractive and too old for me but no... it's the opposite in this case. I am almost 18 and studying for my A levels... And Mr Irwin is 24... he's the newest teacher in the whole school and everybody... I'm not joking, every girl and even some boys think he is like a freaking Calvin Klein underwear model in disguise.

So I have history 8 times through out my entire week so you see my dilemma here, I want to do good in the subject but there's just a little distraction. I've always been good at this subject and I love it but whenever Mr Irwin is explaining something, I end up staring at his lips or the way he runs his hand through his hair... and when he turns to write something on the board... I just stare at the way his muscles flex underneath his shirt.

This is actually a problem. I'm not too sure if Mr Irwin has caught on to it yet but he will soon enough and when he does I will end up changing schools then my name and the way I look out of embarrassment.
Speaking of history, that's where I am now. Last period and he was saying something about the Russian Civil war.

"Kass, do you have any ideas?" his voice broke me out of my daydream and I literally jumped up completely confused at what was going on. Everyone was looking at me and some had amused smiles on their faces.

"No... uh, sorry?" I smiled weakly and Mr Irwin took a deep breathe in.

"Alright Kass, I'm gonna need to see you after school for a couple of minutes," he pushed his glasses up to the brim of his nose. The rest of the lesson passed with me kind of anticipating the one on one with Mr Irwin...