Forbidden love

1

"Have you seen him?" My friend Lucia asked.

"Seen who?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Are you not listening?" My other friend Janet said and rolled her eyes.

"No" I sighed. I was too busy thinking about how I wanted to leave this place and never come back "anyway, who were you talking about?"

"Mr. harrison. he's the new English teacher, he's beautiful. He's only 20 years old! I'm jealous of people in his registration class" Lucia pouted.

"Well you might be! You haven't got your room yet!" I laughed at the way Her eyes almost popped out of her head at her words.

"Not sure I could be in his registration, don't think I could control myself to not kiss him" Janet laughed.

"I want to see this man!!" I told them "surly he can't be that good looking"

"Be quiet everyone!" He head teacher walked in to the room "morning registration rooms are as follows" I looked down and saw I was number 5. I just had to be told which room id be in "registration class 1. science room 7"

"Fuck" Lucia muttered under her breath "no Mr. harrison for me"

"Reg class 2. Music 5"

"Mr McCartney, huh, good enough I guess!" Janet said a tad too loud.

Soon it was class 5 "Reg 5. English 9"

I had two pairs of eyes sinking in to me. I had Mr. Harrison, and they weren't happy.

"Lucky shit!" Luce shoved me playfully as we snuck off to have a smoke before we went to our assigned rooms.

"Jealous" Janet sighed.

"Right, got to go meet my future boyfriend now so bye" I laughed and turned in the opposite direction of my two best friends who were laughing at my comment of 'boyfriend'.

I walked down the halls on my own and finally got to English 9. here goes nothing, I breathed heavily and pushed open the door.

Everyone's eyes were glued on me as I walked in exceedingly late. I tried to stay calm and took a deep breath "sorry mr. ha-" that's when I looked at him. he's fang like teeth showing, his chocolate brown eyes and lovely eyelashes. he's lovely mop topped hair and very (very) nicely fitted suit. He's perfect, I thought, and he's going to hate me because I'm late.

"Where've you been?" He drawled in a sexy Liverpudlian accent. Fuck. even his accent was sexy.

"She was out having a cigarette sir!" Louise batted her eyelashes at Mr. Harrison and smiled.

George smirked and looked at me "don't blame you, could do with one myself"

"Y-yeah" I stuttered.

"Right, erm-"

"Martha" I told my incredibly handsome teacher.

"Martha. right, you sit right here" he said and pointed to the desk in front of his desk. my breath hitched in my throat. I'm going to be pretty much staring at him every morning, 5 days a week for a whole year.. crap.

I nodded (because I was unable to speak) and sat down in the place he was tapping with his hand.

"So as I was saying" Mr Harrison went on "you're my responsibility through the next year, ask me for help, I'm all ears. I'll listen to your problems but I also have rules to follow" just then he turned his head towards me "but, I believe rules are made to be broken" he then looked away "but obviously that depends on what you're asking me. now, be nice, this is my first year teaching and its scary for me, so yeah.. just erm.. I guess chat among yourselves"

All the form ignored what he said apart from talking to each other, and so they babbled on.

"Martha, you're studying English literature right?" Mr Harrison asked me, sitting in the seat next to me. poor thing must've felt sorry for me sitting alone and decided to be company.

"Yeah" I smiled nervously.

"Saw you on the register, straight after this yano" he told me.

My head was fixated In front of me in fear that if I turned my head id just have to kiss him.

"Yeah, i saw on my timetable" I laughed uncomfortably.

"Martha?" He asked. instinctively I looked towards him. for fucks sake "do you have a cigaret? I'll pay you back tomorrow, it's just I've left mine at home and I'm really stressed out"

I chuckled. my teacher asked me for a cigaret. he was good looking and came and started talking to me.. i was getting favourite student already! I quickly plucked the packet from my blazer pocket and Handed him two.

"You'll need another later" I smirked. I needed to stop doing that, the flirty little smile I kept giving him.

"It's fine, just need one" Mr Harrison smiled and put one back in my hand "I'll ask Mr McCartney for another later"

"Take it.. at this school you'll need a smoke every 5 minutes" I said passing it back.

"I like you" george winked, unfortunately in a friendly manner and shoved them in his pocket "I was just like you at school, which was only 4 years ago may I add" he winked again. I wish he'd stop doing that "I'm only In this bloody job because it's the only thing that would stop my patents moaning. I want to be a famous guitarist. me and paul are in a band. we're called the Beatles"

"That's nice" was all I could mange, I was still almost hyperventilating over the two winks I had received.

"Are you ok Martha?" he asked.

I closed my eyes and took a rather large deep breath again "I'm fine mr harrison" I looked at him and smiled.

"It's george to you" he whispered in my ear making me blush.

"Ok. george" I said breathy.

Suddenly the bell rang forcing george to spring away from me and tell the class to move on to first lesson of the day.

I felt sick. George, as i would now refer to him, was flirting with me. he had to be. it doesn't mean he likes me.. heck he's pretty much still a teenager. teenage boys will flirt with any girl they see.

Soon it was just him and In the classroom. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he lit a smoke and took long drags and closed his eyes as he relaxed from it.

"Mr Harrison"

"George"

"George.. were not supposed to smoke inside" I told him.

"What did I say?" He got closer to me again "rules are made to be broken"

"So you wouldn't protest if I lighted a cigaret right now?" I tested him.

"Please don't I'll be fired!" He said quickly, snapping out of being a cool, relaxed teacher and turned in to a frustrated one.

"I'm joking" I laughed.

"Good" he breathed heavily and relaxed again "so how old are you Martha?"

"16.. 17 in two weeks. what about you?"

"20, I'm 21 in two weeks too, what a coincidence" he winked making my heart melt "25th September" (a/n I know it's not but chill out its AU)

"Mine too!" I giggled.

George opened his mouth to talk again when a bunch of students walked through the door.

I sighed, wanting to know what he was going to say next. throughout the lesson, he stayed far away from me, unlike earlier. probably didn't want to be caught not paying attention to the ancient 'seen but not heard' rule.

After English the day was Boring. I now lived for the mornings.. george made my life seem worth while.