Hope's Romance (On Hold Until Jan)

~Chapter Two

Hey guys!! I actually got really happy when I saw the number of reads going up! I hope you save it to you reading list!! Anyways, enjoy people, and I will most likely upload three times a week, simply because I can’t resist, I know I’ve only upload 1 chapter, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about ideas! Oh help me -.-

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Recap- 

That was the million dollar question, what do I do?

Chapter Two - Fights and Kisses

I couldn’t think straight, the guy from the shops is my teacher. My freaking teacher. So what now? What do I do about this ‘thing’ I have every time I see him? His voice snapped me out of the daze, and I forced myself to look at him.

He’s skin was a pale but not deathly type, he’s arm muscles are visible through his shirt; he was obviously strong by the size of his muscles. My eyes, on their own accord glided up to his face, his perfectly sculptured face. He’s cheeks were cleanly shaven, making him look even more handsome, is that even possible?

I suddenly felt conscious of how I was, one arm holding up my head, staring at the teacher and probably not far off drooling. Great first impression Hope, wait why am I trying to impress him, he’s a teacher Hope, get it together.

“Some of you may or may not know, but I am the new replacement teacher for Mr Anderson” everyone cheered, everyone hated that guy.

“My name is Mr Corvin, and I expect no less than your full respect and cooperation.”

A few mumbled okay and then one of the girls raised their hands; of course one of the known skanks would put their hand up. Mr Corvin nodded, as is to say go on with your question.

“Seems as though you are new and everything, how about we play a game, we ask you questions?”

“I think that is far, although I do have one rule, when you ask me a question I get to ask you one back.”

“What a very good idea sir” skank replied twisting her hair around her finger, no no that’s no her name, oh its Chloe... I like skank better to be honest.

 After a dozen questions I learned that, he’s favourite colour is blue (funny mines aqua), favourite genre of music is country, although he like a variety, he’s style of communication is pen and paper and he owns a black Ferrari (apparently he likes fast cars). 

When it came to my turn I froze, I hadn’t thought of a question, what could I ask that no one else has asked?

“Well miss?”

“Anastasia, Hope Anastasia.”

“Well, Miss Anastasia, I do believe it is your turn”

“Oh yeah, umm...” I desperately tried to think of something different, and then it clicked

“Go shopping often?”  I smirked, and then he smiled, he smiled an amazing smile that reached he’s eyes and I was lost.

A few people were confused and the girls gave me dirty looks for asking stupid questions. It wasn’t stupid; it was something we shared that no one else did.

“Actually no, I don’t like shopping.” He turned his nose up at the word shopping like it was a rotten apple.

“You have question for me?” I seemed to pull him out of deep thoughts when I spoke and he looked at me and smiled.

“Yes, did you know that noodles are unhealthy?” He laughed, and then went on to the next person.

The rest of the day went quickly, I soon realised I had a goofy grin on my face the rest of the day, ever since English. At lunch Keegan decided we had to be touching for him to survive, so I had trouble eating my taco because our hands were interlaced.