Teach Me ( Marilyn Manson X Reader Fanfiction )

Your New Teacher

You had been in your second year of high school. To this point you didn't have any friends. They were more acquaintances. You know it probably had been because of your interests and style mostly. You wore colored contacts to school, band-tees, any colored skinny jeans, your hair always straightened with bangs cut straight across just above your eyes and heavy eye makeup. People most of the time left you alone but there were always those assholes. They'd tease you on how it's not Halloween anymore. As if you fucking knew that. If anyone who knows when it's Halloween, it's you. You tend to hangout in the library during lunch reading or drawing. Today however, all of that was going to change with one simple thing. Your teacher had been fired and you had a different substitute each day for the last two weeks. Some were nice and others...an asshole and straight down strict. Your last substitute had said starting Monday you'd guys finally get a new permanent teacher. You thought it was about time but what if your teacher was a total bitch? You giggled to yourself silently and the bell rang to go home. Thank the Lord satan for it being Friday and now you can enjoy your weekend. Both your mom and dad worked this weekend and you couldn't be be more happy having the house to yourself. It's not like you'd have a party or anything but, simply, you could do whatever the hell you want. You arrived at your house greeting your parents and telling them how your day was. "So sweetie how was your day?" "Same old, like always." You helped prepare dinner and the rest of the day/night went on. Exhausted, you threw yourself onto your bed. The weekend passed with endless junk food, and internet which was great. Monday came and you wore your Lavey shirt that you secretly bought online. It had the baphomet behind him and your family was Christian. It was pretty hot out so with that you wore black ripped tights, black jean skirt and your boots. Heavy liner with your white contacts included. You walked into class being the first and not seeing your teacher yet. Hopefully you'd scare them away off the planet. You opened your notebook and doodled away. More students came in and you ignored. Then the bell rang and still no teacher. Your principle walked in and asked for everyone's attention. "Everyone I want you guys to treat your new teacher with respect please don't question his look either. It isn't what you'd see so please welcome Mr. Warner. Still doodling, you giggled to yourself imagining this new teacher. 'Well with a name like that he sure sounds hideous.' Students gasped and you couldn't help but think of him as ugly and a bit round in his figure. You raised up your head and your eyes widened. You felt it. The anxiety kicking in, your muscles tensing, your heartbeat racing and you wanting to scream. 'Its motherfucking Marilyn Manson! It's really him!! ," you screamed in your mind. " No you must contain yourself. The last thing you want to do is draw attention to yourself more than you usually do. "Greetings everyone. I'm Mr. Warner, your new teacher. I hope I can help you all with your education onto graduating and reaching your goals." Your principle said his farewell and left the classroom. "Alright class today all I want to do is get to know you, so I'll pass out paper and write some questions for you to answer." Your inner fangirl was kicking in and you moved your foot up and down quickly making sure not to make any sound and eye-contact. No this couldn't be happening. It isn't real, but it was. Any moment now he'd pass out the paper and reach your desk. Of course you'd have to see him. What were you going to do?