stay behind, sweetheart

the hot tech teacher

"Come on, mate, we have tech next," yelled my friend, James.

"Ah! Coming!" I yelped, jolting from my nap. I grabbed my flask of coffee and took a sip before running (well speed walking) out of the common rooms. 

The corridors were overflowing with a sea of kids and I cursed at myself for not leaving early. Some Year Nine chavs sprayed a ridiculous amount of perfume in the air and a Year Eleven kicked his football into my leg. I had to push past a huddle of stupid Year Sevens, who think their hard, and I just had to roll my eyes.

(We call them the miniature roadmen.)

I struggled to see James now, his head becoming a blob in the distance. I tried to walk faster, but that wasn't such a such a smart idea, considering the fact I was running on coffee and coffee alone. I stumbled, almost dropping my revision notes. The wannabe roadmen looked back at me and began laughing.

"God, staying up to watch Horrible Histories just to simp over Matt Baynton was a bad idea," I muttered under my breath.

Finally, I was able to catch up with James and his long, spidery limbs, however only once I got to the classroom door.

"Damn it, Sallow, you know I can't keep up with you," I fake scolded.

James snorted and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Shortcake."

I checked my watch, almost certain that class should have started, as students (well the four other idiots who decided to take Tech for A-Levels) began to cluster around the door.

"Wait, where's Miss," I asked James, as I took a sip of my coffee.

"Oh you weren't there last lesson, right. Miss is retiring," he sighed.

I choked on the hot liquid. "I'm sorry, what? But our A-Levels. They're months away!"

James shrugged. "Eh, there's some new teacher coming. Mr 'I don't know this name'. Look, I was half asleep in the lesson."

I began to shuffle my feet nervously, the caffeine not helping my case. My friend put his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. "You know, he might just be hot."

My cheeks flushed red, in anger, but well, mostly in embarrassment. 

I remembered when I told James about my first teacher crush in Year Nine. Well, I didn't really tell him, he just found my teacher crush blog on Tumblr and began lovingly teasing me about it.

And little did I know it would haunt me until this day.

"Alright, class, get inside," shouted an American voice.

I turned around to see a tall, ebony-haired man in a cloud-grey waist coat, balancing his laptop in his arms.

"Oh damn," I whispered. "He's hot."