𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

25; the hot teacher

The Hot Teacher

-I deleted the last chapter because it was capital H, horrible-

Imagine 25:

"Hey, Y/n, did you hear about our new math teacher?" Corbyn asked as he walked up to Y/n's locker. Y/n looked up at him, confusion written with pale letters over her face.

"New teacher? What happened to the old one?" she couldn't help but wonder that he got fired. Let's just say, he wasn't the best. He'd given Y/n an F on a test because she forgot to put a negative sign in front of the integer— there were 50 questions.

"I think he got fired," Corbyn whispered. Y/n's best friend, Corbyn, wasn't like the rest of the kids in the small town's high school. He wasn't looking for trouble, and he didn't 'hoe around' as some would call it. He was genuinely a nice person, and a good friend.

"Why'd he get fired?"

"Well," Corbyn started as he walked with Y/n in the crowded halls. Kids were flying from the left and right, and yelling could be heard from miles away. School hadn't even started yet. They walked hand in hand, as they always did, people would stare, but they didn't mind. "I think he, like, tried to get with a student or something."

"Wait! Seriously? That's disgusting, especially since he's, like, 100 years old," they both cringed and laughed.

"Exactly! But it wouldn't matter— he's still a teacher. Nasty," Corbyn pretended to gag himself with his fingers.

"Yeah, but like if it was this hot 21 year old, with, like, amazing abs, and really good hair— plus, a guy with good style, and he also had a good smile, then I wouldn't mind," she smiled.

"That's nasty, but I don't disagree, but it's wrong," they giggled.

"It's not wrong if you don't get caught," Y/n laughed.

Corbyn walked into his first class, away from Y/n. "I like the way you think," he winked.

The senior shook her head and laughed, walking to math, her first class.

She really didn't mind math, it wasn't bad, but it wasn't fun either, but she dealt with it. She walked into the room full of people, but no teacher.

The young girl found her seat and sat down, quietly taking out her book and started to read.

A hazing, boom of shoes walked into the room. Everyone's eyes looked up— including Y/n's.

There stood, the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He stood to be about 5'11, he had great hair, and a good clothing choice. He smiled brightly at the class, and of course, a perfect smile he had.

His eyes light up and the sight of the classroom. Teaching was his dream job, and he had finally accomplished it.

"Good morning, class! My name is Daniel Seavey, but as students, I assume you know not to call me by my first name. Furthermore, call me Mr. Seavey."

One word came to Y/n's mind: Hot.

"Sir!"

"Yes, student that I have no idea what your name is," the class laughed.

"It's Kara."

"Okay, Kara, thanks for telling me, I'll have to remember that," he smiled, "what's up?"

"Can I call you daddy Daniel?" The class snickered and the blue eyed boy glowed with embarrassment.

"Uh, no, you may not. But you can call math your daddy," he joked and the class laughed.