katiewhat11

Lana and I parted ways & I started towards my first class of the day, 
          	
          	Literature. I am in love with literature. Its like reading someone elses emotions, using completley fictional charecters. 
          	Being pulled out of my thoughts i hear some group of people whistling at me and calling me a "sexy mama". I turn around to meet a group of shitheads staring right at me. I didn't know what else to do so I just casually flipped them off, meeting a rather tall man leaning more to his left side, with eyes of emerald green. We held an uncomforably long stare before I broke it, and waddled off to class un-bothered. 
          	
          	Mr. Biersack, my literature teacher, was, and excuse my french, but he was hot as fuck. Even though hes like twice my age... age is just a number right? With that in mind my imagination drifted back to the tall boy with curly hair. I remember him biting his lip while looking at me, i think, maybe i just think he did..
          	
          	Whatever happened, all i knew is that i had, and i repeat HAD to meet him. I felt special inside when i looked at him.