Y/n POV
I'm sitting at the table with Kokoro while she eats breakfast.
"Go get something to eat, kid," she says, breaking me from my daydreams.
"Nah, Imma get stuff at the dairy on the way," I say, sipping at a glass of OJ.
"Whatever, just don't be late for your first day, also don't give your teacher too much attitude,"she says finishing up her breakfast, and grabbing her purse.
"'Ight I'm off to work. Get your ass moving. Here's $20 bucks for breaky," Kokoro says handing me money.
"Thanks," I say, as she left.
I grab my stuff and headed out the door, barely remembering the money.
When I got to the dairy it took me about 10 minutes to decide what to get. In the end I chose to get a pack of TicTacs, gum, and a can of Monster.
I had to walk reasonably quick, knowing I'd be a couple minutes late for class.
*Timeskip*
"1A, 1A, 1A..." I murmur, looking for my class.
"Ugh finally," I groan opening the door, with the hand that's not occupied with my energy drink.
When I walked inside everyones eyes were on me. Usually I get uncomfortable, but today I really didn't give a sh*t. I looked at the teacher.
"Eh, cute I guess," I thought.
"You're 5 minutes late," He said eyeing me down.
"Never mind,"
"And...," I reply, really not in the mood.
"Well, are you at least going to apologise?" He continues.
I sigh, "I'm so sorry I was late, Mr. Whatever The F*ck Your Name Is," I say sarcasticly, while taking my seat at the front row.
"See me after class," he says giving me a death stare.
I roll my eyes at him.
Through out the whole class, every time we made eye contact I'd get butterflies.
"WTF is wrong with me, he's the freaking teacher,"
*time skip to after class*
I grab my bag and start to leave the classroom.
"Oi, kid," the teacher calls while I'm in the doorway.
"What do you want?" I reply on the verge of screaming.
The rest of the class leaves the room and I shut the door.
"First, you arrive late, second, you give me attitude, and third, you didn't listen at all in class," he says leaning against his desk.
"Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to give sh*t" I say, again, with sarcasm.
I see his scarf come flying towards me. It wraps around my shoulders and pushes me back against the wall, knocking the wind out of me.
He walks towards me, releasing the scarf.
He places his hand above my shoulder on the wall, pinning me in.
"He's leaving enough room for me to escape, but, I kinda like where this is going," I think to myself.
"Don't give me attitude," he says sternly.
"Make me," I reply with a small smirk.
He moves his face to talk into my ear.
"Don't tell me to make you, or next time.. I will," he whispers with a slight seductive tone in his voice.
He removes his hand and walks back to his desk. I stand there a little shocked.
"We have training tomorrow, don't forget your PE gear," he says dismissing me.
*time skip - 11:00 pm*
"I wish he kissed me, wait what no, hang on wouldn't that be a paedophilic relationship? Eh, If no one know I guess it doesn't matter,"
2 hours later...
"I can't stop thinking about him..."
*time skip - the next day*
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... hehe
M'kay, on to Le chapitre suivant.