How to get an A [TeacherxStudent] .:COMPLETE:.

Chapter One

   I tucked my scarf in my jacket, constantly fogging my hands for warmth. The cold harshly bit at my skin. There was barely any wind, but it was freezing cold. Today is the first day of school, and it just happened to be on the 'estimated' coldest day of September, according to the radio station. My jacket was starting to get small on me since it's the same jacket I had from 13. These boots are half a size smaller, but they're the only warm boots I have. I have on a sweater under my jacket, but I can't afford to keep on wearing too much clothes. Washing them costs a lot of money.

  I picked my pace up so I could hopefully start to sweat. The school quickly came into view. Usually, the popular students would be hanging around and trying to look 'cool,' but apparently the cold beat them to it. The sounds of my footsteps and the wind filled my ears. I kept my eyes straight on the school's entrance. I crossed the street and entered the red bricked building. 

  Opening the main door, I stepped into the building. Warmth quickly engulfed my body. Hastily taking off my jacket, I headed over to the office. It was as if the hallways were abandoned. My footsteps echoed throughout the hallways, creating soft thumps. I turned a corner and knocked on the office door.

Weird, it's always open on the first day of school.

   Suddenly, voices began to echo off the walls. I looked around, the soft echoes turning into murmurs, following a hearty laugh. Turning the corner was my previous ELA teacher, Mr. Watkins, and my previous chemistry teacher, Ms. Johnson.

   Mr. Watkins is a man in his late 40s. He has short blond hair and youthful brown eyes. He has little facial hair and is the average height of an American male. Ms. Johnson, who we all used to call Mrs. Watkins because she had a thing for Mr. Watkins, is a woman in her early 40s. She's a bubbly brunette with long hair and brown eyes. She's about 5'6, but always wore heels. 

   Their chattering died down as soon as their eyes landed on me. Ms. Johnson gave me a confused glance, which was later on Mr. Watkins's face.

"Um... Susanne. What are you doing here?" said Mr. Watkins, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

"I-I.."

  Clearing my throat, I continued.

"I was going to the office, but there's nobody there yet."

   Ms. Johnson smiled and shook her head.

"Sweetie, it's 6:00."

   I groaned and my back hit the wall, grumpily sliding down.

"Why did you come here so early?"

"I thought it was 9 because my alarm didn't wake me up and outside looked dull. I didn't even glance at the time, I just put on warm clothes and left. Now that I think about it, it's too dark to be 9."

  Mr. Watkins and Ms. Johnson exchanged glances and walked away. I headed to the main entrance where I could watch outside. Finally arriving there, I leaned on the bar that separated the glass and the radiator.

   Many cars passed by and slowly people started to come in. A sleek royal blue car caught my eyes. I watched as it drove into the driveway. Many eyes were on the car, even the 'cool' crew was staring. I assume it's the school rich boy, Jerald, and his 60th car. I dislike him... he makes fun of people who are less fortunate than him and is a bully. At a first glance, he looks like an innocent person with cute features, nothing handsome at all. But as soon as he opens those pink feminine lips of his, the voice of an arrogant man startles you.

    I watched as the car drove to the teacher's parking. I raised an eyebrow; Does Jerald really think he's that good to park with teachers? I curiously watched the car door open. Jerald came out of the car, his blond hair dyed brown, ran a hand through it. I glared at the back of his head and rolled my eyes. Another car caught my eyes. This one was most likely a sports car, that was coated in black and had clean green streaks on the sides. They parked in the student parking lot and many people circled it. Raising a confused eyebrow, the person came out of the car. A blond full head of hair popped out and my eyes roamed over to the other car.

   I curiously watched as the brown head of hair turned around, his wavy textured hair bouncing with every step he took. My mouth slowly opened when he approached the main doors.

'Oh shit, oh shit!'

   My mind was screaming every name in the book. The front door creaked open and I plopped my jacket on my head. The cold wind bit at my sides and the door slowly closed.

It was silent.

   I could literally hear my heartbeat throbbing loudly in my chest.

'Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack!'

   Suddenly, his footsteps halted. I braced myself for what would happen and tightly squinted my eyes shut.

"Coglione*..."

'Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack...'

   Once his footsteps weren't audible to my ears, I took off my jacket and quickly inhaled, not even realizing I was holding my breath. I can't believe it. It's him, it has to be him. I can't be any more surer than I am right now. That is him...

That's the man who I lap danced a week ago.

Well? How was it? Drop a comment, vote, fan, I don't know. Was this alright? Please tell me, I want to become better at writing. And also, coglione is an Italian slang word for idiot. The plural is coglioni, which literally translate into testis. Hope you enjoyed!