Hey lovlies! So, this is my first story on here, and I really hope you like it. I've written stories before, but I have never published them, so... yeah. I hope you like this story. Some of you may not like it because it's based on *SPOILER ALERT* a student and a teacher. Anyway, I hope you're all having a wonderful evening. Like, comment, follow, do whatever happens on this thing haha - it's appreciated I promise you! :) - N x

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I said to myself that I would have no more arguments with the petty girls in school. I would focus on my school work and count down the days with pride, knowing that I was going to be prepared for my exams. 

Boy, was I wrong. 

The new school term started as usual, I met with Ella, Kathleen, and the rest of the girls, and we sat down and spoke about the summer and we each had. I wasn't really paying that much attention though,  they were bitching about some girl in our class already, so I just zoned them out. The morning just consisted of me nodding and drinking coffee, explaining that my holiday to Greece was lovely. 

I was flicking through Instagram when I noticed him. The breath in my lungs somehow got caught all together and formed a ball in my throat. I just stared, not daring to take my eyes off him, not that I could anyway. He walked as though the earth had no gravity, his muscular arms tensed slightly as he moved, making the material cling around the curves of them. His hair was a dark chocolate colour, with the slightest shine in the front that you had to look a certain way to see it, and his jawline... god damn that jawline.

Nobody else had really noticed him. Sure, he had a few strange glances, but none that were stares, it made me feel relieved. He got closer and closer to the table I was sat at, and I was sure he wouldn't have noticed me...so I thought anyway. 

He was about two whole meters away when Mr Pip approached him and greeted him. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, and then looked on his shirt pocket—an ID badge. Fuck. 

As he walked past it was like he was walking in slow motion. I held my breath for a second, scared I was being too loud and that he could hear, but I knew I was just being stupid. But then, it happened. He looked at me. He gazed his soft, delicate, crystal blue eyes right into mine and smiled. Obviously, I returned the favour, I'm not that stupid, but the small gesture made me want to melt. 

I watched as he followed Mr Pip right around the corner, my eyes following his every movement until he was out of sight. Then the angel in me brought me to reality as I remembered: he's a teacher.

"Hey, Nat, what are you staring at?" 

I turned my gaze to Kathleen. She had started standing up, preparing herself for first period. "Nothing. I was staring at nothing." 

She shook her head and smiled at me, "I thought you was going to be focused this year?" 

"I am!" 

She smirked at me as she threw her bag over her shoulder, "How are you going to do that when you're staring into space, thinking about nothing?" 

I shrugged, "I'll manage." 

I began standing up myself as we only had three minutes to get to our first lesson. I still had that perfect smile painted in my head. I had so many questions, when I really shouldn't. No student should want to ever know more about the teachers. 

Sure, you get the teachers who are naturally cool and you get along great with, a funny joke or small laugh here and there never hurts - but never do you get a teacher that smiles so softly at you it makes you want to die.  

"Nat, you coming or what?" 

My thoughts were once again interrupted by Kathleen.

 "Yeah," I nodded my head and began walking away from the table towards her. 

"What even is our first lesson?" 

Ella snorted beside me, and Kathleen let out a small "oh my god". 

"What?" I whined to them both, "I said I was going to be focused once we started getting homework. Right now, it's 8:17am, I'm tired, and we haven't gotten any homework yet. Therefore, I'm allowed to be confused." 

Kathleen and Ella stopped outside my English classroom. I groaned and mentally face palmed myself. I looked at my two best friends with a pout on my face. 

"Why is it the first lesson I have is with that douche bag, and what makes it worse —" 

"You two aren't even in the lesson," They both repeated emotionless.

I crossed my arms and nodded sharply, "Yeah... that," 

Kathleen tucked a piece of her long black hair behind her ear. I always admired her for her hair. Sure, I had nice hair and I was complimented on it often, but Kathleen's hair... my god. 

"You always moan at this, and we tell you every time you're just way to smart for us. Plus, I don't think you'll be complaining about your teacher this year." 

Ella nodded, "I agree. Mr. Douche bag left, and so you have a new teacher." 

I looked in the classroom and saw it started filling up quick. "Do I have to?" 

"Yes, now go," Ella grunted whilst pointing towards the classroom. 

I rolled my eyes and tucked my wavey hair behind my ear, "I hate you both," 

I began walking into the classroom as I faintly heard them reply back a "we love you too" before walking away completely. I wandered to the seat I was given last year which was, thank god, next to this girl called Hope. She was nice, talkative, but didn't involve herself with any of the people in school much. Hope was a "I'm too cool for this school" type of person. 

I sat down next to her and smiled, which she gently returned. 

"Hey," 

I noticed she had gotten her nose pieced over the summer, so I stared at it shocked whilst she was replying back to me, "Hey," 

"Did you enjoy your summer?" 

I nodded, "It was as good as it could get. I went on holiday, came back and did nothing, then stayed indoors pretty much never. I also may have gotten drunk a few times, but who's counting, right?" 

She laughed and nodded, "Pretty much the same as me," 

"It's a good life we live," I joke with her while I pulled out a pen from my pocket. "Where's our new teacher anyway, shouldn't he be here already?" 

Hope licked her lips and lent back in her chair, "Probably, but I'm in no rush to start school this year, so he can take as long as he likes." 

"Well, if he's going to be late I'm going to the toilet. Might as well waste time anywhere other than this stupid classroom," 

I began collecting my stuff and stood up. I grabbed my Louis Vuitton bag and threw it over my shoulder, probably not as delicately as I should. I ran a hand threw my hair and walked out. I made it about three meters away from the classroom when my feet started to hurt, thanks to my new loafers, so I quickened my pace to the bathroom. I took out my phone to text my Mum, telling her that she needed to get plasters for the horrid blisters I was sure to have at the end of the day. 

My journey, however, was cut short when I accidentally ran into something. Or should I say someone. Imagine my face, too, when I look up and it's the man from earlier - you know muscular, hair that shines ever so slightly? 

Yeah, him. 

"Woah, are you okay?" 

I nodded, "Yeah, sorry, I just had to go get some tissue, from the bathroom," 

He nodded and smiled. His eyes gleamed with emotion, and his jaw flexed when he smiled. My god, he was hot.  I mentally scolded myself for the comments my conscience was making. 

"Well, I won't stop you then, if you're walking that fast for some tissue you must really need it," 

I clicked my tongue and smiled, "Actually, I don't need it that bad I was just trying to get out of my lesson because my teacher hadn't shown up yet, and..." 

Someone hit me now. 

My eyes went wide as I realised he was my teacher, "Oh, god, let's pretend you didn't hear that, yeah? Sweet, thanks, see you in class." 

I began walking away but he decided to walk with me. My heart was beating so fast I was convinced he could hear it. 

"Don't worry," he laughed and held the doors open for me, "It'll be our secret. Though I hope you won't want to skip another one of my classes?" 

I shook my head and smiled, "Nah, it was just because you wasn't there, and last year I had a douc- horrible," I corrected myself, "I had a horrible teacher, and he hated me. God knows why, because I think I'm lovely," 

I smiled so wide my cheeks were burning. My body felt like it was on fire, and I had no idea where all this heat was coming from. I was always good at talking and creating conversations, and I will be the first to admit I can be very big headed - but only in a joking way. I would never walk around believing I am better than anyone else, it's just for conversation matters. 

"Lovely, yeah? We'll have to see about that, considering we did just meet by you skipping my lesson," 

I raised an eyebrow up at him, "Only because you were late," 

He nodded and held his hands up in defeat, "You're quick, I'll have to pre plan our conversations at this rate. Now, go get back in class so I can come in a minute later so it doesn't look like I'm playing favourites," 

I laughed and began walking, but stopped to turn to look at him just before walking back in the class, "We both know I'm already your favourite, so don't even deny it," 

I smiled to myself whilst walking in, not listening to what he had to say afterwards. I followed the tables round to my seat, rethinking what just happened between my teacher and I. 

I'm going to call it flirty-banter. The situations not that bad then. 

Moments later, he walked in and clapped his hands together, "Sorry I'm late guys, I got a little held up." 

I smiled and shook my head as he caught eyes with me and gave the class a big, tooth filled grin.

"My names Mr. Jacobson, and I'm going to be your new teacher, so..." 

I zoned myself out a little after finding out his name. I sat, leaned back calmly in my chair, smiling so wide that I was defiantly going to get crease marks.  

I have a feeling this year is going to be great.

 Hello my lovelies! For those who are reading, thankyou! I appreciate it. :) -N x

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"Morrrnniiinnnggggg!" I sang as I walked into school Friday morning. Fridays were always my favourite - you can probably guess why. 

Rosie smiled at me, "Morning." 

I sat down at our table, like I do every morning since year 7, and exhaled happily. 

"Why are you so happy?" Rosie laughed at me, "I've never seen you this happy to be in school," 

I shrugged and smiled, "Just really happy, I s'pose." 

She laughed and put on some lip balm, "Has it got anything to do with your new teacher?" 

"Who?" 

"Don't think I haven't seen the sly glances you and Mr Jacobson have been giving each other," 

I smiled at her, "I think he's cool, and yeah, we've been getting along really well, that's it. I love him, he's hilarious, that's all." 

"Who do you love?" Kathleen asked me as she and Ella approached the table. 

"Jacobson," I said. 

Ella laughed, "Everyone can tell. You's act all... weird... together. I can't actually think of a word to describe it," 

"We just get along really well, why is it a crime to get along with your teacher now?" 

Ella shook her head, "Its not, but when you're together you can tell he acts different. We've been here a week and no one likes him because he's quite strict with the school rules and that. He got told he was our head of year on Wednesday, that was two days after he first arrived." 

Kathleen nodded her head, "We know he has to make a reputation and hold it high, but if we have nail polish on, he tells us off. Nail polish isn't going to harm my intelligence is it? No!" 

I rolled my eyes, "I can't tell him what to do, just because I get along well with him. Where is he anyway? I haven't seen him yet," 

"He's around," Rosie commented. "I saw him about ten minutes before you showed up, he went towards uniform police office," 

"You're joking," I groaned. "I hate them so much, they're the worst people on this planet I swear." 

"Just because Miss D gets along with Jacobson and you want him all to yourself." Ella laughed. 

She was right. I hated to admit it, but I did get jealous. I may have only known him for a week, but I probably know more of that man than he does. He's literally my best friend, there was nothing else to it. 

"Shut up," I grumbled. 

The first bell rang and I felt myself go from a really happy mood, to a really down mood, thanks to my friends. 

"I'm going to science," I said as I got up and grabbed my bag. 

"We love you really, Nat, don't get angry with us," 

"I'm not angry - I love you all dearly, don't worry. It's uniform police I don't like," 

I walked myself to science, contemplating why Jacobson was with uniform police again this morning. I know it's wrong for me to get annoyed because he's a teacher, but I feel weirdly connected to him. There's also the fact that Miss D has an obsession with him already, but like a weird obsession. She follows him round, stares at him and worships the ground he walks on. 

At least I don't go that far. 

I also never get jealous - so I'm angry that I am now. It's probably not even jealousy, it's more... suspicion.

I walked into science and sat down next to Kyle. 

"You alright?" 

"Yeah, I'm all Gucci," 

"Good," 

That was our normal conversation. Kyle was lovely, he was also Ella's boyfriend, so he is one of my favourite people on the planet. We were close, and we joked around a lot. I find it easier to learn sitting next to him because I find that if I don't get anything, he does and he'll tell me, and the same with him and I. 

It was a good life we both lead to help each other. 

"Mr R isn't in, so god knows who we have for cover," Kyle told me.

I rolled my eyes, "Probably Miss Martin or something. Meaning we have a free lesson," 

"You know, what shall we do?" 

I shrugged and started to think whilst he did the same. 

The class was chatty whilst we all waited for our cover teacher to arrive. I was on my phone with Kyle, shopping like usual whilst we waited for our cover. 

I was feeling alright and about to get back into my happy state, until my dads wife sent me a message. 

Dad's gonna ring u tonite. 

Great. I don't have my dads number because I'm not allowed it, so if he's ringing me from her phone there's something wrong, meaning I've done something wrong - but I haven't. 

It's just the way it works with my dad. I know he doesn't love me like he should, and it hurts me sometimes, but I know I'm better off. It's a long story to get into, but all is told eventually.

My step-dad is way better anyway. I honestly wouldn't know what to do without him. He's been with my mum since I was 18 months old, and I wouldn't be who I am today without his love. My real dad is a sperm donor, my step dad is my biological one. To me, anyway. 

I was sure my face looked like it had been slapped. I stared at the wall, not in the mood for anything anymore. Kyle continued to shop on my phone whilst I stared into the oblivion. 

It's funny how quickly my dad can change my mood - and it's always for the worse. 

I started to think about everything my dad has blamed me for, and how much I hate him. He has done so much to hurt me in my entire life, and I'm only eighteen.

I could feel a lump begin to form in my throat and my eyes water a little. It frustrates me how I get upset over my dad and everything he has done. I hate him, I know I do, but it still hurts sometimes. 

"Sorry I'm late, I was trying to sort out paper work for your exams next year. Do we all know what we're supposed to be doing?" 

The voice was muffled because of my day dreaming, but as my name was being called I was brought back into reality. 

A harsh word, filled with hurtful reality. 

"Nat?" 

Only my friends used to call me that, now only one other person does. 

I blinked a couple of times to get rid of the watery eyes I had. 

"Yea-," I cleared my throat, "Yeah?" 

I avoided eye contact. I always did it when something was wrong. Normally, I was very good at eye contact because I felt it was weird to have a conversation with someone and not look at them, but when I'm upset, hurt, worried, or if something's wrong in general, I won't really look at anyone... 

"Do you know what you're supposed to be doing?" 

I nodded, the lump still in my throat. I was always good at controlling my emotions, so I wasn't going to let them show through now. 

I raised my head slightly, just to gaze at him, but I felt my eyes quickly flicker away, then back to him. 

He looked at me thoughtfully, and raised an eyebrow. I knew what he was saying, he didn't need words. 

I nodded again to confirm my answer. 

I started doing actual work, despite Kyle and I's agreement to have a free period, but I wasn't feeling it now. I just wanted to be left alone. 

Every now and then I would look up around the room, and I would catch Jacobson looking at me with concern, but each time I turned from him. 

"Are you okay?" 

I looked at Kyle and shrugged, "I'll be alright, thanks." 

He licked his lips, "Sure?" 

I nodded, "Yeah," 

He shook his head, "I've known you for four years now and you still lie when you're not okay. I know you well enough to know you're not... I'm here when you want to talk, okay?" 

I looked at him and smiled a little, "Okay," 

I continued writing anything I found in the text book and answered the questions one by one. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Kyle was talking to someone, but I didn't bother looking who is was. 

"So, lets go through answers," Jacobson said to the class. 

Everyone looked up at him and got out a red pen. I started fiddling with my pen lid and awaited for him to read out the mark scheme. 

As we went through the answers, he looked directly into my eyes every time. He usually does it anyway, as he barely gives the rest of the class a glimpse, but this time it was more meaningful, I could see the concern leaking from him. I didn't mean to catch his gaze, but this time it was so strong, I lingered there, not daring to look away as my body filled with firey emotion. 

 I've always been a heavy hearted person. I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, always wanting to help others around me the best I can. When it came to myself?... Not so much. The weekend past by, and I couldn't stop myself from thinking back to last friday. Science was my first lesson, and the four lessons I had after that were the same, but with different teachers. The whole day I caught little glimpses of Jacobson walking down the stairs, passing in the library, or past the room I was in for each lesson. 

I didn't speak to him, though. 

  I still have yet to ask Kyle who he was talking to, because I could've sworn he was mouthing things to someone directly in front of him, and the only person that could've been is Jacobson, but why would he talk to him?

Today I've gone all natural. No makeup, so my freckles were free. I only had a few dotted around my nose and just under my eyes, but they were noticeable. My silk soft blonde hair cascaded my back; a few waves here and there in the mixture of all the thickness.  I was not in the mood to dress for perfection today. It was 7:28 when I had finished dragging my tired self around, so I grabbed my bag, left my room and headed down stairs. I had yet to put my shoes on, so my feet hit the cold, cream tiles that were placed symmetrically in the kitchen. I braved the coldness on my feet and went to the fridge to get myself a cold bottle of water for the day, and after I did that, I grabbed a cereal bar, and headed for the front room. My feet were no longer cold once they had come into contact with the carpet we had going through the house. The tiny segments of the soft fabric sliding between my toes... it was soothing. 

Ten minutes later I had put my shoes and invisible socks on, and made it out the door, pushing myself to walk to school. The air was crisp as its autumn, so I hugged my blazer closer to my body, trying to suffocate any heat that was being radiated by the blazer itself. 

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I blew air out of my moth once I got into school. Like every morning, I walked over to our usual table and sat down with Rosie, who was opposite me. 

"Hey," 

I smiled, "You alright?" 

"I'm good, I'm tired, but I'm good." 

"I'm so tired. I basically haven't slept at all from the weekend," 

"But you did nothing?" She laughed at me.

"Nah," I commented licking my lips, "I know. I was just thinking a lot, so I couldn't really sleep," 

"Ohhhhh," she said as she ran a hand through her long blonde hair, "I get you, your brain was mentally active all weekend." 

"Yep, exactly that." 

"So, wanna know something?" 

I rubbed my eyes, "Sure. Is it something exciting?" 

"It's about Jacobson, so..." I stopped rubbing my eyes and looked at her, edging for her to continue. 

"He came into school about fifteen minutes ago, walked straight past me and said "What time does Natalie get into school?", so obviously I told him that you will be walking through them doors around eight o'clock, and that you come and sit right here," 

"And...? Why did he want to know that?" 

"I'm guessing so that he could come and speak to you?"

"Yeah, but why?"

"Nat, this is Jacobson we're talking about. You know he doesn't have to have a reason to come and talk to you," 

"Yeah, but to ask you what time I get in school? Maybe he needs something?"

"Or maybe he just needs a morning chat from his favourite person ever, since it is Monday, and Monday's are always killers." 

I nodded, "True, and I'm not his favourite person Rosie, we just get along well," 

She scoffed, "Everyone knows something is going on between you two. I know, I know, 'he's a teacher', but you can always dream, right?" 

I shrugged, "Sure. I just don't know why everyone makes it a big deal. He's been here a week, and already everyone says they hate him, when really he's just a lovely man."

"You think that because you're the only person he'll talk to nicely," She smirked. "Think about it, Nat, secretly you know something's going on, you just won't admit it yet." 

I poked my tongue out at her, wanting to stop the conversation. I was fed up with people saying that he favourited me. He's been here a week, and yes it helps that I get along well with him, and I won't deny the fact that I am his best friend like he's mentioned a few times, but that's not the point... he's my teacher, I couldn't go down that road. He would've sent to prison, lose his job... I couldn't do that to him. He wouldn't do that to himself. 

I'm trying to convince myself it isn't like that anyway. 

"Speaking of, hotty at one o'clock," 

I shook my head, "I'm not turning. It'll make it obvious I know he's coming," 

She nodded, "Just act natural." 

Within three seconds both me and Rosie pulled the most stupid pose the world has probably ever seen. You can tell we were clearly remaking a "act natural" movie scene. 

We laughed it off after a few seconds, until Jacobson approached us. 

"Morning ladies," 

"Morning," Rosie replied.

"Morning," I followed after, looking up at him with a smile. 

"What you both up to?" 

I raised my eyebrow, "Oh you know, girly things. Makeup, weekend plans, boys," I looked at Rosie and she smiled and shook her head. I looked back at Jacobson and grinned, "The usual. What about you?" 

"I hope you're not doing too much boy talk," he smirked at me, but I could see his eyes glass over with emotion... interest? Lust? ...Jealousy? I shook my head a little, dismissing the thoughts from my mind. 

I was intrigued though.

"Just enough." I smirked back. 

I could see him staring deeply at me, sending the blood in my veins to grow hot,  as if he was trying to search for something in my soul. I had one thought: answers. 

"Did you need us, Sir?" Rosie interrupted our intimate stares.

He shook his head and smiled, and his eyes gleamed. 

Beautiful.

Soulful. 

Crystal, blue eyes. 

"I needed to talk to Nat, if you don't mind me stealing her from you?" 

Rosie shook her head and smiled, "Nah, you can have her. Ella and Kathleen are coming now, so I won't be alone." 

I smiled towards her and stood up. Did I miss the wink she secretly added with her smile? No.

No I did not. 

I grabbed my bag and began walking next to him, "What do you need to talk to me about?" 

"Just the other day," 

"The other day?" 

As we reached his classroom, he held the door open and held his arm out for me to enter first. I smiled as a thankyou, went and sat on a table and awaited his reply. Although, it didn't come. He shut the door and went and sat on the table opposite, licked his lips and looked at me. 

"What was wrong?" 

I swallowed hard, realising he was talking about Friday. "Nothing," I lied. 

He sighed. "Nat, I know something was wrong, I could tell by your eyes. You don't have to tell me, I'm not going to force you... but it's okay not to be okay."

I shifted my eyes to the ground and fiddled with my fingers.

"I know," my voice was so low I'm amazed even I could hear it. 

"I'm always here too, you can come to me whenever," I heard him whisper, "You know that, right?" 

I nodded, "Yeah."

The next moment happened so quickly, but it felt like time stopped. He took my hands in his and began rubbing his thumbs  gently over the top. My body began to burn with lust, and my stomach began doing flips.

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

He tilted my head up to look him in the eyes, and I was so caught up in the moment I didn't realise his fingertips had softly trailed my skin until he reached the top of my shoulders, and I felt electric running through my body. 

His touch was so comforting. 

So intoxicating.

So loving. 

I loved it.