Chapter 1: Bad Introductions

A/N: This AU has been done so many times, but I don't write like most people wrote the story. The Modern AU where Sebastian's a teacher and Ciel's a student AU. I'm using American school system so do not freak out. It's in England though. It's been done, but I am going to write it a bit more complicated than a one-shot. Sorry, not a one shot! Please read, and please review. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, I just felt like writing this. This is the only disclaimer that I am writing. So. I do not own Kuro

Ciel's POV

I was in tenth grade when I met that. 'That' meaning Him. 'Him'meaning Sebastian Michaelis.

I was sixteen years old in my tenth grade year. I was not exactly nice, not exactly popular, and had absolutely no life. I would not call myself a nerd, for I was often grouped with the emos (don't ask me why).

We were in half way into biology, eighth period, when he walked in. He was tall, beautiful, and everything I had ever wanted. He was wearing a white buttoned up shirt, a black buttoned vest, and black dress pants. He had crimson eyes, a soft smile, and black hair. Worst of all, I realised he was a teacher since he was not wearing our dress code, black dress pants, buttoned up shirt, and a vest/jacket with the school logo (it was optional for the jacket).

He looked over at our teacher, Ms. Ness, and so smiled. "My class was in the science lab, and we made a small...mess. May we come in here for the rest of the day?"

"I'll go fix it. You teach my class some science subject while I talk to yours," Ms. Ness replied.

"Oh, thank you."

"Now class, this is Mr. Michaelis. He started just this year. He graduated college last year, so please do not mess him up." She turned to Sebastian, "If you need anything, Ciel will help you."

She pointed to me before exiting.

Ms. Ness was a forty year old woman who never bothered to get married. She came from America to England to teach us. I was her favorite student, but that did not stop me from making fun of her obesity.

"Okay, well let me tell you a bit about myself," Mr. Michaelis began. "I am twenty-three years old, and I graduated college last May. I teach chemistry to the Seniors."

A hand shot up.

"What's your name and question?"he asked.

"Ash. Why did you decide to work at a private school?" Ash Landers ask.

"Well...the truth is that it pays better," he let out a small laugh.

"I have to go to the bathroom!" Some kid named Percy whined.

"Well..." Mr. Michaelis looked a me. "Does she allow her students to go to the restroom during class hours?"

"Depends," I responded boredly.

"Depends?" He repeated, almost scared.

I raised an eyebrow before deciding to test this guy.

"Say, Mr. Michaelis, was it?" I asked, ignoring Percy.

"Yes? What do you need?"

"Why did you go into teaching?" I asked.

"Because I want to help children learn."

He called me a child. He called me a fucking child. No matter how good looking he was, I was annoyed as hell. I flipped out.

I stood up and walked towards him. I wrapped my fingers around his forearm and prepared myself to swing at him.

"I'm not a fu-" I began.

The door opened and Ms. Ness walked through.

"What's going on!" She said in shock.

"This is outrageous!" I shouted at the vice principal, Mrs. Webb, from my seat in front of her desk.

"Mr. Michaelis said you tried to attack him," she crossed her arms. "A week's suspension seems suitable."

I glanced at the charming man beside me.

He nodded. "You attempted to attack me, Ciel. It is only right."

"My father owns this school!" I called back.

"I apologize, but this is necessary," Mr. Michaelis sighed.

"I'll call your father to pick you up. Then, you will start your suspension from school," the vice principal mumbled before picking up the phone.

I knew my parents were going to kill me. Who would not?! I got suspended from school for a week and was going to be stuck at home with them until the next Monday. How could I have assaulted a teacher half way through the school year?

The November weather felt like it was finally getting to my head.

Perhaps I'll pay Mr. Michaelis a visit, I thought. Maybe then he will learn not to mess with The Phantomhives.