Here Comes Teacher
Amy
I never liked school. It's always been me listlessly floating through my classes, sometimes having no idea what exactly the teacher is talking about. I only have one friend, and he can be pretty obnoxious sometimes, so that doesn't really improve my time at school. My evil (emphasis on evil) stepsister, is also there to make the days even worse.
That's where I am now, in that forced hellhole, walking with my best (only) friend Shane.
"Oh stop pouting, Amy."
"I'm not pouting," I made a giant sarcastic grin go across my face, "This is my happy face. See, my lips are turning up on the sides."
Shane rolled his eyes and replied, "Oh please, that's more fake than Jessica's new 'cashmere' sweater." Shane made a face that looked vaguely disturbed and started muttering something along the lines of, "Who does she think she's fooling?"
I have absolutely no idea what he's talking about, or the difference between cashmere and what Jessica is apparently wearing, but I give a slight nod anyway.
Shane seemed to come back to himself a moment later, because he gets back to his original point. "It's just English."
I frowned at him, already annoyed by the conversation. He knew how much trouble I had with the subject, and how every year I go through the same thing. I already felt bad enough when almost everyone seemed to at least have a vague understanding of what the teacher is talking about, and I'm just sitting there thinking 'what the fuck?!' over and over again until the bell rings.
So I felt embarrassed. The few times I've actually worked up the courage to ask the teacher, they usually just get frustrated that I don't understand what they're trying to say after they repeat the same thing in slightly different ways.
Usually I would have to ask the people around me, and the few times someone was actually willing to help, well it would always go the same way-
"Okay, so this is symbolic for racism" They would start.
And then I would say, "Okay, why?"
"Because it always is."
"But why is that what it symbolizes?" I would ask with a furrow in my brow.
Then they get frustrated, "Because it is."
"I know, but why?" I would reply.
Suffice to say those people wouldn't help me in the future.
Can't a girl just learn some goddamn English in this school?! I always barely pass, and it's usually just pure luck, and because I do the homework, which is almost always graded for completion instead of correctness.
Shane saw the frustrated expression on my face, but just rolled his eyes in response. "You're so dramatic. Why don't you just try tutoring?"
I actually almost tripped over myself in surprise. Does he ever listen when I talk? "Because when I tried it, I got that weird guy Oliver as my tutor. He just stared at me and then would look down at the textbook breathing hard. I really think he had a medical problem."
Shane let out a long drawn out breath. "He just had a giant creepy crush on you."
I froze for a moment in the middle of the high school hallway. Shane didn't even stop to see what was wrong.
I got a faintly horrified expression on my face and ran to catch back up to my friend. "What do you mean crush?!"
Shane and I walked up to the room marked 212. I knew my expression was probably terrified, and Shane was nice enough to just look at me in exasperation, and at least wait until I looked at least somewhat okay enough to go in.
I looked at the door as if it was my doom. Shane looked at the door impatient to just open it and go inside.
"Well since neither of you idiots know how to open a door." An arm came from inbetween us, grabbing the handle, pushing it down, and pulling the door open. And then my evil (which should still be emphasized) stepsister shoved in between us and strutted inside.
I frowned and watched her make her way to a seat. "Great, now I have to deal with knock off Regina George for another hour every day."
"Have I mentioned how sorry I am you have to live with that?"
"Not recently, it's still nice to hear though."
Shane started to walk inside and grabbed my arm to haul me in with him. I stumbled my way in and scowled at him, pulling myself out of his grip on the way.
My friend (I apply the term loosely here) just huffed at my obvious indignation and made his way to a seat in the back.
I readjust my shirt that somehow got messed up as he pulled me in, and finally look up to follow the boy.
Or at least that was the plan, until I saw her. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
Bouncy brown hair, that as she moved, I see is also somewhat red in the light. Perfectly shaped lips that were covered in a dark red lipstick. Pale skin that looks as flawless as ivory. An adorable heart shaped face with a cute nose. And those eyes. Fuck fucking, those eyes! Forest green and amazing and gorgeous and- well if I eyes are windows to the soul, then her soul is quite possibly the cutest/most beautiful thing that will ever exist.
Damn, talk about ahead of yourself Amy.
I start to walk towards my desk, thankful she didn't seem to notice me staring.
Who is that girl? I finally notice she's sitting behind the desk, looking through the things on top of it.
Oh wait. Fuck.
That is no girl. That is a woman. And not just any woman, that's my goddamn teacher!
Oh my god! I've become a cliché. I'm perving on the teacher. What was her name? Ash something or Asscrost (probably not Ass. Shit, I can't remember)
Just walk to a desk Amy. It's not that big of a deal, no one even noticed. You just have to control yourself for a full year. No more staring. No more pe-
Mid-thought and admittedly mid-glance, I do quite possibly the worst thing I could do in this situation. I tripped over my own two feet, and fell, somehow flying through the air, just to land right in front of my new teacher.
I landed flat on my face, and no doubt made a giant ass of myself in front of most of the class and the still unnamed teacher.
I heard some snickering and a shocked gasp coming from right above me. "Are you alright?"
I gulped, and glanced up from my spot on the floor, only to see the person I was admiring was standing over me and looking at me in concern. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out except a pathetic. "Uhh."
I saw some amusement enter her eyes, though her expression still looked mostly concerned. She put her arm down, holding her hand in front of my face. Her unasked question clear.
I only hesitated for a moment before I grabbed her hand, letting her pull me up. I stood to my full height and we're a lot closer than I think either of us realized.
I took a closer glance at her face. I'll probably never have such an uninhibited, close-up look at her face again.
She might even be more stunning up close.
If you were wondering, when I describe her as this great beauty, I don't mean to say that she's this super model perfect, amazing otherworldly being. What I mean is, she's extremely pretty, some (me) would say beautiful, but there is just something about her. It's indescribable, maybe it's her eyes, I think they're sparkling without a light even hitting them, or her lips (and how much I want to lean forward and just-), maybe it's her her energy (aura?), or maybe it's everything. Yeah it's everything. There's just something about everything.
I stare at her for a moment and she… just… stares back.
The world stood still for a moment (thanks world). The air seemed to be charged, almost as if it was waiting for something. I stare and she stares back, and we're just staring at each other while standing way too close in front of a classroom full of my peers.
Someone knocked into a chair and the moment was suddenly broken (what a dick, I was in the middle of something). The teacher (seriously what is her name?!), suddenly moved backwards.
She swallowed and tried to smile, but it just came off thin and awkward. "Right," She coughed and glanced away. "Are you okay?"
"I'm- Yes, thank you."
She turned away from me, and then said as she started to rearrange random things on her desk, "Please find a seat then."
I swallowed, and nodded even though she wasn't looking. I started to walk to the empty desk next to Shane, my head down and my face bright red.
I sat down with my head still faced towards the floor, and random snickering following in my wake.
As soon as I got settled, I looked up, face still red. I immediately saw Shane sitting next to me, grinning from ear to ear. "Be careful Amy, your gay is showing."
AN: So I think this will just be a one-shot. Unless enough people want more, cause I do have a vague storyline already lined up in my head.
Anyway, I will get back to my VD fic, probably this weekend. I just finished all my assignments for finals. All I have left is one exam. So I've been kinda burned out and I figured this was a LOT easier than my VD story, so I thought I'd get back in the beautiful Faking It fandom again.
I'm gonna mark this as open and if no one seems interested in more, I'll just change it to complete.
I have seen a couple Teacher/Student for faking it, but I thought I'd just throw my own version out there. I have not read them.
Anyway, thanks for reading, and tell me what you think. I always like criticism so I can improve.
