Edward sat there, idly playing with the end of his ponytail. It was all dull! School was dull, the classes were dull, teachers and students alike…. Dull!! He didn't need to be here…. He sighed. No, he didn't need to be, but he would anyway. It's what his mother would have wanted.

Edward Elric
Age: Seventeen (17)
Gender: Male
Height: 165cm
Year Level: Twelve (12)
Records: Slight Trouble Maker when provoked, generally clean behaviour, straight 'A' student
Extra Information: Usually quite, pays little attention in class, few friends, easily provoked, high potential

Edward sighed. It was relatively short into the new school year, meaning only a few weeks had passed since the beginning, and their old teacher for algebra, had ditched them. He remembered it well.

It was the first lesson back, and it was absolute hell. The teacher, Mr. Fury, had no control over the class what so ever.

'Class! Settle down!' Never worked. Nor did a;

'Don't make me get the principle in here!' As frightening as Ms. Hawkeye was…. He even tried a;

'Please! I'll give you anything! Money, food, whatever you want!' … You know it's a futile effort when even bribery doesn't work. Finally the poor man snapped. He lost control of himself, burst into tears, and ran crying from room, yelling how he hated them all.

Now, a few weeks later, and they were still waiting for a new teacher. They occasionally got relief teachers, but they too, could barely handle the class. The principle had taken them a few times, and they were the best behaved angles you had ever seen! Even Edward pretended to do actual work, but she just didn't have the time to take their class.

She had promised a new one by today, - A Monday - but apparently, that wasn't to be the case, and they were once again, left to their own devises in the class… never a good idea really.

Edward looked at the watch in his pocket and nearly cried in grief when he realised that only 10 minutes of class had gone. His head made forceful contact with the table below him, and a paper ball cuffed him upside the head, his bangs shielding him from the rest of the room as he contemplated the pant material covering his legs.

He loved these pants. They looked a bit like worn, faded leather, but were in fact, just black denim jeans. They were baggy around the legs, but relatively snug around his thighs and arse…. He had the reputation of being the hottest male in Amestris: Central High for a reason you know.

With his good looks, his style, and his beautiful long hair and matching eyes, he was to die for… and also, completely untouchable to all the women. Yes boys and girls, you heard correctly! Edward Elric, is gay.

Ed pulled out his watch again and resisted throwing it against the wall when it kindly informed him that only another 5 minutes had passed.

Just when he was considering leaving the bloody dump of a classroom, - only in his eyes, it was actually, well kept and expensive looking – the school Principle walked in. The class went deadly silent. She cleared her throat.

'As you all know, I had promised you a new teacher by today, and fortunately, I havn't failed to disappoint,' here, she graced them all with a rare, small, all-knowing smile.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to your new teacher, Mr. Mustang.' Everyone looked expectantly at the only door to the room, and after a couple of ill-silenced gasps, Edward deemed his attention of the stranger worthy and looked up….

Only to find that he couldn't look away….

His very first thoughts – other than fucking hell you're hot – was that this was a man not to reckon with. His cool, and calm composer gave off an air of authority that rivalled that of Hawkeye's. He seemed young and confident, and walked with an air of poise and assurance. His face was blank from emotion, but his onyx eyes held a depth to them, something that seemed to have seen much in his short time of existence… knowledge. His black hair appeared soft and hung in his perfectly matched eyes. The man had to be a heart breaker.

A giggle from the back of the room forced Edward to blink, remembering where he was. He coloured slightly, realising he'd been staring. He shifted lower in his seat. Miss Hawkeye cleared her throat.

'And now that I have thrown you to the wolves, I shall take my leave. Good luck with that Sir,' and she left, just like that. The young man before then sighed and ran a hand through his hair before turning back to the class.

'Okay… lets lay some rules,' he turned to the board and picked up a piece of chalk, weighing it in his palm before using it, writing something on the board.

'Rule number one!' he barked, causing a couple of people in the class to jump. It was amazing that no one had yet caused trouble for this man… 'Rule number one,' he repeated, smirking slightly, making Edward frown for reasons unknown. 'There will be no calling me Mister, Sir, or anything involving some kind of title. I don't like it as it makes me feel old,' he smiled at some of the young girls that giggled, making Ed roll his eyes.

Great, not only does he look like a heart breaker, but a full blown lady's man… pity that…. He sat up straighter at that thought, and looked around, almost as if to see if anyone had caught him thinking that.

'And all the usual rules apply… but before I do anything considered important, I want something made clear. I don't know, nor do I care, how far you last teacher got into teaching you this course. By now, you should already be, at least up to Chapter Two, Chapter Four at the most. But I don't want to have to teach groups of individuals, who are on different levels. We are a class, and will be taught together. Tomorrow, we start back at Chapter One. Get rid of whatever notes you had with the last teacher, they will be of no use to you anymore,' he sat at the desk in the front of the class and flicked his fringe out of his eye with a slight head movement.

'Now, I am going to call role, and I will hopefully remember who you all are within a week,' he smirked and flicked open a file, girls whispering about how gorgeous this man was… Edward reluctantly agreeing. The man began the role.

'Ace, Benjamin?'

'Call me Ben,' was the answering voice, and Mustang nodded in agreement

'Bones, Susan?'

A giggle from the front row, and he smirked at the poor girl, making her giggle and blush harder. Edward rolled his eyes and zoned out…. Until his named was called.

'Elric, Edward?' The man looked up curiously. I recognise that last name…. His eyes fell upon a blond boy in the middle of the classroom; absently staring out the window, chin resting in his palm, and giving Roy the perfect view of his strong profile. Is that Edward? He looks vaguely familiar… but from where? Roy cleared his throat and tried again.

'Edward?' The young man started and looked around, trying to see who called his name. He realised who the voice belonged to and finally turned his golden eyes to the front, noticing that the teacher was staring right at him. He cleared his throat.

'Yeah… yeah I'm here,' and then, as an after thought, 'Sir.' Edward smirked while Mustang narrowed his eyes at the boy. He thoughtfully put his hand at his chin, and made a show of thinking about something.

'Hmm… I seem to recall asking about that, wouldn't you agree Edward?' he hadn't, Edward noticed looked away from him yet. Edward sat up straighter.

'Yeah, funny you should mention that, I remember too,' he grinned cheekily, the kind of grin that made most of the girls in school swoon, but Mustang didn't seemed fazed.

'Yes, I thought so…. So for directly going against a teacher's order, you will be spending your after school afternoon in here with me scrubbing down the board and tables. How does that sound to you?' He smirked, his chin resting in his palm. Edward groaned and smacked his head on the table, earning a few laughs. He mumbled under his breath.

'I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that,' a sing-song voice from the front of the room made Edward scowl. He looked up and glared at the man from hell.

'I said; it's a date Sir,' he immediately realised his mistake the moment the word was out of his mouth.

'Excellent. Let's make that today, and tomorrow, after school,' Edward sighed again and nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Mustang smirked, smirked at him and continued with the role.

What Edward didn't notice – since he'd slammed his head back to the table, was that Mustang's eyes continually ran over him, even as he called the role….

AN: Okay! This is my First Highschool Story! Wish me luck! I'm not sure what I want to happen... I've been dropping random hints to myself to see if i can come up with a plot line... but nothing as of yet is forth coming, but that can always change :)

So tell me what you think!! Drop a review, give me concrit, praise... a cookie... anything!! (But I do like cookies) I just pretty much want to know the response and see if this is worth continuing.

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PS: Also, if you're interested in Beta work, drop me a line? I don't have one yet, and it's going to get me in trouble one day since I suck at editing... ESPECIALLY on my own work . thankyou!!