Ok, so this is my official first fanfiction. Don't know what else say 'cause I'm so new at writing,except I hope you enjoy it at least half I enjoyed writing it. Lots of thanks to Basmathgirl, tardis-mole and people from tumblr such as peerintothepanic,roopina-colada,catherinetatesboob,getoutoftheclassroomcatherine(forgive me if I missed someone) for unconsciously giving me ideas and this lovely people: Anne,Wil and Bee for giving me support and keep waiting for me and my fanfiction. And finally to my dear friend Patrick, cause without his help, i'm not sure if now you'll be reading this. Now all I need is more divine inspiration and Ten/Donna to write down their story.

Chapter 1: It's all about his hair

I'm sitting there, watching how time goes by just as slow as a bird builds its nest, as slow as the sun goes down, as slow as one hour of science during a very long morning, and you end up being more bored. I try to look at the blackboard and pay attention on what the teacher's saying, but all I hear are boring words about genetics and all that stuff that I've already studied last year. I don't understand it. Sure, science is important and even sometimes useful, but nothing new that I didn't know is yet learnt during this long classes. I could just sit here and pretend that I'm listening, but not today. No, I've had enough of that today.

After having to wake up at 6:40, getting dressed and preparing all my things as fast as I could. I walked to school lonely, as always. Until I meet some of the girls half way to school. The walk was quiet. Well quiet for me anyways, because the others were sharing the latest gossips while I kept nodding without listening. As I entered to the class, I felt how warm it was, and loud niggling voices hit my face as I sight . This was just a signal of what I already knew since I woke up this morning: this was going to be a very long day.

Hours passed until we finally reached the last lesson. After ten minutes staring at the outside through the half way opened window. Then the door suddenly opened and a nervous Ms. Williams entered quickly. Some of the girls looked at the woman and asked desperately at the same time: "where is our English teacher?" and all the girl's faces changed from happiness to angst while I smiled to myself proud of not being one of those girls who had the new teacher on a pedestal.

After another long and boring hour, people distracted themselves talking about the next film they were going to watch and who the hottest bloke in the school was, and I wondered for one second where that new and eccentric teacher called John Smith could be. I could count now three months since school started and since that odd teacher in converse introduced himself as the new English teacher. It was not that she was interested or even curious about him. No! Definitely she was not all that girls who adored him, or at least that was what she thought. No, she was sure she was not that daft, but she still wondered why he always seemed to be enthusiastic about teaching while the rest of the teachers didn't think the same. He, now that she realised, started the classes talking about how brilliant Charles Dickens was, or how William (as he called Shakespeare) charmed women , talking about the many ways you can introduce Vitamin C in a humans body against oxidative stress and other odd things that were far related with what we should be studying. Sometimes, the things he said were even funny, and when that happened she simply eye rolled and hide her amusement, but even when he seemed happy she always noticed a spark of sadness in his eyes.

Lost in my thoughts, I noticed that now it was 2:55 and soon I'd finally be leaving school and getting back to a not-so-horrible day at home. The bell rang and dozens of teenagers stood up, took their things and left in a second leaving the room incredibly messy. After the last one had left, Ms. Williams complained about us with a quiet voice and I felt a bit of pity for her and then I tried to smile with a " Don't worry, I'll help you" as I put a chair after another on the table.

When finally there were only two left, I heard running steps coming to us from the corridor and then entering the class with a half desperate and shocked face.

"Have...have they already left yet?"Stuttered him hardly breathing

"Yes" answered softly Ms. Williams not even trying to hide how pleased she was to see the good-looking English teacher. "You were a bit late, but don't worry, I solve it and then came to do the class instead of you."

"Well, thank you Mrs. …?"

"Sarah. You can call me Sarah" said seductively keeping a wide grin.

"Yeah, thank you...Sarah." He nodded making a quiet step back, then turned his head to face me like he hadn't noticed that I was there.

"What are you still doing here Ms. Noble?" he said changing his horrified face to an astonished one.

"Helping" I replied a bit too fast still thinking about the not very comfortable situation I was involved "I... I was helping Ms. Williams with the chairs."

"Oh, good!" said amused.

Ms. Williams looking at me, smiled grateful and tenderly and thanked me for helping her.

"Well...I should be... leaving" I hesitated trying to run away from this situation.

"Do you want me to take you home? It's getting darker out there." Said to me trying to avoid everything related to that desperate woman and the naughty looks she was still giving him.

"Me?" I pointed myself shocked and still evading the situation "I'm not su..."

"Your parents wouldn't be happy to know that their daughter is walking alone this late" he insisted. "Because you live in...?"

"Chiswick" I muttered.

"See! I was going that way too" he concluded amused like he had won a fight for a toy. Suddenly he turned to Ms. Williams "You don't have to worry about anything. Sarah wasn't it? I'll escort Ms. Noble to her house to make sure she's all right." Then he got out of the room and walked down to the corridor.

I didn't know what to say. Wasn't it a too strange that a teacher wanted to take me home? I mean, of course I noticed that Mr. Smith didn't want to spend one more second in here, but was he that desperate?

Ms. Williams sight and gave me a resigned nod "He's right. You can't go alone this late." I'd go with you, but I still have to wait here for an hour.

I waved at her and then slowly walked to the exit. Maybe he was just going to leave her on her own. Could he be that cruel? Or he just wanted to take her for some special reason...like stroke her and take some advantage... Ouch! She slapped herself mentally... She didn't even know why these thoughts came to her mind. Mr. Smith seemed a decent man, bit odd but nice...just like this kind of "nice and strange" people who took away kids. Now she thanked herself for thinking about this. True or not, she definitely wasn't going to stay here to prove herself whether she was wrong or not.

She was already opening the main door of her secondary school when she saw him, carrying with difficulty his things and walking towards her. "But, wait Donna! You don't even know where the car is!"

She had already left the school behind and was now walking across the parking and suddenly turned to him. "Thank you Mr. Smith, but there's a bus stop one street far from here, but thanks anyway. See you tomorrow!" I said trying to smile assuring he was not following me.

-"But are you sure you...?"-he replied but noticing she was now too far to hear him.

I didn't turn until I've walked half a mile. Fortunately Mr. Smith wasn't near, so I slowed my walk. I looked around and couldn't help, to feel a shiver as I noticed there was no one around. Not even cats, or drunk people (which was a relief for me) but the worst thing was that there weren't even cars. It almost seemed a ghost town, a dead town in winter and cold was soaking her through the coat. She stood there for minutes, staring at the damp and frost pavement.

It felt strange, like she in the wrong place, the wrong instant in her life, like nothing was right. And another chill toured her freezing body.