A/N: Hi, this is my first published fic. Um, I don't have a beta yet, so if there's any mistakes, I'm sorry! Hopfully, I can find one? Anyway, I just wanted to post this and see if it gets any feedback. So please review! Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Natasha Romanoff hurried down the hall. She was late..again. Principal Fury was going to have her ass in detention for a week. She finally made it to class and flung the door open. Instead of old Mrs. Larraby standing at the front board, there was an extremely attractive man. Natasha's steps faltered. He was gorgeous. Brown hair, green eyes, and a body that would make any girl swoon.
"Is there something I can do for you?" he asked, clearly annoyed by the interruption. Natasha snapped out of her trance and handed him her late slip. She mumbled an apology and sat down.
"Now, as I was saying. Mrs. Larraby will no longer be your teacher. I, however, will be. My name is Mr. Barton. I am 24 years old, and I have a great appreciation for literature. Any questions?"
Some girl raised her hand and asked if he was married. Natasha's ears perked up, her interest peaked. He gave a slight laugh and said that he wasn't. A few girls giggled and smiled, probably hoping to get some alone time with their new teacher. Most of the boys scowled, angry that the girls' attention had strayed from them. Natasha sighed. Why were they all so stupid?
"Okay you guys let's start something new today." Mr. Barton said as he passed out books.
Natasha sighed. There were reading The Scarlet Letter, a book she'd read many times before.
"Not happy with the reading material?" Mr. Barton asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, um no! It's just that I've read it a few times before." Natasha stuttered out. Ugh, why was she so socially awkward?
"Then hopefully you'll pass the tests."
Natasha scowled at his back as he walked away. For the rest of the class, she stared out the window.
