Your name was DIRK STRIDER and you have the BIGGEST crush on the new teaching assistant.

It had all started when your previous teacher, Miss A. Megido wasn't in your history lesson. You took this as an option for your A-Levels as it seemed to be something that might help out, you always liked history anyway.

But ever since that replacement teacher you liked it even more.

He was tall, much taller than you. Probably about 6"5', and he had a pair of thick framed glasses and his skin was a delicious shade of caramel. His hair was dark brown and looked very soft. You could tell that under his shirt he wasn't scrawny either. He had broad shoulders and seemed to be built. Not the kind of rippling muscles one of your classmates had, (one that obviously had a boner for Aradia) but enough that it made his shirt a little too close fitting than seemingly comfortable.

He usually wore a green tie, plain white shirt and a bag with a small skull symbol on the front. Other times it was a golden yellow bag with a pair of pure, white wings on it.

It surprised even you that you had managed to remember all of this.

You were 18, going on 19 and you had to re-take a year of AS levels because you'd failed most of it and failed to turn up to a lot of lessons because of mental issues you were having. You were currently doing your A2's, but were determined to at least make friends with your teacher before the end of the year. It may sound stupid, but you really really liked this guy. No matter what he did or what happened to him, he was always cheerful, usually with a bright smile on his face, (you'd noted the buck teeth that he had and the emerald green of his eyes that made your insides feel warm.) and he always made the best of things.

You remember his first day when he got food thrown at him and he accidentally slipped, having the whole canteen laugh at him, food all down his smart attire, yet he still kept smiling and started laughing with everyone else. He'd even complimented the people who cooked it, saying that it was a "splendiferous food choice" before he left for the day to change clothing.

You don't know exactly why he made your heart do somersaults and your stomach do triple backflips against your other organs, but it made you kind of sad that you knew truly that it would never work until you got out of education. He probably wouldn't even be that interested in guys, as by default, you still thought he was as straight as a ruler.

Today was the day you were going to try and befriend your teacher, no matter how intimidated by his height you were.

You were getting ready in your room, trying to figure out the best thing to wear, rummaging through your drawers like there was no tomorrow. You finally found your favourite shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans, sliding them on with ease and in a matter of seconds you were packing your bag. He'd said before that "Aradia wouldn't be back for a while, as she was ill and going under surgery as her heart was a tad off." You didn't usually call teachers by their first names, but no one decided to call him out on it, so you restrained yourself as well.

After you were ready you'd run out of the house before your brother could wake up and hurried to school.

You didn't even realise it was 7:03am by the time you got to the building. It was open, but you didn't have your first lesson until 9am, so you had some serious time to kill.

You decided to go get some of the schools breakfast, that they only made for people that came in this fucking early on purpose. You quickly picked up some toast and a cup of hot chocolate and went to sit down. You probably looked like death at this moment, you didn't seem too happy to be here at this time, but at least you had your shades and hair styled to match. That was when you saw it. Mr English - of whom you did not know the first name of yet - was walking through the doors himself to get breakfast. Why was he here so early? Why did he look so happy? How could someone be this much of a morning person, it just didn't make sense.

You were the only person other than your teacher in here, and you had quickly got out a book to read as you sat at a table by yourself. Munching on your toast as you read, you heard a pair of footsteps stop in front of you, and therefore, looked up. You only had two lessons today, but they were at polar ends of the day so you had to stay in here for the same amount of time as a fucking year 7 or some shit. Even though you two were the only people in here, you didn't realise that your teacher crush would be standing right there in front of you. You ended up swinging your feet between the chair as your feet didn't exactly touch the floor.

"Is something wrong or are your feet glued in place?"

"No, no, I was just wondering, could I sit down with you? You are the only other person in here and you do look mighty lonely."

You swallowed and nodded, that accent could drill a hole in your insides and you wouldn't even care. Turning back to your book, just listening to him put his drink down. He didn't seem to buy any food, but he seemed pretty content just sitting there without it. He broke the silence with a small cough, and asked. "So, why are you here so early, chap? You don't really seem like a morning person."

You refained from saying 'why yes, it's because i have the biggest whopping crush on you and decided to get up early and forget the fucking time' and instead, responded with; "Oh, no, it's just because my alarm clock had a mishap, I didn't realise until I was here."

He didn't seem to believe you, but his smile just grew and it was almost infectious.

Almost.

"So why are you here so early, Mr English?"

He took another sip of his tea and actually had to think about it for a moment, before shrugging and replying in a hushed tone. "Because I have maths tutoring in about 10 minutes."

Your eyes went wide behind your shades and then you realised. You could always spend more time with him by having him as a personal tutor. "Oh, sweet. I'm really shit at maths to be honest. Maybe you could give me a couple of pointers sometime." Smooth.

Mr English just nodded and beamed at you, picking up his cup of tea. "If you have any spare time you can drop by and I'll help you out with as much as I can. Room C216. I don't usually do much, so just drop by whenever really."

This was it. You'd got yourself a kinda date.