Three, two, one! The bell finally rang, setting off a roar of students. Why were these students so excited you may ask? Well it's the end of the first day of school. As a teacher I shouldn't be as happy as I am, but these kids are seriously getting on my nerves! One minute they are all like 'I am in high school, I can do whatever I want' and the next they are like 'Ugh, why do we have to go to school? Don't we already know this?' Okay I may be over exaggerating, but this group of kids is worse than any I have works with so far in my short career as a teacher.
I am an English teacher at McKinley high school, in Wesley, Ohio. I teach the most rowdy bunch of kids there is. They are juniors for crying out loud. Can't they at least act like they care? And I'm pretty sure that they think I'm just going to let them off the hook for their "mistakes", just because I'm not that much older than them, and this is my first year as an actual teacher. I'm sure some of them think that I am just a kid like them, but I'm a mature adult, and I need to take a stand. So here goes nothing! But you know what, I'm going to wait till tomorrow to make that stand, I'm kind of tired. And if I want to last another day with these high school kids, I need my rest.
The next day, the second day of school to be exact, is actually looking up to be a great day. The kids aren't as annoying as I originally thought they would be. I mean some kids were seriously getting on my nerves, but I've been warned about those certain kids beforehand.
"Hey Mr. Huddle" one of the, dare I say, more attractive, students said, walking into my class during my free period.
"May I help you, Blaine?" I asked. Yes I know that he's a student, and a boy, but he is extremely attractive.
"Um… yes. I was wondering, since we have book reports due at the end of the week, which I think is ridiculous considering it's the first week of school, if you could help me out with a little conundrum?" He asked, and I have to admit he sounded sort of nervous.
"And what would this conundrum be Mr. Anders?" I asked very curious of why he would need my help with anything, he is in fact one of the brightest kids in the school.
"Well I don't really have a book, or in other words, I don't read books." He said sounding as if he was embarrassed. "And?" I asked him, staring at my desk writing a story, well a story of sorts. "Well, this is kind of embarrassing. But I read fanfictions, well I write fanfictions, and…" "And you were wondering if you could get the book report credit for writing you fanfictions? Correct?" I cut him off, now very interested that he writes fanfictions, considering that I write them too! I know, I know I'm a teacher I shouldn't be writing them but I have always liked them, getting to make up your own stories as you go. It just gives me a thrill writing out my fantasies, and no one knowing that they are mine.
"Yes, how'd you know?" Blaine asked me. I doubt more curious than I am.
"I happen to dabble in the art of fanfictions as well. Are you writing one right now?" I asked just wondering how creative this kid actually is. "Yes actually I am." Blaine said very enthusiastically. "I'll tell you what? You finish writing that fanfiction by the end of the week, and let me read it then…" "I d-don't think that I-I can do t-that, b-but maybe I c-can write a n-new one?" Blaine cut me off.
"Are you okay Blaine, your sweating bullets over there!" I said. Very worried I walked around to the other side of my desk that he had been sitting at. I pulled out one of the chairs at the tables in the front row, and put it by him and sat down. I reached out and put my hand on his forehead, he was hotter than Tom Hiddleston as Loki! Yeah I know VERY gay. But I was generally concerned about him.
"U-um I have to go Mr. Huddle. I'll see you eighth period." Blaine said as he quickly left my room. Quite frankly I was confused as hell, but I was more confused as to what just happened with Blaine.
Finally it was the last period of the day, and also the class I have Blaine in. I was going to need to talk to him, even if it meant doing it during class.
"Good afternoon class, as you may know we have a book report due at the end of the week. I know its short notice but I just need to see where all of you stand in my class to determine the curriculum for this year." I told the class, but I was looking at the front of the class where Blaine sat in the table parallel my desk.
"If you would please spend the period reading your books, I'm giving you this time to work now please use it wisely." I added, I walked over to the table at which Blaine sat, I bent over and as quietly as I could "Can I talk to for a minute? Outside." I asked him. He nodded and I led him out the door.
As soon as we made it to the end of the hall, at the foyer, I turned to him and gestured for him to sit down at the couple chairs that were set out there.
"Do you know why I brought you out here?" I asked Blaine. "Yes, and I'd like to apologize for earlier, and I really don't want to talk about it, just not now okay? Maybe sometime in the future where we can know each other a little better" Blaine commented.
"Okay and I'll let you write another fanfiction if that's really what you want okay?" I asked and he nodded. "Now go back to class." I said helping him up and leading him back to my classroom.
He stopped right outside the door to the room and I looked at him with a confused expression on my face. "Thank you." He said and gave me hug. "What for?" I asked awkwardly patting him on the back.
"For understanding and not questioning me. Oh, and sorry about the hug, I um… just got carried away I guess. And I'll get that fanfic for you by tomorrow after school, I'm a fast writer." He smiled then turned away and walked into the room and took his seat in the front.
By the time I got all my work done, the class was almost over. "Okay class, tomorrow we will be starting a new class read, and we will decide what that book is tomorrow. Don't pack up till the bell rings." I told the class.
The bell rang and as I was going back to my desk Blaine gave me super, completely, and utterly adorable smile. OMG what am I thinking, he is a student and I cannot be doing this!
That night all I could think about was Blaine, his smile, the hug. Oh the hug that made me rethink things, did he like me? No he couldn't, could he? I got to get my priorities straight! As I fell asleep, I still couldn't get him out of my mind.
Its lunch now and I am sitting at my desk as usual, drinking a coffee, which seriously tastes horrid, but I have to have something to keep me awake from my long night, not being able to sleep with the thoughts of my student, and this is so not healthy. But it's inevitable that all my thoughts somehow go back to him. I need to stop this!
"Hello? Mr. Huddle?" Blaine started waving his hands in front of my face."Are you ok? I wanted to drop off my fanfic; I stayed up all night writing it, so now it's done."
"Oh yea sorry, I was just thinking. You can just put it on my desk and I start to read it as soon as I can." I told him, gah I feel like such an idiot, thinking about him.
He set the story on my desk and started walking out of my room. "This is my new one I wrote, I hope you like it." And with that he was out of the door as quick as could be, but leaving behind a smell that just intoxicated me… I cannot be doing this. I need to stop it.
I picked up the fanfiction Blaine had left on my desk and I looked at the title "Unrequited Love", I do have to say that it's not as creative as I thought it would be, but it must mean something to him if he wanted me to read it.
He had it all neat and organized; just typing it out must've taken hours. I should start reading now since I have nothing to do. And quite frankly I am really, really, looking forward to reading it.
I opened to the first page and started reading.
'It all started on the first day of school. I met someone, they were perfection, nothing I could ever imagine, yet here they were, in the front of the class. But there's one thing that's wrong here, I know it sounds perfect, but this person, this amazingly brilliant person, could never love me back as much I love them.
You see the thing that is wrong with this picture, the thing that could ruin it all, is that this person, that I love so, so much, is my teacher. No not just any teacher, no, one that has shimmering blue eyes, caramel brown curls, and a smile that could stun the stars. He is the person I can never have, the person that already got away before he was even here.
And I have to admit, this sounded crazy the first time I said it out loud, and I swear this is 100% true, deep down in my heart, I love my English teacher. And I'm not just saying that because I think I love him, I'm saying it because I love him, I am in love with him. But one thing's for sure, he will never love me back.'
I didn't even bother reading further; I wasn't even done with the first chapter. But does he really mean this? I mean is he actually in love with me? This couldn't be. What do I say? Maybe it's just a story. Maybe it has nothing to do with me. Right?
I glanced over the next page, wondering what was happening here. I stopped in the middle of the page, it read 'His name is Mr. Huddle, and I am completely and utterly in love with him.' There is no way I can let this slide. I mean I'm not going to get him in trouble or anything I just need to talk to him. That's it I'll talk to him! All settled then. Isn't it?