So lately I've started to watch Pretty little liars, and a certain adorably cute couple on that show have given me the inspiration to write this fic. I know I also have another one on the go, which I will continue to update but I just had to start this one will I'm feeling inspired. Hope you enjoy! X

The first day of term. A brand new year. A new beginning for everyone.

Peter Barlow, was the new teacher. Straight out of university. He was young, tidy and down-right gorgeous. He was the lucky one. He had made it through the excruciating series of interviews and landed himself a teaching post at the elite Manchester private school, Coronation High, named after the famously rich and admirable Coronation street.

Carla Donovan. The rich girl. Daddies spoilt little princess. Some called her a spoilt brat, yet she was still by far the most popular girl in her year. She too was one of the lucky ones, her family's seemingly endless amounts of money and close-knit relations allowed her unconditional acceptance into Coronation high, despite her notorious misbehaviour.


Standing up towards the front of his new year eleven English class, Peter lightly coughed in an attempt to get each and every pupils attention.

"Hello class, I'm Mr Barlow, your new English teacher." He introduced smiling awkwardly as each and every one of the kids gazed up to him, all except one. There always has to be one he thought looking straight at her. He could immediately tell there was something different about this child. Maybe it was the way she disregarded every uniform rule in the school or the way she sat; legs leaning against the desk, like it was some form of foot-stool, with the latest model of a phone attached to her hands. Either way she definitely stuck out from all the other, immaculately dressed kids all sitting as straight as humanly possible, obviously eager to learn.

"So as you are all hopefully all aware this year is a very important one. But it is also a very busy one. And I'm not one for wasting time. As you can all see I have put on each desk a copy of the book we will be studying this term, 'of mice and men'. If you could all open up to the first page and write the title in your jotter please, we will begin reading." Peter continued, still staring directly at the girl sat at the back of the room, who appeared to be making no effort to take part in any class work. Walking between the desks, he made her way towards where she was sitting.

"Carla Donovan is it? I've heard a lot about you…" Peter started up again as he approached the girl as presumed was the well-known Carla. Nearly every teacher he had seen that morning had made a point of mentioning her, and by the sounds of it - she wasn't a favourite amongst the teachers.

"Now why wouldn't that surprise me? They may as well form a society against meh." She stated in disgust, still not losing focus from the ever-so important text she seemed to be typing.

"Actually some teachers spoke quiet fondly of you. You seem to have a lot of potential Carla. Maybe if you put that phone away for a lesson or two you might learn something and surprise yourself."

"And why would I wanna do that? School's for gimps and I certainly ain't one of 'em. Plus I already know what I'm gonna do.." She continued, finally breaking eye contact from the small screen of her phone, to look at him. Those eyes they were gorgeous. In fact everything about her was beautiful. Quickly looking away, Peter almost immediately stood up. What was he thinking! She was a kid. No more than fifteen, yet he found himself attracted to her in all sorts of ways he shouldn't do.

"Look just put the phone away and opens your books please. I won't ask you again." Peter told her, retreating back towards his desk at the front.

"Silent reading please class. I want to be at chapter three by tomorrow." He instructed, taking his seat back at the front. Turning on the computer her tried desperately to distract himself from these feelings he was experiencing, but he just couldn't get her out of his head. He knew it was wrong, incredibly wrong, but boy was she stunning…