The alarm blared in my ear, my belly instantly rumbling since I hadn't eaten dinner last night. A loud groan escaping my lips as I reluctantly push myself up to sit up straight on my bed, my alarm still ringing. "Emma! Wake up!" Ruby, my roommate, shouts at me. It had become a tradition for Ruby to scream at me to wake up because I've had a reputation for sleeping through my alarms.

"Emma!" I groan, she was always persistent that brunette. "I'm up!" I bellow, needing her to shut up so I can get ready. I notice my alarm still buzzing and quickly reaching forward to switch my phone off before I throw it across the room.

Mentally sighing, I swing my legs off the bed until my tip-toes touch the cold wooden flooring beneath me. Pushing up, I stand up straight and stretch my back, the movement making my limbs relax once I breathe in deeply.

I had already laid out my outfit for the first day of my last year of high school. I was pulled behind for a year so I'm 18 and will graduate when I'm 19. Although, luckily, my best friend Ruby was pulled behind with me so I could stick with her which was a huge plus.

I fixed my face with some makeup, my dark red lipstick makes my green eyes pop. I curled my hair to perfection before making my way across the room and back to my bed which had my clothes laid out on. I had tucked my white sheets in the dryer last night after washing them so I woke up in clean new sheet this morning, a good new start to the day. I still had another thirty minutes before my first class would start. It was a good thing I knew where everything was.

The scent of toothpaste still lingered in my mouth, reminding me to pack mind in my handbag before leaving my dorm room. I put on a pair of black ripped jeans, red tank top which I tucked into my jeans, a black leather jacket and a pair of black vans which I pulled out from my closet. I walked towards my mirror, taking in my appearance. I smirk as I realise I look like a biker chick, although, I'm not complaining since I look hot.

I pack my Michael Kors handbag, packing my MacBook, notebook, a few pens, lip balm, MacBook charger, phone charger, keys, wallet and some mints. I shove my phone into the back pocket of my jeans before making my way out of my room and into the living room of Ruby and I's apartment which we had bought together. I had worked extra shifts at her grandmothers restaurant so I could some money and move out of Granny's house and start making a living for myself.

Ruby and I met in 5th Grade, a year after her parents passed away in a car crash and her grandma, Eugene, who everyone calls Granny, took me in after she found out about my abusive foster home. My parents abandoned me on the side of the road when I was only a few days old. Ever since then, I realised I am better off without them. I am now living in a three bedroom apartment with my best friend and had lots of money saved up.

I exited my bedroom, taking a last look at my queen sized bed. My room is quite beautiful I have to say. My bed sheets were white with white pillowcases along with a pink satin blanket at the end of the bed. I didn't like having more than two pillows on the bed since it looks too much in my opinion. My walls were white with three windows, overlooking the town, a perfect view of the town clock tower. In the corner of my room was a white wooden desk and a light pink chair to match. A bunch of stuff laid on top like notebooks and extra school supplies, knowing I would lose a lot of stuff in the first week. Two white bedside tables stood beside my bed, a lamp with a black cover on each of them. There were a few Polaroid pictures hung on the wall but that was pretty much it. I loved my room. It was simple but elegant and grown up, it was something I needed at this time of my life.

"Hey, gorgeous. You're lookin' good today." Ruby smiled, leaning against the marble kitchen island with a cup of coffee in her hands. I laughed, carefully dropping my bag beside the white couch, making my way to join my friend for breakfast.

"You excited for today?" I asked, pouring myself a cup of coffee.

"Yep, you?"

I nod, humming as I lift my cup to my lips, the hot liquid instantly warming me up from still being in sleep mode. It was nine am and my first class starts at nine thirty and it was only a five-minute walk to the school.

"I'm going to head off, I want to get to get there early. Will I see you in Psychology?" Ruby nodded wishing me a stroke of good luck and said we would meet at Granny's at one. "Bye hun," Ruby shouted after me as soon as I closed the door to the dorm, hugging my jacket tight to my chest before plugging in my earphones into my phone and my ears. I had almost forgotten them but I spotted them in the corner of the couch and hastily swiped them before I left.

Walking down the path, watching for sign on where I should go. I passed by the large courtyard where some students laid on the grass, probably studying already. I rolled my eyes as I approached the school. I received my schedule a few days prior so I know I have to be at my photography class in fifteen minutes. I first had Photography, English Lit then Psychology. Those were my favourite subject so I knew they would be easy to pass as long as I didn't get a bitchy teacher like last year. Ms Sheik, my old Psychology teacher failed me and I was so pissed. Fortunately, she retired two months ago. I was thankful she was already nearing the age seventy.

'Sweet like psycho' started playing through my earbuds and I sang along as I stopped into my Photography room, I look through the small glass pane to check if anyone was inside and only one person was there, sitting in the back. I sighed, pushing the door open, the brunette looked up at me and smiled which I happily returned.

"Hi." She said, her brown eyes watching me as I approached where she was sitting. I sat on her left, I always prefer sitting in the back since I didn't like bringing attention to myself. "My name's Emma, what's yours?" I held my hand out to the brunette, hopefully, this girl could be my new friend since I could use some friends in this class.

"I'm Belle. It's nice to meet you, Emma." She smiled, shaking my hand before nervously pulling back and leaning back in her chair. I did the same, the both of us sitting quietly in our seats while waiting for the teacher and other students to enter.

"Where are you from?" Belle asked, looking in my direction. I turned around in my seat to face to brunette. She was sweet, I could tell.

"Here, born and raised. At least I think so. I was abandoned on the side of the road as a baby." I replied solemnly. Sometimes I dreamt of what life would be like if my parents hadn't abandoned me, maybe we could've been happy.

"I'm so sorry." She sat up them, moving closer to me. I shake my head. "It's ok, really. Where are you from?" I replied, trying to change the subject to something else.

"Boston, we moved here two months ago." At that moment students started filling the classroom, student after student.

After a few minutes, all the seats in the class were filled. Everyone was talking to each other, filling each other in on their vacations while a man with curly brown hair entered the room, closing the door behind him and eyeing the class. He had his bag with him, placing it on his desk and opening it.

"Good morning everyone, my name is Mr Booth and I'm your Photography teacher." His greeting heard throughout the walls of the classroom. The tables were set in a circle, Belle sitting on my right and a blonde on my left who I have not seen before.

He took everything out of his bag and placed it on his desk before clapping his hands together. "Alright, let's get started."

The hour went flying past as it was mostly talking about what camera's we owned and introducing ourselves to the class. There were some people I recognized from the year prior but I have seemed to forgot their names.

The bell rang, signalling it was time for everyone to pack up and make their way to their next class which for me, was Psychology, room 213 so I didn't have to walk far. I bid my new friend Belle a goodbye and we went separate ways since she was working part-time in the library for her free hour.

I exited the room and made my way to the next class. Mr Booth was quite a chill teacher and seemed to be a 'go with the flow' type of mentor. I just hoped my Psychology teacher is the same.

I reached the door and pushed it open, entering the class and noting there were already five people sitting down. The class was different from Mr Booth's as the tables were set up in pairs. At least now I know I'll have a partner. The class was definitely bigger than the rest as there were twenty desks in total and it wasn't cramped at all.

I hastily made my way to the back of the class, sitting in a free seat and pulling my stuff out of my bag. Including my, laptop, pen and notebook which I had bought especially for this class as I want to ace it with straight A's.

I sit quietly in my seat for a few minutes, watching as students filled the others seats and as one student, in particular, approached my table. He smiled at me, placing his bag on the floor and leaning down to take out the supplies he needed for this class and placing them on the desk. He sat beside me, not saying anything as he opened up his computer and creating a new document on google docs. I presumed he was doing this for taking notes which is what I should be doing.

The class goes silent then, the class door opening once again as a drop dead gorgeous brunette walks into the class. My mind screams as she sways her hips while walking up to her desk, dumping her handbag on top as if it was of no use to her.

"Good morning or afternoon. My name is Miss Mills and I will be your Psychology teacher for this year." Her voice sultry, my mouth waters and I mentally orgasm at the sight of her. Of fucking course, she's going to be my teacher.

"Now, just to let you all know, I am not one of those 'go with the flow teachers' I am what some students call me, a 'hard-ass' or 'The Evil Queen' okay? I will not tolerate lateness nor will I tolerate work which is handed in late." Miss Mills added, the whole class silent as they took in her words. I was not intimidated. I was too busy watching her red plump lips moving. Fuck, how could someone be this insanely beautiful?

"Does everyone understand me?" She asked, her tone laced with sternness as she spoke.

Voices scattered from students replying to her questions. "Yes, Miss." I could tell the other students were intimidated but I don't see it. They say that the people who are hardest on the outside are the softest on the inside.

"Good, now let's get started, shall we?" She announced, everyone, knowing it was a rhetorical question as she turned on the screen projector and went through everything she will teach us this year.

I was mesmerized by the way she talked about Psychology, it was clear she had a passion for it as a child. As do I currently. Her hips swayed as she danced around the room, explaining things that I, frankly, wasn't paying attention to.

"Miss? Are you paying attention?" Her voice pulling me out of my trance. Fuck, she was staring right at me with her perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised.

"Y- Yes, Miss." Did I really have to fucking stammer at that moment? She must think I am a complete idiot now...

She hummed, her facial features relaxing for just a moment before her walls shot right back up. "What's your name?" The brunette asked.

My anxiety levels now shooting through the roof as everyone in the class was now staring at me with pity. I watched as she placed both her palms on her desk and leant down to focus on me.

"Emma Swan," I state boldly, hoping I didn't stall for too long as I didn't want to embarrass myself even further.

Miss Mills hummed again and nodded, turning away from me to write some notes on the board. "Okay, please pay attention Miss Swan." She says coldly. Everyone turning around and writing down what Miss Mills had written on the board.

I sunk into my chair and copied the notes on the board onto my computer, making sure to pay attention as I didn't want to be embarrassed yet again.

The rest of the class went by fine, I stole some glances at her ass which I hope she had not noticed. I hastily packed everything up and left the class in a hurry, shoving past other students to leave the classroom even quicker. I couldn't stand being in that classroom for a second longer with her or I would break.

I took my phone out from my back pocket and plugged in my earphones, shoving my hands into my pockets as I made my way to Granny's where I promised I would meet Ruby. I was ready to burst and tell her about Miss Mills, my hot new Psychology teacher who would eventually be the death of me.

I practically ran into the diner, looking around the room and spotting Ruby in a booth in the back. She looked up from her phone and smiled at me, letting her phone fall on the table before waving me over. I smiled and promptly made my way over to the booth, sitting across from her and shrugging off my leather jacket.

"You okay, Swan?" I huffed, my hands slamming down onto the table loudly, Ruby flinching for a second. "My new Psychology is so fucking beautiful." I sighed, leaning back in the booth and throwing my head back.

Ruby laughs and shakes her head at me which I roll my eyes at. "Let me guess, Miss Mills?" My head shoots up, how does Ruby know about Miss Mills?

"How do you know Miss Mills?" I asked, leaning forward and resting my elbows on the booth. "What do you two girls need?" A voice said from behind us. I looked to my side and noticed Granny's had approached our booth.

We ordered quickly, wanting to know how Ruby knew my new Psych teacher. Granny walked away, leaving the both of us be and I faced towards my friend.

"Everyone is talking about the sexy new Psychology teacher, Miss Mills." She started smiling. I sighed, leaning back in my chair, a small piece of jealousy stabbing me in the heart. Somehow I hated that other people were drooling over her, I felt some sort of protection for the woman like I didn't want another student near here.

I knew I shouldn't feel like that, she is my teacher and I'm her student. Nothing could ever happen. Although... I am eighteen so would it really be wrong? It is legal after all.

I mentally slap myself, I shouldn't be thinking these things. I have only just met the woman and I'm already thinking of being in a relationship with her. God, she is probably straight anyway. Plus, why would she go with someone who is much younger than her?

"Hey, Em?" A hand waved in front of my face, a mere two inches from hitting me, the action pulling me out of my trance. I blinked my eyes, focusing on my friend who is looking at me with concern.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking down and noticing my hot chocolate was placed in front of me. How come I didn't notice Granny came by again? "You ok?" Ruby asked again. I nodded and smiled in her direction, reassuring her I am completely and utterly fine. So very fine.

Ruby went on and talked about her classes, I realised I would be having Miss Mills again for English Literature in an hour. This is going to be a long ass year...