Okay, so this was inspired by two things.
1. ..com/art/Miss-Lindsay-111905827 -This picture I drew of Lindsay as a teacher, but this story is Chris as the teacher.
2. The song "Dont Stand So Close To Me" by the Police.

Chris and Lindsay are one of my favorite pairings, and I've never actually written from Lindsay's POV before, so this was a bit of a challenge, but still it's fun to write and I hope you enjoy reading it ^^

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Chapter One:

"Now listen up, maggots!" Principal Hatchet came strutting into the classroom in his usual pinstripe suit, with that familiar gap between his teeth as he spoke. Principal Hatchet wasn't too bad, he just has some issues was all, but after spending so many times in his office for getting that Colby boy to do my homework, he wasn't really too bad. "You're getting a new teacher like it or not! This is Mr. McClean!"

Like it, definitly. As soon as I laid eyes on this new Mr. Clean guy, I could've sqeeled. He was an uber hottie, and definitly not much older than me. He had this 7 o'clock shadow thing, that made him look soo rough and sexy, and his eyes were smoldering goodnesses! I could see that I wasn't the only one who Mr. Clean caught their eye. My best friend, Heather, was eyeing him down like a piece of candy, so was my friend Beth. That was so unfair, especially since Heather was dating mega hot Justin. I mean, she was such a sweetie but it wasn't fair that she got all the cute guys, I mean I was way prettier than her. I was soo the prettiest girl in school and everyone loved me, especially the quarterback, Taylor. He and I dated for a while, but he just wasn't really my type.

Well anyways, Principal Hatchet left, and Mr. McClean was settling down at his desk, and told us all to just call him Chris, and that Mr. McClean was his father. I laughed. I was the only one laughing. That's when he smiled at me. He flashed me a gorgeous, diamond like smile, but he didn't look at me long. It was just a quick smile, and then back to his desk to set up. I was still grinning back, probably a little goofily, but could you blame me?

"Linthay!" whispered Beth from two seats behind me.

I turned to face her with a questionable look.

"Heather callth dibs." she said.

That was so not nice. Heather was a doll and all, but she always did that to me. Like I saw Justin first, and she still went after him right after she said she'd talk to him for me. I mean I loved her and all, but she seriously had to stop doing that to me because I saw Mr. McKyle first, and I bet he thought I was prettier than Heather too.

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We ended up having Chris for two subjects. Well homeroom and math. I totally hated Math though. I usually sat next to the class President, Noel, and copied his answers. It irritated him, I know, but he stopped stopping me so that was a good sign. It's just Chris caught me.

"Lindsay," he said. He wasn't wearing that look in his eye anymore, maybe since Heather had one of his earlier classes, she took him already.

"Yes, Chip?" I asked, batting my eyelashes in his direction.

"Are you cheating there, off of Noah?" he asked, grinning a bit playfully, and walking over to me.

"It's normal rutine, Chris." sighed Noah a bit bored. "Barbie Girl and Math don't really coexist."

Chris rolled his eyes as Noah went back to his work, and I couldn't help but stifle a giggle. "Stay after class." he told me, and went back to the board talking about square roots, which made no sense because boxes didn't have hair, and I thought we were doing Math and not Geography. But well, I bet Heather didn't get a special invitation to stay after class. He would probably ask me out or something and I could so brag to Heather about my new boyfriend.

Turns out though, Chris didn't ask me to stay after school for that reason.

Alright, so it's a little short, but there will be more chapters later on. So what did you think about it? Please leave a review to tell me your ideas, unless it's to talk about how pedafilish this pairing would be, or that you don't like it (because you'll just be wasting both of our times)