What I can learn from you
Chapter 1
Teach me
Okay, so Wow! I can't believe I woke up at 6 in the morning to write this. I can't believe I wrote this,period. Right now,this is just me getting out my feelings for an old crush that I may of ran into late last night at the super market,who surprise is in teacher's college. Yah,it was one awkward conversation,and I barely got through it alive. Haha...funny where my inspiration comes from...
Disclaimer: I don't own degrassi,and that's pretty much it.
"He's gorgeous." I walked into a room full of hushed whisperers. I was late for class,I was hoping nobody would notice. "Ms Edwards,glad you finally decided to show." The teacher said,putting a checkmark on a newly typed attendance sheet. I blushed in embarrassment as everyone stared at me,and a kid threw a paper airplane to the front of the room. "Mr Fitzgerald do you want to pick that up?"
The teacher gave him a stare,and smirked when he picked up the airplane. "Alright,so welcome to grade 10 English. My name is Mr Goldsworthy ,Do not call Mr Goth,and please do not call me Mr God damn hottie,because my girlfriend doesn't appreciate that very much. I mean,don't get me wrong,I know I'm the shizz." He smirked again.
The class let out laughter. He's so full of himself.
Something about his smile sent chills down my spine. I giggled loudly. I probably shouldn't of done that. "something amusing you,Ms Edwards?" I nodded. "It's just you look a little young to be a teacher..." I said softly.
He snickered and walked over to my desk,looking at me. He had some beautiful green eyes there. "Well not in vampire years." He smirked,looking at my English paper. "You going to need to dig much deeper than that,to get an A in my class." He said huskily. Ally hit me on the arm. "owgh." she laughed.
"You're totally checking out Mr Goldsworthy." I rolled my eyes. "am not,I just find him interesting,that's all." I found him interesting,yup that's true. No reason to deny that. I also found him really hot. I shut my eyes to try to pull myself out of my fantasy.
"Alright,first assignment..." He picked up a marker and walked over to a white board. "Ms Edwards?" He walked down the isle and stood in front of my desk. "If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?"
"Uh..." I don't have an answer for that. "Cat got your tongue?" I shook my head,nervously. "It's kind of personal..." He huffed. "The way a relationship ended,perhaps? The way..." I stopped him. "That's really none of your business." He raised his eyebrows at me. "What you write,is my business." He smirked and picked up the paper on my desk.
"A night of bloody ecstasy." He raised his brows. "That is not an English assignment." I attempted to snatch the paper from him,but to no avail. "Nuh uh uh,not so fast."
I fiddled my book cover nervously. He laughed,and skimmed through my paper. "Well,hate to break it to you,but it's..." He didn't have an answer. "filled with hyperbole and genuinely sloppy?" I asked. He went over to his desk and tossed an apple in the air,catching it in his hand. He took a bite of the apple. He walked back. "yes,but the title is centered."
I gasped. "Guess you've never seen a vampire eat before." He put the paper back on my desk. I glanced at his hand,his muscular hand with black nail polish covering each nail,a series of black onyx rings adorning each finger.
"Ms Edwards,though it's enjoyable,that'll I'll admit...You're not going to get by in this class writing dirty stories about vampires." I just nodded,wanted to ring his neck for embarrassing me in front of the class. I blushed and it was noticeable. "Please let the bell ring" I said under my breath.
"Don't look so glum,I can mentally will it to go slower. It's a vampire thing." He glanced at the clock. He's getting on my nerves now. I smiled through my embarrassment,as the bell finally rang. "Don't forget to take your permission slips for tomorrows trip to Queens!" The teacher yelled over the noise. I quickly rushed into a crowd of people.
"He is so ugh! I'm never going to be able to pass this class!" I hit my head against a locker. "I get it Clare,you're in love with your teacher,many girls have that problem.." She quickly got distracted. Ally stood wide eyed staring at a senior boy. "I just need the right setting to talk to him..."
I rolled my eyes and pushed her in front of the bus, so to speak. She fell right into him. Then I walked off. "Did you get your permission form?" My friend Jenna asked. I shook my head. I didn't really want to face that teacher again. I thought about transferring out of his class.
"The trip and the assignment is worth 40 percent of your grade." I rolled my eyes and headed back to the classroom. I stopped,shaking on the door. It slowly opened,and there was Mr Goldsworthy and some gothic princess frolicking against his desk. "Ms Edwards,don't you knock?" He asked aggravated. I shook my head,as he quickly buttoned his shirt up and retied his tie.
"Um,sorry. I forgot my permission slip." I stuttered as I looked at the black bra under my feet. I picked up the permission slip and hid my eyes. Wow that guy has abs. I rolled my eyes,mentally telling myself to focus. I walked quickly down the hall.
"Ms Edwards! Ms Edwards!" I didn't stop. There's no reason to stop. "Clare!" Clare Edwards!" I walked out the school doors to the bus stop. "Ms Edwards!" He's not giving up. I turned around,and looked at him. "What!"
"Look,I'd really appreciate it,if you didn't tell the school board about this. Believe it or not they have a rule about this sort of thing." I rolled my eyes. "Really,that's absurd!" I said sarcastically. "You should of thought about that before you knocked boots in your high school classroom." I spat,and for some reason he found it funny. "right,what do you want? What will it take for you not to tell anyone about this?" I smirked back at him.
"I'm not into bribery. I have this thing about right and wrong. And frankly,Mr Goldsworthy you kind of bug me." He smirked. "That's what my girlfriend says." He answered,bluntly. "Okay,look I won't tell anyone about your after hours whatever the helk that was,and you just don't single me out in class,okay?" He smirked again.
"I make no promises,Ms Edwards." He said that kind of suggestively... I rolled my eyes again. He left and walked into the parking lot towards a vintage hearse.
The next day, I strolled into English class with my permission slip. "Okay,Ms Edwards. We have everyone! Permission slips on my desk!" I set my permission slip down,as everyone stood up and walked out of the classroom to the parking lot. Mr Goldsworthy gave me a stare. I don't really know how to describe it,something like "don't screw this up." That kind of stare. I boarded the bus with Ally.
"Here we are the museum of Shakespeare" Wow I must of fell asleep somewhere in there. I sat up,as the bus came to a stop. Then everyone stood up,and proceeded to leave the bus. We all got off the bus. Ally and I linked arms as we entered the museum. Somewhere in the crowds of people,we got separated.
I was really lost. I walked past a bunch of exhibits,trying to find someone who looked like a student in my class,no use. I was lost. "Ms Edwards,have you given any thought to the question you were asked in class yesterday?" I turned around slowly. "Mr Goldsworthy." I muttered. "Romeo and Juliet,one of my favorites." I didn't answer. I was disgusted by this man.
"No,I haven't. I mean you were so quick to assume that it was a relationship I'd change. I mean,did it ever dawn on you,something personal could mean my parents?" He sat down on a bench. "No,it didn't. I'm sorry." Was that a genuine apology?
"My mom and dad don't get along." I said. I don't really know why,but I trusted him. He was a teacher. "Well,then write about that." I shook my head. "It's personal." He nodded. "some of the worlds best authors are too. You know what they say,write what you know." I nodded.
"I personally think that's your excuse." What did he just say? I rolled my eyes. "Excuse me?"
"excuse it means a reason for not doing something." I nodded. "yes,Mr Goldsworthy,I know what excuse means." I rolled my eyes again. "I'm just saying you care too much about other people think." This guy is really...
"I don't think that's the case." He smirked. "Then prove it."
"Excuse me?" I asked,bewildered. "prove means to..." I rolled my eyes. "yeah,I got that. How do you suppose I do that?" He looked around. "Scream,Scream at the top of your lungs." I stood there,dumbfounded.
"No way! We're in a museum." I yelled in a whisper. I didn't want to back down from the challenge. I attempted to scream,letting out a pathetic ahh." He shook his head.
"That's the best you can do?" He said like 'give me a break.' I got upset. I stood up,straightened my skirt and screamed really loud. He flew back.
"Wow you've got yourself a set of lungs there." He felt his ear to make sure he didn't go deaf. "Okay,your turn.." He looked at me. "Not my style." I laughed. "Oh! So you can dish it out,but not take it yourself?" I rolled my eyes,as he stood up from the bench and walked away backwards. "You have to do it,you just made me publicly embarrass myself!" I ordered.
He laughed. "No,I won't because it's not something I'd do." I put my finger up,as he backed up against a pillar. "you have too!" I stopped. He grabbed my wrists,and looked into my eyes for a brief moment. I gasped,as he let go,putting his hands up in defense. I walked back awkwardly to the bench,as he leaned his back foot against the white pillar. The only thought going through my head. What just happened?
...
I'm intrigued in a good way. I rolled my eyes and mentally kicked myself. "No,not good Clare. He's a teacher. He's like 26 years old. He has a girlfriend." I went through all the reasons why I shouldn't be having dirty dreams about him. That didn't work. I had the common crush on a teacher. It's common,nothing to be a ashamed of. It's not like I'm actually going to do anything about it. He's a teacher. He's there to teach me,and nothing more.
The next day, I put my assignment on the teacher's desk. I tried to avoid him,stare at the clock,my shoes,my pencil anything to distract me from him and his black lined green eyes. I watched him read the assignment,and motion for me to go to the desk. I stood up and walked up to the desk. "This is really good." I didn't say anything,just sort of stood there awkwardly.
"I've entered you in the young writers symposium." I gulped. "uhh,no,no that's not necessary,please don't do that." I only thought about my severe fear of public speaking,and the personal essay. He didn't seem to change his mind. I was risking my grade,arguing about it. I quietly returned to my desk. Moments later, I found myself standing outside the school auditorium where there were teachers,students,janitors...
I gulped. "yeah,Mr Goldsworthy I can't do this." I got up to leave. "This is your chance to showcase your work,tell your parents how you really feel about their fighting." He insisted.
"no,I can't,I'm sorry,flunk me,really. I just..." I walked out of there. I mean it was a cowardly thing to do,I just couldn't do it.
I sat in my house,nervously waiting for my mother to come home. When she did,I wasn't prepared for what she was going to tell me...
"One of your teachers read your paper. What happened?" She asked,confused. "Mom,I couldn't do it. I saw all those people and my mouth went dry. I just..." She smiled. "I wish I could tell you what's going on Clare,but I can't." I shook my head in disagreement. "yes,you can!" My mother said no. "You're just 16,and you don't need to worry." I rolled my eyes. "yah yah,whatever." I walked off and went outside to get some air. I stopped to shut the door that has a way of sticking. I turned around quickly,when I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat.
"Mr Goldsworthy? What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?" He smirked. "Hello Mr Goldsworthy,How are you? Fine Ms Edwards,thanks for asking. And emergency medical card." He handed me the paper.
"right" I said slowly and confused. "Okay,I just wanted to apologize." I raised my brows. "What for?"
"I'm sorry,I shouldn't of pushed you into that."
"Well you read the paper,and my mom heard every word." I can't believe he read it infront of all those people.
"It deserved some form of recognition."
"You're a talented writer,and I really hope you don't stop,writing. I promise not to interfere again." I walked over to him. "Mr Goldsworthy,you can interfere every once in a while,but I'm still going to do whatever I want." He smirked,as we realized our hands were touching. "wouldn't expect anything less...than an A from you" He got in his car,and drove off.
I smiled,watching it leave. "Well I'm screwed" I said,smiling.