DEEP AS OCEAN

Hey, I'm new here and this is my first story ever.

I wanted to apologise because English is not my first language nor my second one, I'm Spanish so my writing won't be perfect. I just had this story in mind for a really long time and decided to actually write it.

I've read a lot of teachers stories and decided to do my own. It will have similarities to other ones but the story is 100% mine.

Anyway, hope you enjoy. I have started with 2000 words and I don't even speak English. That's a start.

I do not own South of Nowhere or any of their characters.

Chapter 1

RIIIIIIIIIING

Shit. Late again. Ugh.

So now it seems that getting dressed at full speed and driving here like a psycho had been for nothing. Not that I wanted to get to class or anything but still I made that big of an effort, well everyone welcome to my life.

At least it was Friday. Thank God it was Friday. Yesterday I spend the entire day complaining why did Thursdays exist. I complained so much my friends got annoyed at me and didn't want to sit with me at lunch. As if that affected me. Losers.

I hated Thursdays. No but really they're like days that only exist to keep Friday away from coming. Ugh. But above all I hated Mondays. Why on Earth do we have to start a week, does the world know that nobody wants to get up early just to go to work or school? Yeah, that's what I thought.

I looked at the clock in my phone and saw I was late for twelve minutes now. After deciding it would be easier skipping class than apologising to the teacher and telling her the real reason of why I was late, not that I couldn't lie, I made my way off the campus. I decided to stay in the front seat of my amazing car, a Porsche Cayman S, my baby. God knows how I love this car.

I took out a cigarette and calmly smoke it while I closed my eyes. I was so comfortable that sleep came over me and didn't remember when I passed out.

I heard a gentle tap on my window but my eyes remain closed. Whoever was on the other side of the window didn't give up and continued tapping on the window, now with more force and insistence. I growled in frustration, quickly opening my eyes and ready to kick someone's ass when I turned to the window and saw Madison.

''Good morning Ash. Slept well?'' she said with a sickeningly sweet voice and a smirk on her face. That bitch.

So Madison and I were best of friends, we met when I came here and instantly took a like on each other. Our relationship was like a rollercoaster, for example when I came out to her she didn't understand me and gave me the shoulder. From now on then she started calling me names and pushing me against lockers but that changed when my father died. She was the only one who came to my house and kept me company while my mother got drunk and fucked different men, she was the only one who knew how much it affected me knowing I had a sister, she was the first one who I told about my first girlfriend and how much I loved her and she was the first one who I told how much it hurt me when she- I can't, sorry. I thought after all this time the pain would've vanished, but feeling that ache in my heart, I knew it was still there. She promised me that no matter what, we were always going to be friends and since that day, we've been best friends again.

''Fuck you'' I answered. What, she's still a bitch. Did you expect that after what I told you I would greet her with a welcoming world? Me neither.

''You wish'' Ugh. She's so... ugh. And yes I use that word a lot. Problem? I didn't think so. And just because I'm a lesbian and a hard sex addict, doesn't mean I would take any girl. Just the ones I find attractive, and yes Madison is very pretty but hey, she's my friend and straight. She was wearing that smirk again and when I looked at it I realised I was missing something. I started searching for it in my seat when Madison interrupted my action with her voice.

''Looking for this?'' she asked while holding my half smoked cigarette in her right hand while the other one was in her hip. ''You shouldn't smoke''

''Yeah yeah, don't play the concerned friend with me Mads. Since when do we listen to what we should or shouldn't do.'' I reproached her as I took my cigarette out of her hands and took a long drag of it.

''True'' she said taking again my cigarette and bringing it to her own mouth. She released a large mass of smoke before continue talking. ''Anyways it's lunch time and since no one saw you in your first five periods I supposed I'd find you here.''

'' Oh Mads, that's sweet. You do really know me. How cute.'' I answered her with false adoration in my eyes while I jumped out of my car and made my way to hug her.

'' Whatever. Now c'mon, everyone's waiting for you.'' she said refusing my hug and starting to walk away to our common table.

Once there, I saw Taylor, Kyla, Chelsea and Madison already seated. So Taylor Halley was besides Madison my best friend and more than that. She was my friend with benefits. We dated a while ago but decided we should break up 'cause we worked best as friends who talked with sexual references, kissed every now and then, have sex whenever the other wanted and I think you understand me. Everyone thought we were a couple but we weren't, although that's what it seemed like. Kyla, Chelsea and Madison always asked us why we weren't a couple and after all this time, we always answered the same thing, 'we work best like this'. That didn't stop them to ask it again, though.

I sat beside Taylor and Madison and across Chelsea and Kyla. Once I sat down, Taylor came over me and sat down in my lap. I let her while I admired her beauty. She had long dark hair and green eyes. She was really pretty, even beautiful. I made my way down and didn't know I was staring at her cleavage. Not my fault if she was wearing a super small top... a super small top that belong to me. I was submerged looking at her boobs until I heard someone cough.

''So... why aren't you girlfriends?'' God. See what I was talking about?

''Oh my God Ky, you are so annoying. I thought you were smart enough to know that after a hundred times answering the same thing, it would be obvious what the answer would still be.'' I said letting a frustrated sigh and rolling me eyes.

Kyla was my sister or half sister. Apparently my father fucked some woman while she was with my mom and the result of that little experiment was here, in front of me, glaring at me with fierce eyes, with the form of a 17 years old girl with brown hair and eyes and as little as a pixie. Well done dad, well done.

She answered me with a frustrated sigh of her own showing me she was now pissed. Like I care. She started.

''Well... uhm... so why weren't you in class Ash?'' That was Chelsea. She was like the normal of the group. She was so passionate with things she loved, like art. Since the first day I got here, she gave me her friendship without questioning my past or without listening to people who said I was bad news. I was really glad I had her as a friend 'cause even when I didn't have Madison, I had her.

''That's a really good question. Actually I woke up late 'cause somebody didn't wake me up'' I started glaring at Taylor while she just smiled at me. ''Then I made my way over here and when I was trying to get to class, the bell rang so it didn't give me time to arrive. After that I thought that staying at my car was easier than to tell the teacher I woke up late 'cause I was all night fucking Tay and was tired.'' I conclude while Kyla, Chelsea and Madison looked at me with disgusted faces.

''So not my fault.'' Said Taylor while joining our lips together passionately.

''But you haven't even shown up yet in Spanish class. We already had classes for four months now and you didn't even take one. How are you supposed to pass Spanish?'' asked Chelsea while fixing her eyes in one thing in the distance.

''Well, I really am good at many things. Aside from being amazing at picking up chicks, kissing and getting my sex on, I am smart after all.'' I answered without stopping from kissing Taylor. In that time, I realised I had already my hands in her ass and squeezing at it, smirking when I heard Taylor moan in my mouth.

''Sure...'' she answered disbelievingly. Truth was I was really clever, not super smart, but clever but didn't made the effort to actually care about my grades to pass school. ''But I still don't understand why doesn't the principal catch you skipping classes... it's not like you're extremely well hidden. When I'm in class and look through the window, I swear sometimes I see you sleeping in your car.'' she concluded whilst Kyla and Taylor left a few snickers.

''I don't know. I guess he's too busy using his hands to give himself the pleasure her wife refuses to give him to actually care about me.''

'' Oh my God. Stop it.'' Taylor interrupted me giving me a playful slap in my arm. '' I'll never look the same way at Mr. Bennett now.''

''Don't act like you didn't know'' I said whilst wiggling my eyebrows knowingly. She smiled at me and I think we both replayed the events in our head.

A few months ago, Taylor and I were making out and trying to get to the bathroom as quickly as possible. But some action stopped us down on our tracks. It was him, the principal in his office with the zipper of his pants open and his hands ready to massage the small thing that was coming out of it. We laugh at least during five minutes and eventually made our way to the bathroom. ''No but really, he doesn't give a shit about me. I think he gave up on me a long time ago. He thinks I'm a lost cause.'' I explained shrugging my shoulders.

''I guess'' said Chelsea unconvincingly. I glanced at her and saw she was still staring at the same thing she had been staring for about four minutes. Instead of looking at what had distracted her, I looked at her and saw she was waving to somebody. When I tried to turned my head to the direction of the person supposedly communicating with Chelsea I saw blonde hair in a ponytail and the bluest eyes waving back at her. My new head position wasn't welcomed by Taylor's mouth so she growled before turning my head back at her.

When I glanced again to where that blonde stand for the last time, there was no sign of her.

'' Who was that Chels?'' I asked her trying to make Taylor stop for one second.

'' Miss Carlin... who would that be?'' she answered me as if it was obvious but when she saw confusion written all over my face something clicked inside her. ''Oh... I understand... Ash, that was Miss Carlin, the Spanish teacher. Since you hadn't been to any of her classes, you don't know her. But yeah, that was her.''

''Mmhmm. I see.''

'' What do you think of her?'' asked Kyla.

'' She's pretty from what I saw.'' I answered truthfully.

'' So does that mean you'll come to Spanish classes?''

'' Puh-lease. I need more than a pretty face to go voluntarily to any of the classes.'' In that moment the bell rang for the second time I remembered that day. I saw everyone starting to get up but I took Taylor by her waist. ''You. Me. In my house. Now.'' It didn't take much to get Taylor skip school and less if it was me giving her favours. Furthermore it was Friday, meaning nobody would miss us.

''Let's go'' she answered graving my hand and pushing me inside my car.

The weekend had officially started and it couldn't have started better.

I do plan on continuing it but tomorrow I start school and I don't know when I will have the time to update again. I just wanted to get this chapter out.

I want to thank you all who took the time to read it. Please review and tell me if you want me to continue and favourite/follow if you enjoyed enough to actually do it.