A/N: This is my first Hannily fanfic. I would like your feedback but also suggestions. I want to write for my readers and the fandom. It would really help if you did. Don't judge the story so quick. Give me a minute to prove myself. Enjoy... Maybe.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
"Good morning, I'm Ms. Fields." Emily began while sitting behind her desk.
"Welcome to ninth grade English. This is a new experience for all of you, and it just so happens to be for me too. This is my first year teaching and I couldn't be more excited. Now I know new can be scary, but I promise to try and make this transition as smooth as possible." Butterflies fluttered in Emily's stomach as she addressed her students for the first time in her life.
"I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you." Emily walked around and leaned on the front of her desk.
Emily felt nervous as the students gave her their full attention. It didn't help that she was five eight with legs that any woman would envy. Or that her, brown hair fell to the middle of her back. With a striking jawline and perfect cheekbones, she could have easily been mistaken for a model.
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Alison DiLaurentis, Spencer Hastings, and Hanna Marin all sat in the same row, one next to the other, as they'd done for the entirety of their schooling.
Emily turned around to write something on the board. For reasons unknown to Hanna, she couldn't stop her eyes from wandering all over Ms. Fields body. The way her slacks clung to her perfect backside.
She was one of the most beautiful women Hanna had ever seen.
"I want to do an exercise. So, I'm going to give each of you an index card to fill out the info I have on the board there." Emily walked up to each student, asked his or her name, and handed them an index card.
The closer Emily got to Hanna, the more her heart pounded. What's wrong with me? She asked herself.
"And you?" Ms. Fields perfume sent a chill up and down Hanna's spine. She was standing close enough to touch, and Hanna wished she could.
"Uh...Hanna...Hanna Marin." She almost forgot her own name.
"Nice to meet you Hanna, welcome to high school." Emily smiled at the seemingly girl, handed her an index card, and moved to the next student.
Up until now, she had never fully admitted that she looks at women in a sexual way, but Ms. Fields was making it harder to deny. I can't be gay. I'm not gay, there's just no way. Hanna mentally scolded herself.
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At lunch the usual sarcastic blonde girl was unusually quite.
"Hey, Han?" Spencer had never seen a look like that on her best friend's face.
"Han?"
"Huh? Yes?" Hanna snapped out her daze.
"S-sorry I spaced for a minute." Hanna sighed
"You just don't look like yourself."
"Oh, no I'm fine... Just tired... Didn't get much sleep last night... My mother and my father were arguing nonstop." Hanna lied.
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Hanna, Spencer. All lived within a half mile of each other, so they walked home together.
"Hey sweetie, how was your first day?" Her mom asked as soon as she walked in through the kitchen door.
"Okay, You're not working today?" Hanna furrowed her eyebrows at the girl.
"No." Her mother shook her head.
"Well then, I'm just going to go get started on my homework." Hanna said, making her way to the staircase.
"Homework?" Her mother stated, with an confused look on her face.
"Yeah." Hanna said and continued up the stairs. She couldn't have a crush on her teacher.
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