So, this is my first fanfiction, on THIS site. I do have many more though! I will post them later though, seeing as it's getting late here. Well, anyways, there is this sub at my school who is 26 and looks EXACTLY like 2p! Canada! I hate to admit it though, I have a crush on him. . . In this story, some of the events are true, such as asking his name and the- ya know what, I better not spoil it. . . Well, this is Chapter 1. Chapter 2 is in progress. Hope you like it! Please comment!


Your P.O.V.

Everyday as I walk down the hall with my friend, Melody, we see him standing at a new door in the 100's hall. And every time we pass him, we smile and giggle, and he secretly blushes back.

One day, Melody and I asked one of our best guy friends, Allen, to ask him his name in the hall. We walked with him, then dropped him off at his door. As soon as we heard, "Excuse me, sir," we burst out into laughter and ran ahead a bit. Once we got into our last class of the day, which was the next class, with Allen, he said, "He said his name is Mr. Williams." we nod and I start grinning and giggling uncontrollably. The reason we were obsessed with him is because he looked so damn familiar. . .

Then, a week later, we were to ask Allen to do us another favour, but he ceased to be there. So we asked another one of our guy friends, Gage. We asked him to ask his age. And he did. When we got into class, he told us, "He said Twenty-two," and we nodded. God, I think I was developing a crush! One that could most likely never be fulfilled. . .

Until, one day, we had him as our sub, in reading class. Now, I was able to get a better look at him as I passed through the door. He has blond hair that was back in a ponytail, and he wore a sweater that looked so damn cozy! So, I sat in my usual seat, in the upper corner, in the isle, Melody in the back row, 2 columns over. Once the bell rang, he came in and shut the door behind him. "We're just gonna read today," he announced simply, then sat and pulled out his own book. I looked back at Melody, and she wiggled her eyebrows at me. I looked back, blushing furiously. I pulled out my book, Allegiant, and began reading. Every so often, I would steal glances up at him to see him looking back at me with a red face.

After about halfway through the class, I hear some creaking, so I look back up again and see him standing, and walking towards me. I quickly look back down at my book, face beet red. I can hear another sort of creaking noise. Taking a chance, I glance up and see that he is now sitting on the stool directly in front of my seat. Holy. . . And as I'm staring, he scoots a bit to turn towards me. He looks above his glasses, and smiles. I look back down again, feeling as if my face were ready just to melt off at that point. Dear god he's so sexy. . .

Now, luckily, the guys in my class are complete retards, so one of them farted and the other made some sort of weird noise.

I couldn't help but smile, seeing as my life had just been spared. I took that time to stretch, also, as the class was laughing. Mr. Williams looked down at me first, seeing my smiling face, then obviously let it go. What if I had been frowning? Would it have been different then? I look back at Melody and see her smiling at me. I give a small smile back and mouth the words, "Shut up. . ." When I turn back, I see him staring down at me with something in his eyes. I couldn't tell what it was, but it seemed a bit scary. . .

DING

And there's the bell. Boy, how the time flew. . .

I gather up all my crap, folding my page over to bookmark it. Then, Melody and I walk out of the classroom. As I left, I could feel as if someone were trying to burn a hole into my skin. And I knew exactly who that was. . .

"(_y/n_)! Come on dude! You've had this crush forever now! Just ask for a frickin picture with him!" Melody prompted. I just sighed and turned my head the opposite way as we walked to lunch.

"I dunno, it might just be awkward. . . As much as I'd love to, he'd probably say no. . ." I replied softly, not my usual self. My usual self is yelling at people and getting into fights with Melody's friend, my enemy, Alex. We sat down at our table for lunch, which was unfortunately near Alex. . . Though, luckily, some of our other guy friends were there! Such as Alfred, Gilbert, and Mathias. On second thought, where did I get these friends?! Oh, right. They thought I was all cool for totally ignoring this nerd who was trying to confess to me. And after, I made sure to totes take in that full experience of a confession. Just to piss 'em off. . .

"Hey (_y/n_), Melody!" Alfred shouted to us once we sat down across from him. I cracked my knuckles as I reached down and grabbed my phone from my boot.

"Hey, dude." I said casually. Melody just sat there, too distracted by the pictures on my phone to care about his welcome.

"So, did ya guys hear about Mrs. Braginski?" At that, I looked up at Gilbert. What had happened to our writing teacher?

"No, I didn't hear. What happened?" I asked, nudging Melody slightly to pay attention, only to earn a soft "Ow" from her as she rubbed her arm. Hey! She knows what kind of strength I possess!

"Well," He begins, suddenly catching all of our attention, "I heard that she went missing. It happened over the weekend. So, we're getting a sub until she comes back." he explains, looking down underneath the table as he peels his orange.

"I hope she's alright. She was the only teacher who hasn't given me a detention yet!" I explain, resting my head on his hand. "And I hope we don't have a really strict, old sub. I hate those kind. They act like chewing gum is a sin!" that just earned a chuckle from Mathias.

"Yeah, you proved that point a month ago when we had a sub for Gilbert's brother, Mr. Beilschmidt." I smiled and looked up at the ceiling.

"Yeah. . . Good times. . ." I said semi softly. Melody just grabbed my phone slowly from my grasp, opened it up, and started looking at and sending herself pictures. I looked back down, reach into my paper bag, and pull out a bag occupied by a pickle. I take it out, suck the juice off of it so it won't drip, then start to munch on it. Last year, they would have looked at me like I'm crazy, but now, eating weird foods is normal for me. The prove that point, I eat/drink vinegar, pickles, pickle juice, salt and vinegar chips, italian dressing, etc.

"Well, anyways, you guys wanna hang out at the rec after school?" Alfred asks, fixing the collar to his most famous bombers jacket. We all just look up at him and nod.

"Yeah,"

"I'm down with that,"

"Sounds cool,"

Writing is our last class of the day. Or, the full name, Writing Workshop. Melody, Alfred and I began fighting through the halls to our class. I almost literally started a fight, though Melody stopped me before I threw a punch while Alfred cheered me on. If he was such a hero, why wasn't he saving me from the pain I would get if they threw a punch back?

My breath hitched in my throat and Melody just started bursting out laughing. Guess who was standing outside our door? Yep. Mr. Williams. Wow, shouldn't that have been obvious that that was going to happen by now?

"Come on, dude!" Alfred called, grabbed my stuff, giving it to Melody, then picking me up bridal style and running with me forward. As soon as I came back in touch with reality, I thought I had lost it again when I didn't feel the ground. Though, when I looked down, I realized that I could feel warm arms and chest pressing up against me, and noticed that Alfred was carrying me.

"Holy- Bro! Put me down!" I cried out, wiggling in his grasp.

"I'm not a holy bro! I'm a hero! I was saving you from having one of your fan girl attacks!" He explained. And I just relaxed. Well, atleast I didn't have to do any work. . . He set me down close to the door, also close to "you know who". I grabbed my stuff back from Melody and entered the classroom under Mr. Williams staring gaze.

I sat down in my chair, third row, second chair, behind Allen, across from Melody, next to Alfred and Gilbert, in front of Mathias. Surrounded by all my buds. Fun, huh? Even though they talk too much, I threaten them to shut up or else I'll punch their face in. . . Hey! I just want good grades! Considering that this is our last year of school! Though, it's only October.

The bell rang, Mr. Williams came in and shut the door, then stood before the class, scanning us over before his eyes fell directly on me. I was nervous under his gaze and was pretty sure I heated up pretty quickly.

"Well then. . ." he began, "As you may or may not have heard, your teacher will be out for a bit. In the meantime, I will be her replacement. If you don't know me already, my name is Mr. Williams." he explained with a bored expression. Though, when looking back at me, he seemed to gain confidence and sit up straight. Oh, this might be fun. . .

"So, then, today we will be going down to the libraries to use the computers for your. . . autobiography project." Ugh, I hate that project! It is so mean to me! I mean, like, there are twelve chapters, all due on December third, no exceptions. And I'm not very close to finishing!

Everyone began to gather back up their stuff and stand. Of course, all of my buds waited for me, then walked out with me. Mr. Williams followed us out, seeming to be staring at me. . . Staring at. . . something. . .

Mr. William's P.O.V.

"So, meet up at my house today for the rec?" (_y/n_) asked to her friends.

The rec? Oh, lovely, this is perfect. . . I can't wait until tonight then. . .

Your P.O.V.

"Yep,"

"Sounds good, dude!"

"Alright then! Be there by four. I'll get my homework done by then so we can go." I explain. At this point, I couldn't help myself. I throw my head over my shoulder only to see Mr. Williams staring at me. I mentally smirk to myself, give him a slight wink, see his face heat up, then turn my head back around and continue as if nothing ever happened. . .


Just letting you know again, Chapter 2 should be out pretty soon. I think I am close to finishing it. . .