Thanks for the reviews and follows so far, great to see it's been noticed already in one day, much appreciated!

I'm going to try and not rush it, but if you think i am, let me know so i can try and slow the pace down a bit. Anything you'd like to see happen in the next few chapters then let me know!

Mitchie's POV;

As Alex walked out the door I was partly bewildered. So what I'd heard must be partly true, she doesn't have a girlfriend yet she goes around making out with that Bella girl, clearly means something is going on. Even though I said it was none of my business, I really wanted to know.

I hadn't realised how long I'd been sat thinking until the cleaner knocked on the door to start cleaning the room. I quickly put away some art work into the store cupboard before gathering my things and heading towards the office on my way out. I don't know why I'm so intrigued by Alex, she's just a kid who gets in trouble. Maybe she just reminds me of myself 5 years ago, and I felt the need to help her. Either that or the fact that she is absolutely beautiful.

Waaaait! What are you thinking Mitchie! She's a kid. Just a kid. A kid who happens to be my student.

As I got to the office I noticed Mr O'Connor shuffling through some papers. I was hoping to miss him as I'd noticed during my interview that he had a habit of droning out conversations. I quickly tried to grab my folder out of my bag to hand it in when he looked up confused,

'Miss Torres, you here rather late! How was your first day?'

'Yes I had a student in detention, but only for 20 minutes, then I just wanted to get the art room tidy before I left. But today was good thank you, the kids seem good enough'

'Detention on the first day! Oh dear! Oh!', he seemed to stop and think for a second before starting again, 'need I ask, but Russo?'

Damn this kid did have one hell of a reputation, poor girl, no wonder she thinks the teachers hate her.

'Yes, she was late to tutor and then last lesson Art'

'She never learns a thing does that girl, I told her this morning but she never listens. As of next Monday she'll find herself on lunch time duty. I did warn her'

'Duty? What's that?'

'When some kids don't think detention is enough, we do lunch time duty. Each teacher rotates every 3 weeks and spends one lunch time doing hall duty with whichever student has messed about. I was actually just getting copies of the rota printed for the teachers so here you go'

He then picked up a sheet from the papers he had and handed it over before waving bye and disappearing into his office. As I turned to make my way towards the exit I searched through the days to see when I had mine. Monday, next week. With Alex.

I spent the rest of the evening sorting out lesson plans for Art and then lastly onto the term plan for the Senior year class. There topic this term was going to be about places they found sanctuary in, where they felt safe, why they felt safe. After awhile I thought back to what Alex has said of her painting, the way she drew it made her look like an outsider to her family, like she wasn't apart of them, she seemed happy when she talked about her little brother though, he must be a good kid if she thinks that highly of a ten year old boy.

After a while, my thoughts had faltered from working and lesson plans to what Alex looked like. Her long thick dark brown hair that was wavy and shiny made her big brown eyes stand out just that much bigger. She'd been wearing her hair down, and her fringe swept across the face. She had a smoldering look going on and if she ever glared at you, you'd probably know about it. Her lips were pink and juicy and you could see she had a hint of some shiny lip balm on that made them stand out just that bit more. Her long and slim legs stood out in her black ripped skinny jeans and she'd been wearing a tight black top underneath a unbuttoned black and purple checked shirt and black converse. She looked chilled and comfortable, and I don't think she realises just how stunning she really is. She still had a little baby face going on, but that just made her look even cuter.

Cute? Did I just think my student was cute? What is going on wi- .. I got cut off to the sound of the house phone ringing. I reached over the sofa to the side table and grabbed the phone without looking who was on the other line.

'Mitchie baby, please don't hang up on me, please, I miss you, so so much! Please listen t-'

'Listen here Rox, I told you to not call me again. I told you I never want to see you again. I don't want to even hear your voice right now. I'm moving on and by the way, first day teaching today, it went well thanks, so if that's all, bye', and with that I hung up.

Roxy was my ex-girlfriend of 3 years, we met a few months into my first year at University as she moved into the dorm next to me when someone got kicked out a few months into the school year. We were really happy for a long time until I started my teaching placements and was busy a lot more and we didn't get to spend too much time together. One evening when I was meant to be staying at school until 8pm, I got sent home early because I was ill and wasn't necessarily needed. When I got back to our flat we shared I was so tired and ill I decided to head straight to bed, not noticing the pieces of clothing scattered across our living room. As I inched closer to the bedroom door, I started to hear moaning noises and assumed Rox had her vibrator out. I had been tired lately so she'd had to find her own way of release when she needed too. I became aroused hearing her moans and as I opened our door to our bedroom, I heard something else, someone else.

'Rox?'

She jumped up eyes wide open, pushing the girl aside, her face becoming visible, her face shattering my world that just bit more. My best friend. MY Carly.

'Carly?'

'Mitch, please, it's not what it looks like', I scoffed, clearly it's exactly what it looks like.

I didn't even respond, I simply slammed the door, ran to the front door with tears in my eyes, and grabbed the car keys and my bag in the process and made my way to the car, I pulled away hearing Roxy shouting my name. I never spoke to Carly again, my best friend of 15 years had just shattered the last 3 years of my life. She tried on many occasions, often turning up, resulting in me slamming the door in her face. 4 months later and shes finally given up. I went home a few days later when I realised Roxy would be at work. I got all her shit together, and put it outside the front door, called the locksmith, and placed an envelope on the front door telling her I wasn't going to open the door, I wasn't going to speak to her again, and I had no interest in hearing her out. She knocked a few times but I didn't care, I was curled up on my sofa crying my eyes out. A few days later, I was done. I got rid of anything to do with her, I got my dad to help me get rid of the bed and we repainted the bedroom and I brought a new bed. I'd heard from a friend that Roxy was living with Carly, and that was the final straw. I was done.

All the thinking and the phone call had thrown me back into the headache that happened all those months ago, so much so I had a banging pain in my head that I quickly decided I'd had enough for the night and headed to bed.

The next day I woke up feeling down, Roxy always knew how to put a downer on a good mood, especially mine. I wasn't in the mood for any shit today, and I wasn't going to put up with any kids pissing around in my lessons, I just wanted a quiet day.

After sorting out my art classroom for the day, I made my way to my tutor classroom ten minutes early to find Alex stood outside the door staring into space. I smiled knowing she'd clearly made an effort to be on time today, hell she was even early.

'Good Morning Alex!'

She clearly didn't hear me approaching as she jumped slightly before looking towards me and smiling, 'Morning Miss Torres', I turned to unlock the door, not before noticing her blush again. I made my way into the classroom expecting her to follow me in, but after a few seconds I noticed that wasn't going to happen so I called out to her, 'Alex honey, you can come in if you want too!'

With that, she turned into the room, muttering a 'thanks' before making her way to her seat at the back and throwing her head down onto her desk. She looked adorable right now, but clearly someone was lacking sleep from last night, just like myself. 'Tired?'

She looked up and smiled that smile of hers again, 'Yeah, I couldn't get to sleep, and then when I did I got woken up early so I got ready and went for a walk'.

'I see, your rather early, I'm guessing that's highly uncommon for you?', earning a nod of her head in response. 'So I bumped into Mr O'Connor last night, he heard you'd gotten detention and told me about his talk with you, I'm guessing he'll talk to you anyways, but I'm afraid you've found yourself on duty next week'.

'Ohh crap!', and with that she grunted and put her head into her hands.

'Hey, language, and it's not too bad, apparently I've got it too, don't know what I did wrong to land myself with that though', trying to lighten her mood. This made her smile as she looked up before apologising, 'sorry miss, and no, you just became a teacher, that's your punishment'.

Cheeky, 'hey, my job is perfectly fine thank you, I just don't want to spend my lunch walking around looking for troublemakers'.

'yeah yeah, so when is your duty?'

'Monday, so I expect to see you on time and ready to be on the watch, don't want to get into any more trouble do you?', she shook her head and muttered something, obviously thinking I hadn't heard, but I did.

'honey, not all of us are awful teachers, i'm your teacher and from what I've already seen, you have a massive amount of talent in art, and I do care. Are you sure you're okay?'

She looked up at me with her face all scrunched up, so cute. No! Stop it Mitchie! She looked like she was about to say something when Bella bounced into the room, with Miley and Sophia in tow. I glanced at Alex and saw her frown before quickly replacing it with a smile as Bella went up to her and kissed her on the lips. I couldn't help but look, but regretted it straight away when Alex turned to look at me quickly, with a blush to her cheeks and a small smile on her face. I looked down, frustrated with myself for one, looking, and two, getting caught!

As the students began to arrive, I found it easier to focus on anything but Alex and her three friends at the back. Eventually another one of my students came up to my desk and touched me on my shoulder, obviously trying to get my attention. I jumped, startled by getting knocked out of my trance and looked up to see Mr Trouble Maker himself, Sam Jacobs. 'Sorry Sam, did you want something?'

'Yes Miss, I was just wondering if you needed any help this morning, any heavy lifting or something like that, I've got these big muscles so I can carry anything', and with that he proceeded to lift his shirt sleeve up before turning back to his mates who were all laughing and smirking. I glanced around the classroom to see everyone looking on with amusement, finally my eyes resting on Alex who was looking straight at me, with a small frown appearing. I turned my attention back to Sam, after thinking of something he could do, my mind reached a black before I noticed Alex motioning with her head. I looked to see what she was looking at, and in the corner of the room there was an old desk that was basically in pieces that needed moving. I realised why she thought of that as just outside the classroom, you could see the rubbish bins of to the right. I smiled before turning back to Sam and giving him something for his muscles.

'Sure Sam, see that desk over there, take it out to the bins please', and with that he winked at me and said, 'no problem miss' before smirking at his friends and going off to the table. I looked at Alex and saw her smirking before looking at me, eyes locked on each other, before a friendly smile settled on both our faces. It took Sam a good twenty minutes before he was anywhere ready to start taking it out, he had managed to undo all these pieces and laid the planks on top of each other before making his way out the door. It was another ten minutes before he had reached outside, clearly struggling. I got up and moved towards the window, just in time for him to drop all the planks and look up to see if anyone saw, and we did, because from my reaction of bursting into laughter, the rest of the class had jumped up and ran to the windows, all to see Sam look up in utter mortification, before looking down and picking up the pieces.

I told the class to sit down and as I turned around I bumped into Alex, not noticing that she was stood behind me, or how close she was. Our arms brushed past each other as she apologised, sending a shiver down my back. 'It's okay, don't worry, and thank by the way', and with that I winked at her and made my way to my desk. I watched her make her way back to her desk just as the door to the room opened, and with that Sam trudged in before sending a glare in my direction and taking his seat, not before telling his friends to 'fuck off' and putting his head down onto the desk. I laughed at first then spoke, 'language Sam, but thanks for that, stops me from having to get the maintenance guys coming in later'. With that he looked up and was about to say something as the bell went, instead grunting and grabbed his bag and was first out the door. That cheered my mood up for the day alright.