Okay, so this was inspired by two things.
1. ..com/art/Miss-Lindsay-111905827 -This picture I drew of Lindsay as a teacher, but this story is Chris as the teacher.
2. The song "Dont Stand So Close To Me" by the Police.

Chris and Lindsay are one of my favorite pairings, please don't mind the OOC-ness, and if you like the story than like it for what it is becaunse I'm trying.

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Chapter Two:

I stayed planted in my seat after the bell rang, since Chris needed to talk to me. Heather was going to be so mad, but like she already had a boyfriend, so it shouldn't matter. I mean sure, her and Justin were seeing other people behind each others backs, but that's what made them so perfect for each other. Like Justin was dating both Katie and Sadie as well as Heather, and Heather was dating Noel, but I think he was in total denial of liking Colby, or that's what Isabella told me.

"Lindsay, I see that Math really isn't your strongest point. Who am I trying to kid? Anything school related seems to not be in your area." He laughed to himself, although I wasn't entirely listening to his words.

My eyes were focused on his lips. They looked so soft, so tender, yet probably kissed so roughly. I felt myself reach out to them and had to foolishly stop myself, like I was five or something. He just kept talking, but none of it seemed to be about a date, which made me sad. I mean, why wouldn't he like me? It was obvious that he wast married, since he wore no rings of any type, and he didn't even put a picture of his girlfriend on his desk, if he had one. If I had a teacher boyfriend, I would so want him to have a picture of me on his desk, then he could make everyone so super jealous.

"Are you even listening to me?" he asked, looking a little shocked and angry at the same time.

"Heh...sorry not really." I admitted a bit lambishly. Or was is sheepishly? Something that went "Baaah!"

He slapped his hand to his forehead and sighed, and reminded me so much of Heather when he did it. She always had the expression on, and did that movement a lot when I spoke. It was usually when I asked a question though, I learned to get used to it.

"Lindsay," he said me name. I started gushing to myself and misses a good part of his talk again. I did hear: "-I think you'll need a tutor."

"Tutor?" I asked, sitting up on his desk and picking up a pencil. "Why would I need a tutor? I have Norman and Coldplay."

"Noah and Cody aren't going to be following you around your whole life." he said, rolling his eyes. He liked to do that a lot. "What do you want to be when you get out of school?"

"An actress, or a singer, or even a model!" I squealed. I loved being asked that question, because people were usually complimenting me on them. "Don't you think I'd make a greeeaat model?"

"Yeah sure." I said not really caring. "But you're going to need Math for counting your money."

"Can't I just get people to do it for me?" I asked like it was obvious, because it was. If I was famous, I'd never have to do anything.

"Never trust people in showbiz." he said seriously. That made me wonder about Chris McClean.

....

"Where the hell where you?" Heather yelled at me as soon as I got out of school. She was in the parking lot with Beth in her car. They looked like that had been waiting a while.

"I got in trouble." I replied softly, jumping in my reserved Shot Gun seat. Heather just rolled her eyes and put on her sunglasses, pulling out of the parking spot.

I was thinking, thinking really hard about this new teacher. 1. He was super cute; 2. He was new; 3. He was super cute; and 3. He was mysterious. Hm, I wonder what our kids would look like! Oooh I bet they'd be adorable! I would so hate to go through pregnancy, but I heard making them would be fun. I knew I blushed a deep red.

"So Lindthay, what teather did you get in throuble with?" asked Beth, sitting up from the back seat.

"Oh, uh...Mr. McClean." I replied in my small voice. I used that voice whenever I knew Heather was going to get mad.

She just laughed though. "My future husband? Isn't he sexy?" she asked, but she didn't want a response. For some reason I felt like I had a dirty little secret, and I did. But that just made the ride to Heather's house quiet. Which was good for me because I soo didn't want to start anything, especially because Heather always had such great comebacks...

Okay, so when we got to Heather's extra fluffy room, she started complaining about this girl, LeQuisha and her friend, Gretchen. They were nice girls, but Heather didn't like them for some reason, and because of our alliance/friendship thingy I wasn't allowed to like them either. It was pretty bad for Beth though, because her and LeQuisha had been like friends since they were really little. Heather told her to suck it up. That was a little harsh though, but Heather so didn't know she was being harsh.

"Trust me, Beth, it's for your own good." Heather said, brushing through her black hair in the mirror. "You'll be a social outcast if you hang with THOSE losers."

"But they're my frienths." protested Beth. I felt kinda bad for poor Belle, I mean Heather didn't rule her, but we're BFFFLs.

"Are they?" asked Heather, placing her hands on her hips. "Then what are me and Lindsay?"

"Hey, calm down." I broke between them, smiling for support. "We're best friends, and fights are soo not best friend-like. Let's just like...uh...do...some homework?"

Heather flipped her hair over her shoulders and looked back in her mirror. "Whatever." she said, shrugging off the argument. Beth smiled at me with a thank you so I smiled too.

So, how was Chapter Two? Chapter Three is written, and I'll post that when I get CHapter Four finished. ^^ Reviews are appreciated