Disclaimers: Wouldn't it be awesome to own a wrestler? Who would you buy?! What would you make them do?! Ahhhhh, too many ideas!!! Oh and I do not own them.

Rated: T... for now (gives evil smirk)

Heyy! Thank you for all the loverly reviews!! I love all of you!! Here is my third chapter, hope you enjoy this one as much as you did the last one 3

Thinking he was going to be late, Jeff jogged down the halls to make sure he would be on time. He got to the door but stopped suddenly. No one was in their seats, in fact no one was even in the room. He checked the door to see if it was the right classroom. '344, yep, right room.'

"What the hell? Where is everyone?" Jeff spoke to no one in particular.

"We've set the clocks slower than your watches or cell phone times so that you'll definitely be on time. Glad to see it works." Mr. Copeland gave a cheesy grin.

Not expecting a reply from his spoken question, Jeff was again startled by his teacher.

"Jesus! What are you a ninja?" Mr. Copeland gave him a funny look. "You just keep popping out of nowhere! Make a noise when you're approaching or something." Jeff blushed after he realized he had just yelled at his teacher and asked if he was a ninja.

"I'm sorry, I never meant to startle you. And are you allowed to use that language in these types of schools?" Mr. Copeland asked seriously.

"Uh, probably not, but since I got no answer when I asked my friend the same question, I don't see no harm in using it." Jeff tried to justify himself. The last thing he needed was to get into more trouble with his teacher.

Mr. Copeland sat on his desk and snickered, just looking at Jeff. Feeling very uncomfortable, Jeff shifted his eyes to the floor still being able to feel his teacher's gaze heavily upon him. When he dared to look back up, Mr. C was still looking at him but with no smile, he now looked a tad confused and hurt. Jeff was about to ask what was wrong when the rest of the class started piling in and going to their seats. Jeff silently did the same.

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Time seemed to fly by to the second break and Jeff soon found himself alone again with the blond haired cutie. Jeff slowly got up to leave and was almost out the door when his teacher said his name.

"Yes, Mr. Copeland?"

"Who was that boy you were fighting with earlier? At first break."

"Oh, him. His names Phil. We went to high school together and I finally thought I was rid of him, but I guess there seems to be another long month to go before that happens." Jeff explained.

"What were you two fighting about? If you don't mind me asking." Jeff couldn't help but think how polite this teacher actually was when you got to speak to him alone. Jeff smiled.

"I don't mind, and I don't know anymore. We fight about nothing, everything, stupid things. He just gets to me sometimes you know?" Mr. C nodded. "And the funny thing is, is that we used to be best friends." Jeff's head dropped at the memories when Phil had first introduced himself to him. He seemed to be the only grade nine, brave enough to befriend him.

He heard the teacher drag his feet and come to stand in front of him. Jeff looked up and his breath caught in his throat. He didn't realize how close Mr. C had gotten, he never realized how good he smelt and he definitely never realized how brown his eyes really were, you could get lost in them.

"Did I startle you again?" Jeff could feel Mr. C's warm breath hitting his face, as he looked puzzled. "I was dragging my feet so you could hear me approaching, but right now you still look like I scared you." To Jeff, it seemed like the teacher was a bit worried, if that had been the case.

'He thinks I'm scared of him.' Jeff thought. He quickly shook his head and took a deep breath. "No you didn't scare me, I'm fine thanks." Mr. Copeland nodded. "Well I'm feeling kind of peckish again and I've only got eight minutes left so, I'm gunna go." Jeff left the warm circle him and Mr. C were in and instantly missed it. He turned out the door quickly and was in the middle of the hall when Mr. Copeland yelled his name this time. Jeff stopped but didn't turn around.

"Behave!" Mr. C chuckled and Jeff couldn't figure out why all of a sudden, hearing this man speak gave him butterflies. He smiled to himself and kept on walking.

Jeff met up with John in the cafeteria. He bought a cookie, and the two took a seat at one of the long gray tables. Sitting there, Jeff barely touched his little snack, his head was swirling so much he could barely think straight. All he could think about though was his teacher, his teachers hair, his teachers eyes, his teachers muscles that were almost protruding out of his shirt, even the way his teacher smelt. Everything about his teacher was just being observed over and over again in his head, and it wouldn't stop.

Jeff was now wondering why every time he even thought about Mr. C that his stomach did this weird flip thing, and his heart rate would seem to quicken its pace rapidly.

"Hello! Earth to Jeff," John was waving a hand in front of Jeff's face taking him out of his thoughts, and back to reality. "You okay man? You've barely touched your cookie there." John looked concerned while Jeff looked back to his uneaten cookie. The hand with the cookie went near John's face.

"You want it? I just lost my appetite." Jeff was avoiding the concerning looks that John was giving him.

"You're worrying me Jeff, what's going on with you?"

"I'm- I'm not really sure. Kinda worrying myself actually. I'm gunna go back to class though, see you after school?" Jeff got up and slowly started to exit the cafe, leaving a puzzled John to sit by himself in the oversized cafeteria.

"Yeah" John whispered, but Jeff was already gone.

Hope you liked this one!! I will be trying to post more chapters for all of you seeing as I now have a lot of free time on my hands