New story for the New Year (:

Ally Dawson sighed softly to herself as she fumbled nervously with her locker. There was only 3 minutes left before first period started, and another tardy for her came with the honor of a shiny new detention slip. She tried the combination one last time before giving up with a frustrating punch to its metal interior; a mistake that awarded her nicely with bruised, purple knuckles. Perfect.

Ally power walked to Pre-Cal wishing on everything she loved for a substitute teacher. She could not suffer through another 3 hour detention with Mr. Bright, the irony of his name amused her. He was anything but; spending his free time watching tedious Golf matches and sewing shoe laces with his mother. How did she know these awful factoids about the 50 year old failure? One unappealing word: Detention. She quickly shuffled in the freezing cold classroom fighting a chill as she found her way to her desk in the very front. Great.

"Miss Dawson? Is there an Alison Dawson?" she heard a deep voice ponder. With a wave of her hand the words "It's Ally okay. Ally Maree Dawson." Gritted out of her teeth; yes she was grateful for a sub, but she did not feel like explaining why she didn't go by Alison; frankly it was no one's business except her own.

"Well you're late you know? Two minutes late, as the new teacher here I don't tolerate tardiness. I want all of my students ready and prompt when I walk in this class." Ally felt the blood rush into her cheeks as she raised her eyes to this bearer of spectacular news.

But this was no ordinary teacher, he was attractive. Very attractive.

Ally's POV

"I'm sorry my locker was malfunctioning, maybe instead of luring new teachers in with pricey paychecks, they could replace those pieces of junk." I heard the trouble makers snicker at my remark loudly, and felt the "Future Einstein's" disapproving glares. But I didn't care, I was annoyed and tired.

So tired.

"Oh I'm sorry Ms. Alison; maybe you've mistaken this for the drama room. I mean you played an amazing smart ass, but I'm afraid that role just earned you a D-Hall, and since I'm in a horrible mood identical to yours, it will be appointed in the morning," I groaned in annoyance, this day possibly couldn't get any worse. "On Saturday."

Well it just did.

"Ally," I said with a mock smile on my lips, causing him to frown in confusion. "My name. It's Ally for the second time." He smirked lightly before shrugging.

"Okay Ally, I will try my hardest to meet with your commands." Our eyes locked for a mere second, and I felt my cheeks burn with emotion. The emotion was unknown, but it made my stomach perform back handsprings perfectly in sync. I soon broke our gaze and pretended to be interested in a page of sloppily written amplitude notes. Because that was so interesting.

"So Mr. Moon what happened to our old teacher? I mean not that we don't like you ten times better, because we totally do!" Patty Patterson flirtatiously asked twisting a ginger curl around her polished fingernail. Desperation and lust seemed to drain out of her eye sockets, but mostly run over mascara.

The teacher that I now know of as "Mr. Moon" chuckled politely as he paced the wooden floors slowly.

"He decided to pursue a career in polka dancing with his mother…Which is a good example of following your dream kids… Yeah…" Mr. Moon scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and pulled an uneasy smile. Even he felt embarrassed for Mr. Bright; well that makes two of us.

Patty flattened out her skirt and gave him a curious smile.

"Kids? Well sir, we aren't that young. I mean I'll be 18 in 4 months, just how old are you? You look so young… and fit… and-"

"Patty are you hitting on your Pre-Cal teacher?" One of the fellow students blurted out before bursting into a laughing fit, causing Patty's cheeks to turn a familiar shade of red.

"Actually class I am not exactly the age of most teachers at this school. I just turned 24 today in fact, so happy birthday to me." His voice sounded disappointed, stale you could say. I wanted to talk to him, ask him if anything was okay, really.

But I didn't of course.

I mean he was my teacher, not my therapy patient.

I lost interest in the class conversation that was now populated by hundreds of personal questions, that he brushed off with a laugh or a diversion into another topic that amused the crowding girls.

And man did they crowd.

After what felt like eternity, the bell sounded stridently and I managed to slip through the pack of apes stalking through the halls. I spotted my best friend Mack by the fountains and waved her over; judging by the way her hands jittered in anticipation there was something she needed to tell me. Well, this should be fun.

"Oh my gosh Ally! Did you hear about the new hunky teacher? It's what every single girl is talking about! I got a glimpse of him earlier and nearly fainted. I swear his blonde locks are like golden honey…" I rolled my eyes playfully at her.

"Yes I did, and I'm not too fond of him. He gave me a Saturday D-hall for being a 'smart ass'! I could just pound his face into a wall or something." Mack lightly punched my arm before sighing.

"What do you mean you have a Saturday detention? You do realize that's the day of your brother Alias's engagement party. Your parents are going to skin you alive if you miss it." I mentally face palmed. Mack was right; if I even thought about not attending I would be shunned for the rest of my life. I had to get out of this D-hall, but how?

"Mack, I have to go bio. See you after school?" She nodded in agreement and made her way down the stairs, leaving me perched up against the wall in deep thought.

What was I going to do?

~SCENE CHANGE~

"Hello? Anyone home?" I asked as I walked inside my house, the smell of chilled wine dancing on my nostrils.

"Just me." My brother Alias replied stepping out of the kitchen, with a glass of La Terre in his hands. I sighed to myself. Alias was only 20 years old, still not old enough to drink but my parents allowed him the occasional glass of wine when troubled.

And he seemed to be troubled a lot lately.

"Alias, what's wrong?" I embraced him in a hug and inhaled his scent. Cinnamon with a dash of ginger. It was like his trademark.

"N-Nothing really, I just am feeling a little under the weather. No need to worry." I lightly tapped the glass on his wine giving him a puzzled look.

"You don't ever drink unless something is wrong, now spill." With an only 3 year age gap, we were extremely close. We'd spend hours in each other's room just talking about our day, our fears, and our personal problems. I knew all of his secrets and he knew all of mine, I was truly grateful to have him as not only a brother, but as a best friend.

He sighed, clearly dropping the act, and took a seat on a nearby barstool.

"I don't love her anymore Ally. I j-just don't," Without hesitation I knew who he was referring too. His fiancée Vanessa. "Mom and Dad are already planning our wedding! I'm only 20 for God Sakes! I don't know how to be a husband… I don't think I ever loved her; I just wanted them to be happy. I didn't want to disappoint them anymore than I already have." Silence draped over the room because I didn't know what to say. Alias never told me anything regarding his feelings for Vanessa, this all new to me.

"Why did you keep this from me? We tell each other everything. Well at least I thought we did." Sorrow sparked in his eyes and I could tell this was hard for him, but that still didn't over power the hurt that stung in my soul. He didn't even apologize.

What a jerk.

"Well Alias you need to suck it up, our parents have already spent thousands of dollars on the engagement party, so stop acting like baby and think about someone else's feelings for once." I stormed up the stairs in utter frustration. I didn't have to go to his stupid party, heck I can get a million more detentions if I wanted to.

I heard my phone buzz, and I quickly unlocked the screen to discover a picture message from Mack.
"You wont b-leave who is at the mall." I opened the attachment to see none other but Mr. Moon slurping a smoothie in a pair of Levis. I muffled a gasp that settled in my throat, man did he look… Appealing.

I quickly typed a message back: Don't move. I'll be right there (;\

There was nothing that could stop me now; I wanted to see how he really acted without the principals breathing down his neck.

So that is the end of the first chapter, I hope you enjoyed! Like? Hate? Leave a review down below! (: