A.N: you guys have no idea how much reading this means to me. Thanks to everyone. I would love some feedback also. Anyway, here is the next chapter, enjoy! ;)

The lunch hall was super packed and everyone was talking about the so-called 'history assignment' Miss Clapham had set for the entire year. She was the youngest teacher at our school but was still in her late thirties. We only had two male teachers in the whole school, not including the maintenance guys. But one was my dad, the headmaster, and the other was Mr. Bennett. The clueless man in his 50's, and no eye candy thats for sure. He had a mole right under his left eye and loads of scars on his face and arms from a knife fight when he was just starting out.

The school needed new teachers but no young, experienced assassin would be free to teach a bunch of high-school aged trainees. We wouldn't get a teacher at this school that wasn't over 35.

I spoke too soon because the next person to walk through the double doors to the lunch room was my dad, accompanying a young man, in his early twenties at the latest. He was tall and, even though he was wearing a loose fitting blazer, you could tell he was strong. His features were strong but his eyes were soft. His hair was a dark brown and wavy. A single lock of hair kept finding its way back to his eyes which he absentmindedly flicked out of the way.

My dad started to walk towards me with the tall, strikingly handsome man in tow. As they neared I could tell that he was even younger than I had first perceived and his eyes were a deep blue, almost black. A breath caught in my throat as they walked past me and towards the head of the table where the teachers sat.

"As you may have noticed, we have a new teacher here today." Began my dad from the podium at the very end of the table. "This is Nathan Finch. But you will refer to him as in lessons, unless he says otherwise..."

Dad looked at sideways as a prompt that evidently took and stood up at the podium.

"Hey, yeah I'm Nathan and don't bother with calling me . I'm not going to go into an elaborate description of me since that isn't the point of me being here but I look forward to teaching you."

He gave up the podium to my dad again who started on the morning announcements in swedish. As he talked I turned to Lula.

"Waow!" Is all she said, stretching the 'a'.

"Eh..he's not all that." I said in an uninterested tone even though i was bursting with excitement inside.

"You're just jealous that you don't stand a chance against moi!" She said teasingly as we both know she is super pretty.

"Yeah yeah whatever you say Lula." I brushed her off. I dumped the rest of my sandwich into the bin and put my tray on the side as I walked out of the lunch hall. Lula caught up with me as i made my way back to the dormitories upstairs. Our room slept four but we only had three of us in it. Me, Lula and-

"Hey guys I saw you leave, whats up?" Cried Cordy as she crashed into the room, knocking over a tall pile of CD's. She closed the door silently behind her and crept forward, shoulders huddled by her ears as she does when she knows she's in trouble.

Me and Cordy have bee the best friends since we first met and nothing could have changed that until Lula came along last year. We became really good friends and Cordy got a bit...jealous. She ran away after a row we had but we found her in the old barn a day later. Since then we cleared the air and we are all three best friends. Although sometimes i feel like im the glue in this friendship.

"No no, theres nothing 'up'" said Lula popping the 'p' and casually putting her hand on Cordy's shoulder.

"Apart from the fact that there is an insanely hot new teacher who isn't female or 120 years old!" She suddenly burst jumping up and down excitedly.

I rolled my eyes at her antics but secretly wished i could be so open about how i feel about all this too. I suddenly didnt feel in the mood for girl-talking our brains out about Nathan with Cordy and Lula so i crept out of the room while they started blabbing excitedly about who knows what.

I wandered aimlessly down the ancient corridors in search for nothing in particular. I stopped at the balcony which overlooked the dining hall where i was just ten minutes earlier. My eyes scanned the crowd and landed on Nathan's empty lunch spot. That's when I heard the small creak of the floorboard behind me. I spun around to come face to face- or rather face to chin- with Nathan himself.