Can You Keep A Secret? {[Student/Teacher]}

Chapter One: Interrogation. I Don't Know Already!

WARNING: Do. Not. Read. This. I was a fetus when I wrote this (like, 13-14ish), so this thing is awful. The only reason I keep this story up is for the people who have been following me for years. In fact, if they didn't practically burn down the White House when I mentioned deleting it, I probably would've already wiped it from my head because...*shudders* 

~MC

&& it's funny, really, how many bruises and scars you can hide with a little bit of fabric and a smile...

"Still not seeing the big deal," I muttered to my best friend, who kept going on and on about the new English teacher. She had been pestering me about his British accent all morning, talking about how "sexy" it must be with such an "unimaginably" hot body.

Gag.

"The big deal? Come on, D! He's practically foreign!" Miranda whined, emphasizing her words with her hands, "Don't you have any eye for romance?"

"It's not romance, it's a fairytale. We're Juniors, M, remember? Bottom of the food chain? Or did you forget the threatening gaze from Ms. Queen Bee?"

She pouted and I laughed as she stuck her bottom lip out childishly, "Excuse me for wanting a more exciting life than simply "getting through". High school's supposed to be filled with life and drama. We're already half way through the year; everything was supposed to change when we moved up, but nothing has!"

I rolled my eyes, "So all the fights we've been getting into all year aren't new? How about you pipe down the daydreaming and focus on staying out of trouble? I don't want to have to back you up if you decided to piss off a couple seniors again."

"Please, I'm over that stage," she said, waving me off as if it was a long time ago instead of two minutes ago, "Anyway, the bells about to ring, so I'll see you later! Tell me all about his amazing appearance at lunch~"

I rolled my eyes as she winked, stepping into my first class.

English 12. I know, I know, a junior with a senior class? What, was she a geek? Sadly, no. My talent lied in English and Math, nothing else. I was practically failing my history class and it was only thanks to Miranda that I passed Science last semester.

The seniors always did the same thing every time I walked in – they'd stare at me until I finally sat down – but today was different. Every last one of them were so busy talking about the new teacher that none of them even noticed I had entered the room. Most of the girls were over exaggerating it, saying he probably knew Robert Patterson or he was an actor himself. Others were obsessed over his accent, just like Miranda. They were all like little kids that'd just gotten a new, shiny toy.

I shook my head and tuned them out, gazing out the window. It was unusually windy today, causing the trees in the distance to rock back and forth. The weatherman had predicted a storm with high winds, but I thought that'd include rain, not just tornado-like winds.

Suddenly, everything went silent, dying down to quiet murmurs. I looked at the front of the room and felt my eyes widened.

There stood our new teacher. Or, at least, that's who I thought he was thanks to the way he positioned himself at the front desk, like it was his desk. After setting down the roster, he stepped in front of it, unbuttoning the buttons on the cuffs of his sleeves.

"I'm Mason Carter, your new English teacher," he said in a thick accent, smirking at the attention he was getting, "Originally, I was planning on assigning something for you all to do, but seeing as how I was so late, I guess we'll start with something more clichéd. Like introductions. Anyone have any questions?"