Teaches! AmericaXOC- Hetalia FanFic

"Chhheeelllsseeaa!"

Ella tugged on my sleeve as we walked toward our fourth period. US History. I hate to be disrespectful, but I didn't give a flying shit about the history of our nation. We've learned it so many times before why the hell do we have to learn it again!? Our history teacher was even worse. Some monotone junkie from California. Aiyah!

"Chelsea. Quit spacing out. We have a sub today! Yay! Right??"

"Ella. I swe- what? Really?!"

Right there. On the board. Scribbled in moderate handing writing with curves on the end of each letter it said....

Alfred Jones: Your awesome hero of a teacher!

"Lord... I bet he's one of those who thinks he's some swaggerific dude and is uber self centered."

"Yeah. Bet 20 bucks?"

"Hell yeah!"

I shook hands with Ella as the bell rang. More of our friends sat down beside us. Everyone was excited that we had a sub. We were all in 10th grade and it was almost the end of the year (5 mths!). We hadn't had a sub yet. Everyone got situated and while most of the hoes in our class were devising a plan to either give our new young and actually pretty hot teacher a blowjob or even..... Ahem.... The boys were chatting away with him outside about sports and the last football game. If this went on, we would have less time to learn!

"Mr. Jones. Class has already started. Shouldn't we get to work?" 

Patrica Wells. Some smart ass little twit. God! Why would she do that?! We could have wasted alot more history minutes because I'm sure if we left them alone they would be still talking about boy shit!

"Alright class! Let's take your se....... Okay! All of you are in your seats! Hahaha! I'm Mr. Jones! The awesome hero teacher! Munch munch! Haha!"

Holy Shit! Besides his pretty brown blonde hair and built body and the bluest eyes I have ever seen, His voice was like awful vibration in my ear drum and why the hell does he have so many hamburgers?? I missed our monotone teacher already. I was busy raging over our new sub and his excessive hamburger eating when Ella slammed her palm of the desk.

"20$ por favor."

"Uuggghh"

I slammed my head againist the desk causing a desk all the attention in the room to face me.

"Are you okay miss?"

Mr. Jones looked at me as did the rest of the class. I had lost the bet and I didn't want to pay twenty fucking dollars. I rolled my eyes and leaned against my elbow with a sigh. Ella was snickering quietly and so was the rest of the class but Mr. Jones heard them.

"It's not nice to laugh at people! She might have a problem or something!" said Mr. Jones.

"Excuse me? FUCK OFF." I stood up and flicked our new teacher off and got up to leave. "There is nothing wrong with me fatass. I'm tired and leaving."

Oohs and ohs! Came from the class. Mr. Jones turned red at when I said fatass. That must have pushed a button because he calmed down and looked at me. It was scary because he looked calmy angry. I was all the way by the door and about to leave but I was still scared.

"Class just started Miss. Roman. Your not going anywhere unless you want to come after class and stay with me to talk about your behavior."

More people in the class snickered and I felt my face go hot. I had to stay cool! I had to keep my reputation good and strong. I tightened my grip and opened the door.

"Go choke on your hamburger."

And with that I left. Little did I know. My dumbass left my backpack...

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"What are you gonna do chels! He'll kill you! Like rape you or something!!*

-facepalm-

"Aly! Calm your russian ass down. He's not gonna kill me or rape me. Lord. -_-;" 

"Yeah ch-el-sea.. Go get your backpack. I tried to get it but he gave me the stank eye." Ella shrugged and got back to eating her food. What a friend she was.

There was nothing left to do. I scanned the lunchroom and saw that Mr. Jones was chatting with all the other teachers. All of them were ogling over him, especially the women. Some stud. I went all ninja and snuck out of the lunchroom unnoticed. I headed over to the history room and turned the knob.

...... SHIT.........

Of course the door was locked! I knocked on the language arts door and it opened to reveal my most favorite teacher , Ms. Dunn. She was a old lady the age of 57. She was awesome and I was her favorite student.

"Chelsea! What do you need honey?"

"Well... I forgot something in the history room and I've already had his class and I'm getting checked out in 5 minutes.." I hated having to lie. I pursed my lips but looked at her straight in the eye.

"Why sure honey!"

A sense of relief shot through my body. I had my swimbag for practice later on. I headed into the history room. The hairs on my neck stood up. Why was I so nervous? I quickly grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. Not looking to see who was in front of me I bumped into someone. Their chest was super hard and I scrunched my noise and squeaked. I looked up.

...... SHIT........