Mr. Clifford (Muke)

9

The substitute teacher walked in. She had dull brown hair and she was really chubby. Not quite fat, but really chubby. She had dark brown eyes that looked almost bored.

The blue shirt she was wearing clung to her fat and the loose black pants went all the way down to her purple sandals.

She looked awful. "My name is Ms. Baker" she announced in an annoying voice.

"Hiiii" part of the class said. She smiled. Her teeth were yellowed a little. "You guys are working on your block letters. They're due on Friday." She told us.

We went to work as she sat at the teachers desk and began scrolling through her phone. I began to paint and realized I was almost done. Calum had finally finished the baby blue paint all over his and was currently painting yellowish orange stars all over it. Everyone's looked good except mine. Oops.

I sighed and finished up the dots on mine and set it aside to dry. Ashton was done, so I turned and started talking to him.

"Hey Ash" I said.

"Hi Luke. Are you done?" He asked. I nodded.

"Cool" he answered. We ended up talking about video games and TV shows for the rest of class.

-Michael's pov-

I looked at the clock and realized that there was 2 minutes until school got out. I sighed. I was so glad I didn't go today. It was a long day anyway, and I didn't even do anything.

I hit yes on the remote, answering Netflix that I still wanted to watch Spongebob Squarepants. Immature, I know. I was eating a big bag of chips and cuddled up under my Star Wars blanket. It was a soft, fluffy blanket and it was very comfortable.

It wasn't exactly cold, but it wasn't warm. It was a comfortable temperature, but I liked having the blanket because it was comfortable. And it was warm under the blanket, but not too warm.

The next episode of Spongebob came on and I sighed, starting to watch it. The microwave went off and I got up and walked into the kitchen, opened the microwave, and pulled the bag of popcorn out. I opened it, feeling all the steam come onto my face, heating it up and dragging the smell of popcorn with it.

After all the air had gone, I poured the popcorn from the bag to a bowl and put salt on it. Then I threw the bag away, closed the microwave, and walked back to my spot on the couch, curling back up under my blanket.

I checked the time again. School had been out for a whole 5 minutes. I took some popcorn and put it in my mouth as I focused my attention back on Spongebob.

I knew that soon, I would start thinking of Luke and not be able to stop. I knew that he was the real reason I didn't wanna wanna to work. I didn't want to have to see him with Angelina, or fall more in love with him.

No, I don't love luke. He's my student. I can't love him. Its not even legal. I can't. Its not like he likes me anyway. Of course he doesn't. He has a girlfriend. God damn Angelina. But I don't love him. I can't.

I tried to tell myself over again, trying to convince myself, because I knew that I did love him. Of course I loved him. He was perfect, how could I not?

He had beautiful, almost inhumane peircing blue eyes and pretty, soft blonde hair that was styled in a quiff. He had a great body and he was tall, taller than me. His legs were long and he was so beautiful.

His voice was kinda deep. It was the perfect mix of deep and not deep. His lips were a pretty shade of pink. And that lip ring...

I tried to stop myself from thinking about him, but I couldn't. His black skinny jeans were always clinging to his long ass legs in a really attractive way and he was always so precious. He always had on a cool shirt that was usually a great band.

I loved him, and I knew I loved him. School had been out for fifteen minutes, and I wondered if he was home yet. Had he even showed up to school today? I hoped he was okay.

Of course he was okay. He was fine yesterday, he'd be okay today. And I could just text him. But what if he doesn't answer? What if he hates me? He never liked me, he doesn't.

I tried to tell myself over and over that he had no interest in me whatsoever.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Thank you all for reading my horrible book. Ily all

Stay gorgeous xx