Picking up the pieces (Student x Teacher) (MxM)

Chapter 1

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"Dude what are you doing here!? Are you feeling ok?" I rolled my eyes at Kray's piss taking. Yes I was in school, on time, on a Monday which hadn't happened for a while but there was no need to make a big deal out of it.

"Well I couldn't miss the torturing of our new English teacher now could I?" Kray laughed, seeming to easily believe my excuse. It was a tradition in our school, when we got a new teacher we always had some 'fun' with them by giving them a hard time.

But that wasn't the real reason I was here, as fun as the torturing of the new teacher would be. I was here because being at home alone with my own thoughts over the past few days had been quickly driving me insane. The imposing gorgeous stranger hadn't left my thoughts since I had left the club, he had messed with my sleep, my eating and my concentration. How was it possible that a stranger I had never spoken a word to was having such a big impact on my life? I was never even going to see him again. I had to get a grip man. I had to forget about him and get control of myself and I would do that by having a laugh at my new English teacher and screwing a few girls later on to reaffirm my masculinity.

A panting Ryan came jogging up to us, it took him a moment to catch his breath once he reached us before he spoke.

"All the girls are swooning over our new teacher, Mr Anders, it's bloody sickening but I have set up a little surprise for our new English teacher that should send him running for the hills." He smirked, looking pretty pleased with himself. I had to admit he had gotten me curious about what his plans were.

We leisurely headed towards our English class, begging Ryan to tell us what he had up his sleeve but he stoically refused to tell us, claiming to not want to ruin the 'surprise'.

Ryan shoved the door to our English class open, Kray following behind him and I brought up the rear.

"Boys you're la..." The deep, commanding, masculine voice stopped at the same time my heart stopped beating. My mouth fell open and I must of looked like a ridiculous gaping fish as my eyes landed on our new English teacher, the man that had been haunting my every thought. In the beginning he had looked back at me just as shocked but he had quickly composed himself as my friends murmured their apologies. And I was left alone, just standing in the door way looking like an idiot that could not stop staring at my teacher. I could see him much more clearly under the harsh bright lights of our classroom in comparison to the dim dancefloor.

He looked to be in his early 30's, easily standing at least as tall as 6'4. He looked to be packing some muscle under his fitted white button up shirt but he was lean, not bulky. He had a light spattering of stubble covering his strong, angular jaw but by the far the most captivating feature on him was his piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me, leaving me feeling like a vulnerable hot mess.

Panic started to rise within me and the urge to run back out of the door must have been obvious to my new teacher as he commanded.

"Hurry up and take a seat, you're keeping the rest of the class waiting." Asshole I thought as I glared at him whilst making my way to the back of the room. His expression was unreadable, his lips pressed together in a thin line. I had wasted my time obsessing over this over bearing jerk? Well I wouldn't waste a moment more thinking about him, he had probably not even given me a second thought over the weekend. God I felt like an obsessive teenage girl.

Speaking of teenage girls, all the ones in this class seemed to have gathered at the front to swoon over our new Teacher who was refusing to give in to their attentions just like he had not looked at me once, not that I wanted him too or anything.

About half way through class when I had all about dozed off Ryan's surprise became blatantly obvious. Half way through Mr Anders presentation when he clicked on to the next slide a large pair of tits appeared on Screen. God it was childish but no could deny it was funny. The whole rooms burst into uncontrollable hysterics. I was laughing so hard I swear a little bit of pee came out.

"Who did this?" His tone was cold and clipped. He was unflustered and completely calm, not the reaction I'm sure Ryan had hoped for. His eyes seemed as cold as glaciers as he scanned the room in search of the culprit but I knew from many years of past experience that Ryan would not come forward.

"If no one comes forward by the end of the hour the whole class will be receiving detention after school." Everyone groaned in unison and I knew Ryan was royally fucked then as there was a big football game after school that none of the team could afford to miss and just as I saw one of the team rise their hands to rat him out I blurted out.

"It was me." Ryan was on the team and I knew how much the game tonight meant to him so I had no problems taking the blame for him, after all it would just be an hour of sitting in silence and I had nowhere to be. Ryan mouthed to me 'I owe you one.' And I gave him a half smile in return. No one would question my confession; everyone knew I had gone off the rails after my father's death. I was prone to impulsive irrational decisions.

I swear Mr Anders looked shocked for a split second although that was probably my imagination.

"Then you will see me in detention after school Mr?"

"Harrison. Jamie Harrison." I gulped nervously as he looked at me, his eyes full of unhidden disappointment and for some reason that made me feel really shit. I hated the look of disappointment on his face and I hated the feeling of disappointing him. I wanted to scream it wasn't me just to remove that look from his face but I couldn't do that to Ryan. God knows why I felt like this, I had never cared what anyone else had thought of me but for some very annoying reason I wanted to make this man proud of me, I wanted him to smile at me....aaaaah what was wrong with me at the minute? I felt so confused and frustrated and so unlike myself. God I felt like such a whiny idiot. God detention was going to suck if he was going to look at me with that expression for an hour.

Fuck, why did I come to school today? Why oh fucking why.

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