Imagine #26: Teacher's Pet?
A/N: Okay so this imagine is dedicated to @exho_mayhem because they gave me this idea months ago but I kinda forgot about it. So if you're still out there reading this @exho_mayhem I'm sorry and I will try to make this really good. <3
You stepped off the overheated school bus and started to walk towards the building that you dreaded everyday... high school. You strolled into the building not jittery like you were on your first day, or the entire first week that is. You greeted some friends in the hallway and then stopped at your locker before heading to your first period... biology.
You've always hated biology with a burning passion and the class was an awful way to begin your day. You just sat down, laid your binder on the desk in front of you and started to copy down the calendar that was up on the board into your planner. The late bell rang just as you finished and you shoved the planner back into your bag as the teacher walked in. His name was.... Mr. Smith. You sighed as the older man walked into the classroom and started to mess around with the projector. He finally got it turned on after about 15 minutes and you just kept thinking how you only had to take down 30 minutes of pointless notes and then you could get on with your day.
~~~5th period~~~
After 1st period everything had gone downhill. You had been assigned yet another book to read in English and during swim class your swim cap came clean off your head, soaking every piece of your hair which you had even taken the time to straighten in the morning.
You shuffled your way into your favorite class of the day: Music Theory. You happily took a seat in the front row of chairs that were set up in an arch formation since the band also practiced in this room. You pulled over a music stand and pushed down on the top of it so that it would lay flat and you could set your notebook for the class on there. You heard the last bell ring and you stared at the door waiting for your teacher to come in: Mr. Urie. You were always able to pay attention to him in class because his face is gorgeous and it's kinda hard to not look at him for forty-five minutes straight. You waited for him to walk in and got a bit too excited when a few late students made there way through.
It was unlike Mr. Urie to be late for a lesson. You didn't want to seem like you were waiting on him so you pulled out your phone like everyone else in the class and opened up your Twitter where you scrolled for a bit until you heard the door close and your head shot up. Mr. Urie walked in and he gave you a small smirk, knowing that you had been waiting, you almost got the feeling that he purposely came in late just to torment you.
"Sorry about that everyone," Mr. Urie said, not giving any explanation to his absence. He walked over to the white board and started to draw a treble clef and staff so you did the same in your notebook, assuming that this was all going to be part of the lesson. He was always able to draw his treble clefs so nicely but you never could get the hang of it so yours never looked exactly like his, how you wanted it to.
You sat there and took all the notes that Mr. Urie wrote down on the board, adding your own personal doodles that you felt needed to be in the margin spaces. They weren't anything special because no on else ever saw your notes but you really enjoyed drawing them whenever you weren't taking notes and just listening. You sometimes even sneaked out your small container of colored pencils and started to fill in the drawings, you smiled as you completed each one.
The bell rang and you started packing away you things, knowing that your next class was just across the hall with Mr. Stump which was choir.
"Ms.{Y/N} I need you to stay after class for a bit, I already talked to Mr. Stump and he said it would be alright. That's why I was late to class, if you were wondering," Mr.Urie said as everyone cleared out and I started to pick my stuff off of my stand.
"Oh okay, is it something about my work?" I asked, not exactly sure why I would be held after class for any reason.
"No, no... I wanted to talk to you about your artwork," Mr. Urie said as he sat down on his desk and smiled.
"I don't have any artwork so I believe we're done here," you said as you quickly tried to shuffle out of the room.
"{Y/N}!" Mr. Urie shouted and you jumped a bit then froze where you landed. "Sorry, I just really think you have a lot of potential in art rather than music, let's be honest, your doodles are better than you treble clef," he said with a giggle.
"I really love music Mr. Urie..." you said, lying right through you teeth because you just wanted to have him and Mr.Stump as music teachers.
"{Y/N} all of us in the music department know that's a lie and we're very flattered that you would love to have us as teachers but we all know that art is your passion... not that your bad in music, but you can barely draw the treble clef..." Mr. Urie said as he rested a hand on your shoulder and you nearly melted.
"Okay Mr. Urie... if you really think so," I said.
"We do," you heard a voice from the doorway and it was Mr. Stump. You all laughed and then Mr. Stump wrote you a pass to go down to guidance to get your schedule changed around so that you could have art class but right before you left, Mr. Urie stopped you.
"Ya know {Y/N}, we know you love to see us everyday so Mr. Stump and I talked it out and we agreed that you can come down here with some friends during your lunch period and hang out with us, maybe we could even still give you some lessons if you want," Mr. Urie smiled and then ruffled your hair before you headed on your way to guidance.
A/N:
I know that this probably really sucked but I needed to write it because I felt guilty for not using the idea that was given to me months ago. So I hope you maybe somewhat enjoyed it and thanks for reading!! <3
-Hay
