Private Teacher (Student/Teacher) [On Hold]

Chapter 2 - New Teacher?!

Chapter 2

(A/N = Before anyone starts commenting "There is no way a 19 year old can be a teacher,"; my school had a 19 year old teacher. Furthermore, there is no legal age limit to become a teacher in the UK. Please conduct research before telling me otherwise.)

Ana's P.O.V -

My jaw dropped as soon as I heard the words 'our new teacher' come out from Mr. Westwood's mouth.

 I, as a student, have to guide an extremely good-looking teacher. Oh well, but he's a teacher!

What? Here I was thinking maybe I can get a chance with someone so hot but he turns out to be our new biology teacher, aren't I lucky?

Yes!

I like to answer my own questions.

"You're our teacher?!" I practically yelled from outside our class then, everyone jolted from their seat to look at me including Mr. Greenford.

Some girls even gave me the evil eyes; even the guys gave me evils.

Mr. Greenford looked at me in surprise and then gave me his warmest smile with a greeting.

"Sorry, I forgot to mention, I'll be your new teacher from today onward," he said, sounding unbelievably calm.

I still couldn't believe he was a teacher; he looked so young so I just had to question.

"Ehm...Excuse me for wondering, but what is your age?" I questioned being all formal.

"Oh," he paused looking at me curiously. "If you really want to know, I'm 19."

 Then he gave me a very devious smirk thinking he was superior. In my mind I was already raged.

The whole class at this point seemed transparent even though their glares burnt through me.

"So... why are you a teacher?" I questioned him, ignoring Mr. Westwood and the class.

"Enough questions Ana, you're way too nosy anyway," Mr. Westwood interrupted. How dare he say that? I am NOT! Well, maybe. Sightly? 

"But sir- I was stopped by Mr. Westwood's no "buts" policy.

Mr. Greenford just stared at me with amusement gleaming in his eyes.

I felt a flush of embarrassment as Mr. Westwood told me to stay outside, closing the door on me.

I could hear everyone laughing inside; I think I could even possibly hear Mr. Greenford laughing, luckily all the glares had gone and from what I could see from the door window, the girls in my class had slut mode full on.

Revealing every little ounce of their dignity, well of course not all the girls but I could see Ash joining in by flipping her hair back and preparing her canvas. That's enough said. 

Seriously, Ash, you're better than this. Ash is also one of my friends.

Moreover, Sarah was drooping all over her desk trying to look appealing. It's funny because it looked really disgusting like someone had put a dead octopus on her table.

Sarah isn't one of my friends. Even though she was but not any more because I developed common sense and she developed meaningless friends.

It was so boring standing outside waiting for someone to pass by so that I could randomly say hello to them and start a meaningful conversation although no one came.

On the other hand, all the squealing girls inside my class were giving me a headache so I just sat down, sliding my back against the wall as I settled myself into a comfortable position on the carpeted floor.