HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU

CHAPTER 1 - MESSY HAIRED MAN

I rubbed my  eyes and stretched my arms and legs out across my bed and let out a tired groan, "HNGGGG". I turned over to the otherside of my bed and glanced at my phone through the slits in my eyes. The time read - 7:42. "FUCK", I croaked, swung my legs out of my bed and shoved my glasses onto my face.
"I can't believe I'm going to be late for my first day back at school, Jesus Christ man", I thought to myself as I frantically tried to get myself ready in 10 minutes. I left my house in a rush with not eating anything, barely any sleep and 20% charge in my phone. I had never felt this dead before. I walked to school dragging my feet behind me and listening to music through one of my earphones. The streets were almost silent and empty as everyone was either at work or school already. The only sound I could hear was a car approaching the back of me, as it began to pass me by I averted my eyes towards the driver seat window and met eyes with a messy brown haired man. He had his hand cooly swaying outside the car's window holding a cigarette between his fingers. As we met eyes it felt almost like slow motion, he just nodded and drove away straight down the road. My music had stopped playing and I could now hear the fading sound of the rock music coming from the mans car.
I started to feel myself go red in the face but shook my head and quietly muttered under my breath, " He only nodded at you for god sake, pull yourself together". I was feeling all over the place this morning. As I finally arrived at the school almost a hour late I saw my best friend Sophie waiting outside the doors looking extremely agitated. She was staring at her phone but when she heard my footsteps coming closer to her she looked up and screamed, "FOR FUCKS SAKE SARAH, I'VE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR ALMOST A HOUR".
"I'm sorry mate I woke up late", I shrugged.
"Well we've missed our first class so we'll just need to go to english now, it's just started so hurry up!", Sophie told me as she hurridly walked down the school hall. We made our way down the english corridor trying to find our class. "It's down here!", Sophie shouted waving her arm for me to come over. I jogged over and swung the door open to see a full class with only mine and Sophie's seats empty. We stood in the doorway awkwardly until we heard a unfamiliar voice speak up, "Well are you's going to sit down or just stand there?". It came from the teachers chair at the computer. My eyes snapped over to see the
messy haired man from the car. He stared at me with his eyes sparkling and his mouth in a slight smirk. "Uh, yeah, sorry haha", I mumbled awkwardly and me and Sophie shuffled past all the desks to the back of the room where our seats were and sat down. As I got seated, I glanced upwards to see the man looking in my direction but as I met his eyes he quickly whipped his head around towards the computer. I started to feel my face go bright red again, I shot my eyes down to my hands and started playing with my rings. The class was deadly silent, I started to pray to god that atleast someone would speak up. With what felt like hours of painful silence and everyone awkwardly gazing around, the messy haired man spoke.  "Oright guys, so...I'm Mr Turner", he stuttered on his words like he was nervous and scratched the back of his head.
"I'm gonna be you're new english teacher for this year, I hope ye don't mind ", his accent wasn't from around here at all, it was nothern and thick and he let out a small, husky laugh.
"Ummm, so today we're gonna start by evaluating the poem - I wanna be yours, written by John Cooper Clarke". He stood up from his seat at the computer, walked around to the front of his desk and perched on top of it. He unbuttoned the cuffs on his white shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and cleared his throat. He began reading from the poem he had in his hands, " I wanna be your vacuum cleaner,
Breathing in your dust,
I wanna be your Ford Cortina,
I will never rust,
If you like your coffee hot,
Let me be your coffee pot,
You call the shots,
I wanna be yours". He took a small pause then started the second stanza, " I wanna be your raincoat,
For those frequent rainy days,
I wanna be your dreamboat,
When you want to sail away,
Let me be your teddy bear,
Take me with you anywhere,
I don't care,
I wanna be yours". His voice was melodic and it felt  as if everyone was hanging on to every word he spoke. " I wanna be your electric meter,
I will not run out,
I wanna be the electric heater,
You'll get cold without,
I wanna be your setting lotion,
Hold your hair in deep devotion,
Deep as the deep Atlantic ocean,
That's how deep is my devotion". I was so indulged with how he read the poem that I hadn't realised he had finished speaking. I tore my eyes away from the sheet infront of me and up towards where he sat. He was gazing at me with his deep brown eyes and a shy smile. I couldn't help but gaze right back.