“Hey you heard about that hot sub in Mr.Padalecki’s room?“My friend Abby asked me as I eat an apple. “No”. I say blankly not really caring about the subject. ” From what I heard, his name real Nate, he is 23,and single", she says winking at his age. “Dude we are only 17. we have no chance with that guy” I say sighing.
“How do you know all that stuff anyway?” I chuckle. “The girls in my 2nd hour were talking about him,” Abby says putting her science book into her small green backpack. After 30 minutes of talking and laughing with Abby, it’s time to move to my last period.
This is the class I have with Mr. Maloley and honestly I dread going there. Abby walks me to the door and whispers in my ear, “Go get him.” And slaps my ass. I laugh and walk into the room. My smile fades when I make eye contact with the little bitches in my class. I hate everybody in this class. All of a sudden, I turn my head to the right to see an angel hovering over the teacher’s desk looking through a folder, with his glasses placed on his head. His concentration is broken when he catches me staring. He walks around the desk and looks at me. I snap out of my trance. “Good morning Miss…?” He says with a confused look. “ Y/N. Y/F/N,” I say, stuttering. He pulls him hand out to shake mine. As I pull my hand out to shake his, he introduces himself. “I’m Mr. Maloley and I’ll be your sub for the week,” he says giving me a warm smile. “Great, nice to meet you, Mr.Maloley.” I say, then taking a seat at a lone desk.
“Somebody is already the teacher’s pet.” The girl behind me whispers. I roll my eyes. “I saw how your eyes were stuck on him, ” she starts giggling. “ If you don’t shut up, this back hand is gonna be stuck on you,” I snap. She widens her eyes as she slouches back into her seat. I look back to the front of the class as Mr. Maloley starts his lesson. “Today’s lesson is gonna be on the book, Wuthering Heights. As you may know, this is an English class and this is a novel written by Emily Brontë, to give you a brief summary of this book, it is about two people by the names of Cathy and Heathcliff, a tale of love and revenge on the Yorkshire moors…” My mind starts to trail off to where I shut Mr. Maloley’s voice out, as I stare into his chocolaty-caramel eyes. I snap out of my trance as I feel my phone as buzz in my pocket. I look up at Mr. Maloley to see if he wasn’t looking. I pull my phone out of my pocket to examine the screen, I see Abby’s name pop up.
Abby: you having fun there? ;)
Y/n: He is as hotter than you described him😆
Abby: Did you get a look at his ass? lolololol
I try my hardest to not even let out a giggle but I fail as tiny chuckle escapes my mouth. The class first stared at me and then Mr. Maloley snapped his head back at me, slightly rubbing his neck. He closes his eyes one second too long and tries to look tough. I can tell he got whiplash, which made me giggle even more. “What’s so funny Y/N? I bet the class will laugh at it too.” He says as a smirk grows on his face. I smirk back at him and begin to say, “ it’s just that, Mr. Maloley, I know you trying to look tough and all, but I can tell your neck still hurts from that whiplash.” All I hear from the back of me is oh damn and what the hell.
He begins to laugh as he steps closer to my desk. One of the girls behind me says, “you done fucked up”. Mr. Maloley leans over my desk and spots my phone in my lap. “So is that what’s making you giggle so much?” He says, pointing down at my lap. I try to look innocent but it’s not working. I’m smiling uncontrollably and I don’t know why. “Would you like to read whatever was making you laugh aloud?” He says, leaning against my desk. I try to slickly put my phone in my pocket. He grabs my wrist, not hard but gently. He takes my phone out of my hand and he begins to read, “Abby,” he says. “Are you having fun there?” He reads as he continues to skim through our messages, he reads the texts to himself before he reads it out loud. His eyes widen, I can tell he was shocked. The bell rings and I scramble to grab my phone and leave but he dodges my hand. “You need to stay after class Miss Y/L/N,” he says, looking into my eyes. Everyone walks out of the class, emerging into their own conversation. I spot the girl who was whispering to me earlier making smooching faces at me. I glare at her and jock my head forward. She stops and swiftly walks out with the rest of the class.
I turn back around to see Mr. Maloley smiling at me. “What?” I ask him plainly. “What? No, uh, nothing. Do you want me to turn around so you can look at my ass?” he says as the smirk plays on his face. I gasp but end up giggling.
This is gonna be an interesting week.
(Don’t worry there are gonna be acouple more parts and then we are done) But enjoy part one for now.)

















