Asher's POV
I walked into my new school, Starlight High. I wasn't surprised at how small this school was. After all, it was a small town. I'm actually glad it's small.
When I lived in Philippines, the schools were huge. I don't really like big crowds and there's plenty of those at big schools. People pushing and shoving in the halls, rumors, and gossip constantly being spread, fights going on everywhere. The school I previously attended was a disaster.
My freshman year was fine. There weren't many fights and the teachers actually cared. Sophomore year was almost the same but my junior year was shit. Fights almost occurred every day. Teachers weren't caring anymore.
I just had to get out there.
When my parents told me we were moving and I would be going to a new school, I had mixed emotions.
I was happy because I didn't want to be around all of the fighting anymore. I was also nervous because I am not good at making friends and I hate being the new kid but I was just going to have to suck it up.
After all, this was my last year of high school. I should make the best of it right?
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I was happy that I came yesterday and met with the dean Mr. Yoshi, he showed me around and helped me find where my classes were and also my locker.
Apparently, no one really moves to this town...almost as if it doesn't exist on a map. So every student that goes here has been there since freshman year, so they knew where all classes are.
I looked at my schedule reminding myself where I was going.
Poetry and Creativity Writing Room 23
I found my way to room 23. I walked in and found a seat in the middle of the class.
I didn't like sitting in the back nor at the front.
I got out a notebook and a pen for notes. I'm sure since it is the first day we will be going over the syllabus and things like that. However, every teacher is different so just in case the teacher is the traditional type, I always make sure I am prepared.
I got my phone out of my pocket. I turned it off and I put it in the front pocket of my bookbag. I always had my phone off during school. I'm a good student like that. Not that anyone really texts me. The only people who text me are my little brother Jasper and my parents.
I have no friends. My phone is what kids say nowadays as "dry"
As I waited I heard two girls in front of me talking. I was bored so I decided to be nosey and listen to it. There's nothing wrong with eavesdropping on some street knowledge. Who knows maybe it'll become helpful in the future.
"Do you know who our teacher is?" the black-haired asked.
The blonde hair girl shook her head.
"No, I got no idea. Who is it?" She asked with an australian accent that was really adorable.
"Valencia" The black-haired said with a shiver.
"No way!" The australian stood up putting her hand to her mouth covering her shock. Is the teacher really that bad?
I could tell she was panicking by the way her voice wavered.
"Yeah, there is no way we are going to pass this class. We are fucking screwed!" The black-haired said and groaned, waving her hand dramatically to the air and dropping it.
I wondered why they were stressed. Why wouldn't they be able to pass this class? Any class is passable. All you have to do is do your best and turn things in and ask for help if you need it.
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The bell rang and I immediately felt a shift in the atmosphere of the room. I could feel the nervousness going around.
I hated that about myself.
I could always feel the energy in a place and sometimes it was highly uncomfortable.
I could also always tell someone is lying. Not that I don't mind. I hate liars and I really hate being lied to.
And with this ability that I like to call a superpower, I can call people out on their lies. Seeing their faces after I've exposed them for the liars they are, truly is something I cherish. What's it we teens call it nowadays? Caught slipping?
When the bell rung I heard heels clicking. And in walked the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. Her hair was long and it flowed down her back beautifully.
She was wearing a tight red dress. You could see every curve of her body. Her ass was amazing. I felt my hands clenching as I thought about squeezing her ass. I wondered if it was soft. Maybe nice and firm?
The dress stopped right above her knees and you could see her beautifully toned legs. Her small feet were in high heels that matched the dress perfectly.
Those heels had to be at least five inches and by the look of her feet, I'd say she's a size 6? maybe 7?
She sat her purse and coffee cup on her desk and she walked to the whiteboard and grabbed a black dry erase marker.
She wrote "Ms. Valencia" on the board and turned around. My breath hitched as I got a good look at the front of her.
Those breasts that were pushed up wonderfully and spilling out a bit teasingly were making my so called little buddy twitch.
By the looks of them, she had to be a D cup.
I had my thighs tightly together. I could not get hard. Not right now.
I looked away from her breast and up to her face. Her eyes were the perfect shade of black. Her lips were the painted blood red. She had a lip scar on the right side of her upper lip.
Not all scars are attractive but I must admit hers was.
Damn... this woman was the definition of perfection. If that wasn't it then she is the closest to perfection.
She opened her mouth to speak and my eyes were immediately focused on her lips. I saw a perfect set of pearly whites. Is there anything wrong with this woman? How is she even on Earth? She's like a fucking goddess.
"As many of you know I am Ms. Valencia, if you didn't know well, now you do" She said and walked over to her desk.
Fuck her voice is sexy.
She leaned against the front of her desk and looked around at all of us. Her eyes stayed on me for a bit before continuing.
"I see some familiar faces" She said and smirked.
"Yeah, cause it's hard to pass your bloody class" I heard someone with an accent say. I looked over me. There was a boy with black hair sitting one chair away from where I am sitting. He wore a lot of leather.
"Mr. Anderson is a perfect example of a familiar face" She said with the same smirk plastered on her perfect face.
"Yeah, It's nice to see you too... Evil Queen" He said smirking. I'm assuming he thought that was clever.
"It is nice to see that after repeating your senior year twice you still don't have enough credits to graduate" She said and I had to bit my lip to keep me from chuckling.
"Dammmnnn she told you Zion" The black-haired in front of me said.
"Shut up bitch" He said making her stand up.
"Care to say that again repeater?" She said getting all in his face.
Really? a fight on the first day? Great. Just when I thought that I moved away from that.
"Babe... Calm down" The australian said and grabbed her arm making her sigh and follow through with what I am guessing is her girlfriend's instructions.
"My girlfriend saved your sorry excuse of an ass"
I looked back at the teacher.
"Now that is over it's time to hive you the rules. I expect every one of these rules to be followed. I suggest you write them down and memorize them, because if you don't then I'll see you again next year. Isn't that right Mr. Anderson?" She asked raising an eyebrow looking at him.
He nodded seemingly lose with nothing, "Indeed we will" He said and clenched his jaw.
"Learn from his mistakes, I am not an easy person to get along with" She said, stood up, and walked around her desk.
"I am going to take attendance and then we'll get started" She said and started typing something on her computer.
I zoned out for a minute. I could not stop thinking about what I thought earlier. Except, this time it was a little different. I was trying to imagine her clothes off. Yes, I really shouldn't be thinking about this especially now when I am kind of hard, but I cannot help it.
"Clayton? Asher Clayton?" I heard my name and I looked up at her.
"I'm right here" I raised my hand and she looked up at me.
"It took you an awfully long time to answer dear, If you're going to daydream and be distracted then you may leave my class" She said and I shook my head.
"It won't happen again I promise" I said and she gave me a look before continuing on with the attendance.
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When she finished she walked back to the front of her desk and leaned in it like before.
"Just a warning, it is very easy to fail my class. I have specific rules, don't follow them and your grade will suffer" She said looking around the room at every one of us making sure that we know she wasn't joking.
"I expect all homework to be done in blue or black pen. If it is in pencil or any other color I will not grade it. If your handwriting is illegible it goes in the shredder. So if you know your writing is disgusting, I suggest you type it. I do not have time to waste on your sloppiness. Every day your assignment is last, 25 percent is taken off. So I suggest you turn everything in on time. If you are late to class you won't be let in. I don't care what reason you are late it doesn't benefit me in any way by knowing" She said looking at us.
Damn, she was intense.
Is she like this too in bed?
"Any questions?" She asked and no one dared to raise their hand. Who would even, maybe raising your hand will immediately deduct some points in your first paper.
She nodded and walked back over to the whiteboard. She grabbed the black marker once again and she began writing.
"Today's work: Introduce yourself to me" She said as she wrote her expectations on the board.
"I do not want to see things like your favorite color or your age. I could care less about the day you were born or what color of the rainbow draws your attention the most. Tell me deep things. Like what you are most afraid of. whether it's heights, dying, or spiders. Tell me why you fear it and also how you think you can overcome it. Tell me about your biggest heartbreak. Did she or he leave you for someone else? did they cheat? Tell me what happened and what do you think needs to happen for you to forgive them. Of course, you don't have to write what I just said but I need you all to dig deep. Make me feel your pain. This is important, this is your first impression. Don't disappoint me. This is due by the end of class. You have 30 minutes, begin"
She finished and walked behind her desk and sat down.
I bit my lip knowing exactly what I was going to write.
I wrote my name and date in the top left corner of the margin and I found my hand gliding along the paper without much effort.
My biggest fear is never finding that person who will accept me and love.