He's My First

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Most stories have that one character that starts innocently and then turns into something more. They can be dangerous, mischievous, terrible or even freakier than expected.

Let me tell you my story,

 About how I, an innocent girl, fell for nothing but danger.

Emma's Pov

"Hey, Emma did you bring your Math textbook? I forgot mine home again." Crissy, my sexy nerd of a friend, asked me as I opened my locker.

"No, you know I don't like maths since, like ever and it hasn't changed, so it's not necessary that I bring a book and I can't stand that goddamn teacher," I told her.

"Ugh whatever then, let's head to class." She said.

As we walked down the hallway there were eyes on us, like always. We always grabbed the attention of everyone because of our amazing friendship.

If I'm describing myself I'll say I'm just a regular, natural, basic girl, light brown with curly bouncy hair and gorgeous hazel eyes.

What am I kidding, I'm beautiful, and so was Crissy and all those other girls at school were just hating on us. I'm full of myself, in a way, but not loud-spoken. Crissy on the other hand, she's loud-spoken.

Today we wore matching outfits which made the girls at school hate us more. Nobody likes hot girls with matching outfits so it seemed.

"Hey, Emma where's Tristan? I'm supposed to give him something before class." Crissy asked.

"Maybe he's with th-" I was cut off when a wall ran into me causing me to fall flat on my butt, scattering my books, "What the hell? Watch where you're going you jerk!" I said rubbing my head.

"Emma I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." I recognised Tristan's voice and looked up at him with an annoyed look.

"Be a gentleman and pick me up you idiot, are you just going to stand there?" I scolded.

"Shit sorry, you know you don't have to be so mean right." He chuckled at me while putting out his hand to pick me up. He then picked up my books and handed them over to me.

"Whatever. You've been my friend for how long now? You should know that's how I am." I rolled my eyes at him and walked past him bouncing him on his hand.

We arrived at class and took our seats.

Listening to everyone talking, it seemed like we got a new math teacher. Seemingly, he was handsome.

I rolled my eyes and thought back to when Tristan bounced me in the hallway, what a jerk. 

Every time I thought about that whore of a girlfriend it upsetted me. She practically had sex with most of the guys at school.

"Hey Em, did you see the new math teacher?" Crissy asked me with excitement.

"No I haven't, and I don't care how he looks. I could care less about maths and you know that." I rolled my eyes.

Math was a trigger for me, not that I couldn't do it, it was because it was stressful doing it.

"Come on lighten up, I'm sure you'll find he's cute." She said giggling.

'Yeah, sure whatever' I thought to myself.

"Good morning class, I am your new math teacher I'm sorry for my lateness my name is Mr Clarke. 

Was what I was seeing for real? I've never drooled over any of my teachers but this man was a work of art. Underneath his glasses, you can practically see his mesmerizing dark grey eyes.

Crissy and I have a weakness for grey eyes, and by the look on her face, it looks like she'd just noticed them. 

At the end of class, Mr Clarke asked to see me. Maybe it was because I rolled my eyes at him when he asked me to do something on the board.

He needed to know that all I do in math class, was write what's given and then sleep.

I told Crissy to wait by her car for me since she was my ride home. I walked up to Clarke's desk and he told me to pull a chair, in front of his desk.

"Have a seat, Ms Johnson." He called me by my last name which I hated, but coming from his perfect cherry lips, it sounded sexy.

"For my first day on the job I didn't expect a beautiful young lady like you to be disrespectful to a teacher. I don't like naughty girls, Ms Johnson. I believe they should be punished, but that's, just my opinion." He bit his bottom lip, then swept his tongue across them, revealing what looked like a piercing.

When he saw my eyes widen, he spoke with a smirk. "There are things many people don't know about me, but you will soon find out. For your punishment, you'll clean up the class after everyone leaves for three days or detention for a week, your choice. That's just fazed one in your punishment. Disrespect me again and this time would be physical interaction." He said.

Stunned, I walked out of his class thinking about what he meant by 'physical interaction', and where the hell that piercing came from because that wasn't visible in class.

I dashed out of school and went to find Crissy in the parking lot. I hopped into Crissy's car. Sighing loudly, I slumped into my seat.

"So what did he tell you in there?" She asked with concern in her voice.

"I just got detention for rolling my eyes at him, that's all." I shrugged my shoulders.

She shook her head and grinned at me.

We drove home listening to music all the way there.

"Bye Crissy, see you tomorrow. Love you." I waved at her as she drove off then I went inside my home.

Closing the door behind me I heard noises. Someone must be home.

"Sweety is that you?" My mom called.

"Yeah, where are you?" I asked.

"I'm in the kitchen." She said.

I made my way to the kitchen and dropped my bag on the kitchen counter.

"Hey sweety I'm making dinner, how was school?"

"It was okay, I got a new math teacher and because I rolled my eyes at him I got detention," I told her.

"Oh shit. See I told you your attitude will get you into trouble, but you never listen."

"Yeah, whatever Mom."I giggled because I always knew she was right. "I'm not hungry okay, so just serve food for you and Dad. I have tons of homework to do." She nodded, then kissed my cheek.

My mother looks similar to me just with freckles and a little older. She's my joy and I love her a lot just as much as I love Dad, who is not always home because he's in the military. He's home for two whole months and I was elated. Also, I believe he might retire soon.

On entering my room I immediately undressed. I cooled off and took a long shower. When I was finished I received a text from Tristan asking if he could come over. It was surprising, he hadn't asked me in weeks. I wondered, what was his problem now?

Half an hour later he arrived and I brought him to my room. My parents are okay with Tristan because they are a little close to his parents, well they haven't spoken in a while but they're still cool.

I must say that he's handsome with his sharp jaw line, broad shoulders and tattooed arm. Gosh, when I was younger I had a crush on him but eventually, I thought it was better to be just friends. It was best for both of us to not break our friendship.

I heard a knocking on the door and I knew it was Tristan. I opened it and let him in.

"How did you manage to call me Tristan?" I asked him as he lay on my bed.

"I have relationship problems, but I don't wanna talk about it, so let's do something fun instead."

"Like what?" I rolled my eyes laying next to him.

"Kiss me." He said while leaning towards me.