Mr. Heywood is a new, young, handsome, biology teacher at Holly's school and he has a big secret. Holly finds out his secret and suddenly gets pulled into his dangerous and frightening life. Now having to deal with the teasing Mr. Heywood, and the gangsters who are after Mr. Heywood, she has to balance keeping herself safe, her friends safe, and slowly falling for her new teacher. But could a relationship survive between a student and a teacher?
The shrill ringing of my alarm clock pierced the dead quiet of my room. It lasted only a split second before my hand collided with the annoying electronic, silencing it immediately. Cold bit at my now exposed hand and I quickly returned it to the toasty safe haven of under my comforter.
After a few moments of silence I finally groaned to myself. Even though it was freezing in my room, I had to get up and get ready. I took a deep breath and counted to three before seizing the edge of my comforter and tossing it off of me. The frigid air tempted me into going back under the covers, but I fought it.
My bare feet touched the freezing floor and I padded over to the air vent. I stuck my foot in front of the airway and pulled it back with a frown. The air conditioner was on, not the heat. Had my mom mistakenly turned it on instead of the heat?
I exhaled and treaded wearily out of my room and into the hallway, which was only a few degrees warmer than my bedroom.
I waited for an answer, and after a few moments of silence I tried again, walking towards my mom’s bedroom. I paused outside of the door and knocked gently. Still no answer. I opened it and peered inside to see my mom dead asleep on the bed, her clothes still on. I sighed to myself and walked over to her closet, grabbing an extra comforter and covering her.
“Geez,” I muttered, frowning at her. “Don’t overwork yourself this much.”
I exited the room and made my way to the thermostat. My mom had indeed turned the air conditioning on instead of the heater. I turned the knob in the opposite direction and set it to a very warm temperature. When I was done I made my way to the bathroom to take a shower.
The warm water felt relaxing on my back and I lingered a little longer than I should have. I turned off the water and hopped out of the shower and briskly dried off my body and towel-dried my hair as best as I could. I wrapped a towel around my head and body and made my way back to my bedroom.
I opened my closet and searched it for something cute to wear. After all, it was my last first day of school. I wanted to look cute. I finally decided on a simple pair of washed jeans with a hole in the left knee, a black tank top, and a light blue plaid shirt. I kept the shirt unbuttoned and grabbed my hair straightener so I could start on my hair.
When I was done I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled slightly. My brown hair lay straight reaching just past my shoulders, and my bangs stayed to one side. My bright blue eyes matched my shirt well. I didn’t look half bad. I checked my cell phone for the time. I still had half an hour before I had to leave for school.
I quietly went downstairs and into the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal. I opened the cabinets and scanned them for my favorite cereal. I located the Honey Bunches of Oats and grabbed them, setting the box on the table as I retrieved a spoon, milk and a bowl. I poured myself a generous helping and ate slowly.
When I was done I tossed the bowl into the sink and went back to my room one last time. I slipped on my low-top converse and slung my backpack over my shoulders. I stopped in bathroom to apply light make-up and brush my teeth.
In the middle of rinsing, my phone started vibrating. I quickly swished the water in my mouth and spat it into the sink, wiping my mouth on a towel before answering the phone.
“Morning,” I greeted, yawning.
“Morning, Holly!” my best friend of six years, Casey Rivers, returned sounding bright and chipper. “Are you almost ready? I’m outside your house now.”
“Yep, I’ll be out in a moment.”
“Kay. See you soon,” Casey responded and I heard a click.
I closed my cell phone and stuffed it in my pocket, hurrying out of the bathroom and down the hallway. I took the stairs two at a time and stopped in the kitchen quickly to write a note for my mom. I snatched my house keys off he key hanger and flung a jacket before I opened the front door.
Casey was waiting on the steps. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back and blew gently in the wind as she blew on her hands and rubbed them together to keep them warm. She turned when she heard the door open, her brown eyes lighting up excitedly.
“Hi,” she greeted me, the moisture of her exhale creating fog in the air, her cheeks a rosy red.
“It’s cold,” I commented, pulling my jacket tighter around me as the wind nipped at my cheeks.
“Yeah,” Casey responded, nodding her head vigorously. “Thank god this is our last year of walking to school.”
I chuckled. “Agreed. But you know you don’t have to walk with me. Don’t you have a car?”
Casey shrugged. “I get more exercise this way and it’s more fun.”
I shrugged back at her. “Whatever I guess, let’s just get going. I don’t know how long I can stand being in this cold.”
Casey nodded and together we set off down the sidewalk towards our school. It was only a twenty-minute walk, but in the freezing cold it seemed longer than that. I shivered at the unusual cold. It was usually still warm this early in the morning in September, but for some reason this morning was colder than the others. I could feel goose bumps on the exposed part of my knee and wished I had worn a different pair of jeans.
“So,” Casey started, turning to face me with a grin. “I heard there’s a new biology teacher.”
“Really? Male or female?”
“Male,” she responded, stuffing her hands deeper into her pockets. “I don’t know anything about him. I guess we’ll find out when we get our schedules with the teacher names on it. Are you taking biology this year?”
I nodded, pushing a piece of hair that had flown into my face with a gust of wind out of the way. “Yeah. I took Anatomy last year, so I was forced to take bio this year.”
Casey laughed. “I’m pretty sure everyone in our grade was forced to take Anatomy last year and biology this year.”
I chuckled. “Probably. I like biology though, so I don’t mind.”
“I wouldn’t mind if this new biology teacher was young and handsome,” Casey stated, pulling out her cell phone.
I rolled my eyes. “There’s no way. All science teachers are creepy. They are usually all old and bald. Or they have a lot of facial hair. Or they look at their students in inappropriate ways.”
“Well, one can dream. But you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” I told her with a wink. “I’m omniscient.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Casey responded, smirking at me.
We came to the gates of school and the building towered over us. I stared at in slight awe. It had been over two months since I had last been this close to it. I didn’t remember it being this substantial. The familiar red brick walls blocked all vision beyond them.
Casey grabbed my arm and started dragging me towards a group of people. I recognized them as some of my school friends: Sadie, Lance, Danielle and Willis. They were all huddled together and I could hear them chattering excitedly.
“Hi guys!” Casey greeted them, catching Danielle in a hug.
“Holly!” Lance cried, pulling me into a tight hug.
I laughed, hugging him back. “Lance! Man have I missed you and your sexy British accent!”
“So I’m sexy now?” he asked, pulling away from me with a wink.
“You wish,” I retorted, shaking my head with a smile. “Anyways, let’s move this little shindig inside.”
The six of us trooped our way inside the school building, the welcoming warm air defrosting my frozen body. Students filled the entrance hall, chattering with friends while they waited in line to get their schedules.
“Let’s meet up in the hall after we get our schedules,” I suggested, wanting to drop off my jacket in my locker.
“Sounds good to me,” Casey responded, pulling off her hat and running a hand through her hair.
The six of us split up, heading to our assigned homeroom. Lance and I were in the same room, so we went off together. He babbled on about his summer and how he visited his friends in England. Lance had moved here a few years back when we were freshman, and we had been friends since.
I entered my homeroom and walked to where my seat was for the past three years and wasn’t surprised to find my schedule on the desk. I picked it up and scanned it quickly. The name that stood out from the rest was Chris Heywood. He must be the new Biology teacher, I thought. I had Biology double bio fourth and fifth period on A days and only fifth on B.
“What periods do you have double biology?” Lance called from across the room.
“Fourth and fifth,” I returned, scanning down the sheet of paper for my locker combination. I located it and read it a few times to memorize it.
“So do I!”
“Awesome,” I responded, stuffing my schedule into my pocket. “I’m going to my locker.”
I left Lance in the classroom and headed out into the now jammed hallway. A few of my friends here and there called out greetings to me in which I replied with enthusiasm. I reached the back hallway where only a few lockers were placed. Mine, Lance’s and a few other students. Mine was the one on the corner.
I spun the combo and opened it. I laughed slightly when I noticed the small drawing off a muffin from ninth grade was still on the door. They still couldn’t get it off. I let go of the door and began pulling my arms out of my jacket when my locker door suddenly slammed shut.
I frowned at my now shut locker door and looked over at the person. It was a young man, with messy brown hair. He was fairly tall, about half a foot taller than me and was a pretty sturdy build. He was rubbing his face, and every time he did so his muscles rippled. They weren’t huge, but you could tell he had some.
Over all he was very handsome.
I caught myself staring just as he opened his eyes. I quickly looked around and than back, my eyes widening at his eye color. They were a light grey and extremely beautiful. In my whole life I have never seen such a color. I stared in awe for a few moments until the guy smirked.
“Don’t go falling for my good looks already,” he commented, flicking my forehead.
I winced and rubbed at my forehead, glaring at the man. “I’m not.”
Who was he? This was my first time seeing him at school. Was he a transfer student? There was no way he could be a freshman, he looked way too old. My eyebrows knitted as I tried to figure out his grade based on looks.
I snapped out of it and looked back up at him. “Yeah?”
“Can you tell me how to get to room 1054?”
1054. The room corresponded with my locker number. I nodded to him and pointed the way he had just come. “You go down this hallway, and take a right into the hallway that’s painted blue. It’ll be the last door at the end of the hallway before the stairs.”
He clicked his tongue and frowned. “I must have passed it. Oh well. Thanks.”
“Sure thing,” I responded, peeling my eyes away from his handsome face and back to my locker.
I heard him start walking away as I spun the combo to my locker and opened it again. I stuffed my jacket inside and frowned, still miffed at the appearance of this man. We didn’t usually get transfer students. The school was small, and not many people lived around here.
“Holly!” someone cried and I turned to see Casey running towards me. “Holly, oh my god!”
“I just saw the new biology teacher!” she exclaimed, looking excited. “He is hot!”
“Eh? Where’d you see him?” I asked, looking down the hall. “Is he still there?”
“No! He walked this way. Didn’t you see him?”
“No, but listen-” I started but she cut me off.
“Oh boy. You’re thoughts about science teachers will be changing now. Wait until you see him. He looks so young!” Casey gushed, her eyes wide with excitement. “What period do you have bio?”
I laughed at her excitement. “Fourth and fifth.”
Casey groaned. “You have to wait that long to see him?”
“Apparently so,” I responded, shaking my head. “Listen to this-”
The homeroom bang rung and I scowled. Now I would have to wait until I could tell Casey about the new student. If she was that excited over a teacher, I could just imagine her excitement over a new hot transfer student.
I sighed and started off towards my homeroom. I’ll admit I was kind of excited to see the new biology teacher and it was disappointing how I had to wait until fourth period. I entered the classroom and searched for the mysterious man from early, hoping to see him in my homeroom. I couldn’t locate him and I frowned. Hopefully I’d be able to see him again.