Here We Go Again (GirlxGirl) (TeacherxStudent)

Ariadne POV It was yet another school year where I am not free to do whatever I want. I was an 18 year old with a happy go lucky attitude. Never missed a class but always dreading for it to finish. Laying down in bed I was thinking of how this school year would affect me, I was an honor student but I was not a goody-two shoes type of fella. I had been sent to the office multiple times for correcting a teacher. Maybe I was being sarcastic too much last year? But this year, I promised my parents that I'll be good. No more issues with other teachers, no more drunken nights and finally, apply for college. My family has always been supportive. I have always been considered the funny one, the one to tell jokes and make every family day the happiest. I'm your typical jokester but with a rainbow twist of course. Rainbow? Yes, I am a lesbian. Long black hair, wears shirts and top it off with a polo and jeans with sneakers. That is my style. Love? I have not experienced it. I have gotten into dating but never the relationship type. I guess studying and sports have been my priority. I only have one friend, best friend actually. He's James, the pain in my ass but always has my back since pre-school. Also gay but the cute bubbly type. At school we were know as the gay duo, never seperated. Which reminds me, I have to pick up because the loser does not know how to drive. Grabbing the things I need, I went to his house. A few taps on my horn he was already giggling towards the car's door rushing because we don't want to be late on the first day. "I see you're excited for school already". Giving him a side glance to check why he was so happy with today. "It's going to be our last first day of high school who wouldn't be? Think of all the girls who'll be swooning over you, Ariadne". James my boy, he was always this positive about everything and I can't help but smile at him. One thing I wasn't sure about was the girls that will be swooning over me. "I know you think that I am one lucky person if girls will be swooning over me, but I feel like its not true. Why hasn't anyone asked me out over the summer?" I retaliated against his statement. I was never the type of person to assume that I was liked. I think they're just nice to everybody. "Oh come on, how can you be so oblivious that they like you? Do you wanna make a bet?" James snickered. I have a feeling he is up to something everytime he tries to make a bet with me. "I'd rather not, I can't even remember the last time I won against you". I breathed a sigh. Thinking that the bet would make me give up something. James laughed but nodded because he knows I was right. Never make a bet with James, you'll end up doing something you'll regret. I parked in our usual spot, smiling at everyone that called my name. Our school was a normal one and by normal I mean we have the stereotypes. Cheerleaders, jocks, the silent ones that keep to themselves, musicians, artists, you name it we have 'em. What we don't have are bullies. I mean come on, this is not a movie. Haha! James is a cheerleader hence why he is so positive about things. I am into sports, basketball mainly but I do other things too. James and I enter the administrator's office to get our schedules while we still have time. "Let me see yours." James hastily grabbed my schedule. I'm guessing he wants to have all our classes synced. "We have the same classes, yey!" he grinned at me. "Woah, how fun would this be? You better not copy anything from me, do you remember the last time we were caught? I am soooo not saving your ass this time." I told him. Not that I was making him feel stupid, but James is just a pain when it comes to exams. While James was giving the puppy dog eyes, another person came into the office. She was wearing the typical teacher outfit but this one I think came out of a victoria's secret magazine. She had brown hair, perfect eyes, nose and oh crap those lips. I wasn't sure if I was drooling but I have never seen someone so beautiful in my life, well except for my mom but seriously am I drooling? I had to stop looking at her because I don't want to make a fool out of myself. Then, I heard her come near us. She was smaller than me even with those heels as I am 5'11. I heard her speak to the school's secretary. "Hi, I was just wondering if I can get my class schedules? It's my first day teaching". She said. "Oh yes, if you could follow me to the principal's office I'd also introduce you to our boss." The secretary politely smiled at her. They both went outside and straight to the office. What subject does she teach though? She looks nice. I didn't even notice James has been blabbering about something new for the cheer team and the games that will be held. James was fed up with me so he had to drag me to our first class. I was never good at math, other subjects come to me easy but math? hell no. Why make it complicated? Why add number and letters? Just kidding. I know its important because it can be used to almost anything that requires a solution for problems but still, I am not and will always be weak at math. The bell rings and as per our class schedule, the name of the teacher will be Ms. Madden. Huh, who's this? Where's old man Mr. Cavill? Our class door opens and there she goes, elegantly placing her things atop her table right in front of me. She scans the room, starting at the back then stops at me. She was not smiling at us though. Why are math teachers so strict? They make me stutter everytime at recitation. Lord, if you love me please don't make me a fool in front of her. I promise I'll be nice. She begins to write at the board. If it was up to me, it was the most perfect handwriting I have ever seen. She wrote her name. "Good morning class. I am Ms. Madden, I'll be your statistics and probability teacher. I expect nothing but respect from all of you and I will try to make it easy as possible for you to learn." She spoke. It was like she demanded to be followed. I was hoping she wasn't strict but the vibe compliments her stature. Strong, no bullshit. I just listened as she gave instructions and told us about the syllabus. I didn't even understand what she was saying because I was fixated at her look. The skirt was distracting, the blouse was even harder not to look at. Two of the buttons were undone. A hint of cleavage was there and before I was able to fix my composure, luck was out of the window for me because she caught me checking her out. She was giving me a smirk and I was too flushed to revert my eyes from those lips. "And you are?" she asked. Everyone in class was looking at me. James was no help because he was giggling at me that I don't know what to do. I'm guessing Ms. Madden took pity on me because she repeated herself. "What's your name?" She said. "I'm Ariadne Hart". I smiled at her. She nodded. She never returned the gesture. "Ms. Hart, if you could stay after class please". Oh s**t, why did I do? She then asked a few students about their names. With that, the bell rang. I stayed in my seat and gestured to James that he can go to our next class. Then that voice spoke again to grab my attention. "Ms. Hart, do you not like my class?" She was already towering over me. I guess its because I was still in my seat. I was a bit intimidated because she has this cold look. "Ms. Madden, I do apologize if I was not attentive and no, I like your class". I politely answered. She seems to have accepted my answer. "I hope that you could listen and avoid looking at other places you shouldn't be looking at." She smirked. Oh hell no. I've been caught. "Its hard but I'll try." I blurted out. I was supposed to take it back but she stopped me again. "You can go now." The smirk was gone but was replaced with a genuine smile. Please don't tell me I've made a fool out of myself in front of a georgeous new teacher. I grabbed my belongings then went to find my art class. I can't believe I made a fool out of myself at the very first day.