Male!Teacher!ReaderxFem!Student!Canada--prolouge

MADDIE'S POV
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First day of the school year. Or, as Madeline Williams liked to call it, the first day of 180 days of torture. Her first two classes were the same; teacher walks in, over looks her during the role call until she stands up and waves her hands frantically to get their attention, then spends the rest of the class dodging paper balls, erasers, pencils, and pretty much anything else the resident bullies could pull out of their backpacks until the bell rings and she rushes out as quickly as possible. And she knew that she would just repeat the whole procedure in her third period History class too.

'Why do I even bother?' she thought to herself 'Maybe I should just ask dad about online schooling.'

She walked into her history class early, about three minutes before the late bell rang. She took a seat on the far side of the room, right alongside the windows. She looked towards the front of the room and noticed that the teacher wasn't at the desk or writing anything on the board.

A couple minutes later, the other students flowed into the room just before the late bell rang. And still no teacher? Weird.


YOUR POV
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"God dammit!" you cursed under your breath when you heard the late bell ring. "Calling me to the front office to fill out a stupid agreement form! They seriously couldn't wait until lunch hour? Or, better yet, after school?"

You were practically sprinting through the halls trying to get back to your classroom as quickly as possible. The front office called you up during your second period class for a 'crucially important' matter, which turned out to be a lousy form saying you agreed to the terms of your job. They made you charge all the way up there and now you had to charge all the way back.

Finally reaching your classroom, you quickly regained your composure; you couldn't walk into your class out of breath with sweat running down your brow! Once you thought you were presentable, you pushed open the door and walked inside.


MADDIE'S POV
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The door opened. "Sorry I'm late, class." Said a young man's voice. Madeline perked up and put her focus on the man who just walked into her class; the supposed teacher. He closed the door behind him and stood in front of the students. "I had some business at the front office."

"Now then, my name is Mr._______, your World History teacher!"

Maddie could only stare at her teacher 'How the heck is he a teacher?!' she thought 'He looks like a high school senior!" She then looked at her classmates. She could tell the boys were thinking the same thing as she was. The girls meanwhile…well, they found this year's crush. Not that Maddie blamed them.

The teacher was stunning! He was extraordinarily handsome, like a Greek sculpture come to life! His (hair color) hair sat on his head messily but it was very fitting for him. His eyes, a stunning (eye color) color that practically glowed and put the stars to shame. He was well built; his arms and legs had noticeable muscle but not too much that it was overwhelming and even though his torso was hidden under his striped button-up shirt, she could tell his middle was toned and firm.

"Let me call the role and we'll get started" he said with his silky, young voice. He went, person by person calling names and waiting for an answer from each, moving through the alphabet until he reached 'W'. "Madeline Williams." He called.

'And it begins' she thought. She raised her hand and meekly said "Here"

He looked up from his board and looked around until his eyes fell on her. He gave her a warm, brilliantly white smile. "There you are, Madeline." He said, marking her off on the list. "Try and speak up more next time, please. I'd hate to mark you absent by mistake."

Madeline sat a bit stunned; he noticed her! She didn't have to flail her arms around or stand on her chair, he just saw her! She gave a quick nod to acknowledge his question and then he went on with the role. When he finished, he sat the clipboard on his desk and returned his attention to the class.

"Alright", he said "If you're anything like my first two classes, I'm sure you have countless questions to ask me, so I'll make you a deal; let me tell you what I need to tell you about the class and the last twenty minutes of class will be reserved as a Q&A. Deal?"

"Deal." Everyone said at once.

YOUR POV
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"Deal." You class said.

You saw the looks you were getting from some of the girls, looks you knew all too well; they were the looks the girls in your college classes gave the young professors when they had a crush on them.

And the looks you were getting now told you that this would be a very, VERY long year.