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Male!Teacher!ReaderxFem!Student!Canada Chapter 1

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MADDIE'S POV
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"Alright", Mr._______ said "I think that's the class in general. A quick summary; starting Wednesday, we'll begin our chapter on Medieval Europe and progress throughout the year until we reach the year two thousand." He glanced at the clock on the wall "Perfect timing! Alright, as promised, we can have a Q&A for the last twenty minutes of class time."

Hands immediately flew up from just about everyone in the room. Mr. _______ first picked a girl sitting in the second row.

"How old are you?" she asked. After she asked her question, close to half the hands went down.

"You know", Mr._______ said with a chuckle "That was the first question in my first classes too! I am twenty years old. And since I think I know what the next question is; yes, I am fairly young for a teacher." A few other hands went down.

He then called on a boy in the third row. "Did you, like, graduate early or something?"

"Yes I did. I graduated high school when I was twelve years old, and have spent the past eight years studying at (dream college). This is my first teaching job, which I was offered even before I graduated."

He then selected a boy in the front row "Did you always want to be a teacher?"

"Yes and no, actually. Like many of you, I paged through several fantasy jobs myself. I wanted to be a doctor, than I wanted to be an explorer, then I wanted to be a photographer, then I wanted to be an engineer, and I had a bunch of several other far-fetched dreams as well. But, during my junior year in high school, I did finally settle on being a history teacher. So yes, I am where I want to be right now."

He then picked a girl in front of Maddie. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Maddie rolled her eyes as girls began whispering and squealing like morons.

"That…that seems a bit personal… But no, I am not currently married to or dating anyone. But that was the line right there; I'd prefer to avoid questions about my social life, if you don't mind." Quite a few hands went down after that.

Mr._______ then called a boy in the very back. "Have you always lived in (name of your city/town)?"

"No, I actually moved here when I accepted the job. I use to live in a little town about twenty five miles away."

He then picked on a boy in the front corner, closest to the door. "Are you rich?"

"…I'm a teacher."

"…Right…sorry."

He called on a boy who was in the seat three down from Maddie. "How tall are you?"

"Someone has asked that in each class too! I am six feet, five inches tall. And yes, that is taller than average."

He called on a girl in the back "Where do you live?"

"Next question." Most of the class laughed at the remark.

He picked a boy in the very middle of the room. "What sports do you like?"

"I don't get a lot of chances to watch sports actually. I do enjoy swimming myself; it's good exercise. And I do enjoy watching a good game of (favorite sport besides swimming) when I can find one."

Just then the bell rang, signaling the change from third to fourth period.

"Alright, class, I'll see you tomorrow!" Mr._______ dismissed them with a smile.

As everyone was leaving, Maddie overheard the other girls talking about how cute and how hot Mr._______ was. Maddie just rolled her eyes and shook their head at their bubble headed remarks about their history teacher. Yes, she would admit Mr.________ was unbelievably attractive, but he also seemed like the type to have a lot of composure and self respect…to much respect to let himself screw up so badly as to date a student!

So why was a small part of her bugging her about it anyway?

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After fourth period came lunch hour, the best part of the day for Maddie. Provided she could find a safe haven, it was the one time of the day where she actually felt safe from those around her. She moved quickly to her locker to get her back lunch and find somewhere secluded to eat it.

But, as she fiddled with her lock, she was interrupted by her least favorite trio; the Bad Touch Trio. Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio have been harassing her since the eighth grade, always touching her where she least wanted them to (hence their stupid group name). She had no idea why the other girls found them attractive, and she didn't really care. All she knew was that she was in for another year of their groping her private areas.

"Hey, frau~." Gilbert said, trying (and failing) to be seductive. "It's great to see you after the summer."

He reached forwards to touch her. Maddie tried to back away, but was stopped by Francis who placed himself right behind her and had a dark grin on his face. Gilbert reached forwards and began grabbing at her chest while Francis rubbed her inner thigh and Antonio came forward to start squeezing at her rear. For any other girl at school, this would likely be some kind of dream come true. For Maddie, it was her worst nightmare.

"Ahem." Came a voice from behind.

The whole group turned to look at the source. Maddie managed to look over Francis's shoulder to see who it was. Mr._______ stood just a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest and a very dark look on his face. Just then Madeline realized something; when this 6'5 tall man didn't have a twinkle in his bright, lively (eye color) eyes and a warm, pearly white smile on his handsome, well shaped face…he was downright terrifying!

Gilbert, very likely just as scared as she was but trying to hide it with his self proclaimed "awesomeness" scoffed at the young teacher. "Vat's zis zuppozed to be? Zome new zenior punk trying to be a hero?"

It occured to Maddie that Gilbert likely had no idea Mr.______ was a teacher. After all, even she didn't know Mr._______ washer history teacher until he told her. Right now, though, Mr.______ wasn't saying a thing which, if at all possible, made him even more terrifying in this state.

"G-Gilbert, amigo—" Antonio began.

"Chill Toni, I've got zis." Gilbert said, brushing him off.

"But Gilbert—" Antonio persisted.

"I said chill." Gilbert walked right up to Mr._______ until his chest was just a foot from the teacher's. Gilbert, who was at least six inches shorter than Mr._______, looked up at the taller male doing his best to make his crimson red eyes strike fear into Mr._______'s (eye color) ones, but the teacher didn't so much as step back.

"Zo, though guy; you're trying to be ze hero, huh?" Mr._______ still said nothing.

"G-Gilbert!" Antonio said, trying to deter his friend from doing something stupid.

"I said I can take care of zis! You valk big buddy, I'll give you zat, but can you zrow a punch?" Gilbert gave Mr._______ a push, causing the taller man to take a small step back, but otherwise left him unphased.

"A-a-amigo!"

"Toni, I've got it under control! Just vatch; I'll zend zis guy home vith a broken nose!"

Just as Gilbert raised his fist, Antonio shouted "GILBERT, HE'S A TEACHER!"

Gilbert's expression suddenly changed to one of a deer in headlights. With that, Mr._______ reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a teacher's badge which clearly read "Mr._______ _______; Department: Social Studies, Position: World History Teacher" in bold print.

Gilbert's pupils shrank in utter terror, suddenly realizing he was up a river of shit without a paddle.

"Mr. Gilbert Beilschmidt." Mr._______ finally spoke for the first time since he showed up. Maddie was shocked at how he managed to make his charming, silky voice sound so menacing. "That's your name correct?"

"Y-yeah…" Gilbert stuttered, lowering his arm and backing towards his friends for support. "H-how did you know my name?"

"Funny thing really" the teacher said, stepping forwards until he was practically looming over the group. "I was at the front office this morning and I happened to see your file open on the front desk. I must say, in just three short years of high school you've built up quite a track record." Gilbert swallowed loudly and was practically shaking in his shoes.

Mr.______ then directed his eyes to Antonio. "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Unless I'm very much mistaken, I do believe I saw your name on the role for my fourth period class. I've seen your file as well, Mr. Fernandez; it's not much better then Gilbert's." Now it was Antonio's turn to start cowering.

He then glared at Francis, who instantly began quivering and sweating bullets. "As for you…consider yourself lucky; I don't know who you are. Although, judging by the group you choose to surround yourself with and the actions I just witnessed, I think it's safe to assume that you're in the same boat as your companions."

He reached forwards, took Madeline's arm in his large but tender hand, and pulled her away from her tormentors and placed himself in front of her.

"You know, sexual harassment alone is enough grounds for three weeks suspension. And, with track records like yours, you can probably go ahead and make that three months. But disrespecting a teacher, verbally and physically abusing a teacher, threatening a teacher, and worst of all raising your fist to a teacher...well, it's enough for expulsion at the least! Actually from what I witnessed here, the three of you are prime candidates for the 'alternative school'." The Bad Touch Trio seemed to be shrinking where they stood, they looked so powerless under Mr._______'s gaze.

"Now then", he continued "One of two things will happen here; either I will drag the three of you to the principle by the collars of your shirts and we can see what he has to say about this. OR I'll give you five seconds to get out of my sight. And if I catch the three of you tormenting any of my students again, I will not show mercy. You have five seconds to scram. Five…four…three…two…"

Before he even said "…Four", the trio was bolting down the hall, tails between their legs and already a tiny speck in the distance.

Maddie stood there a moment, arms still shielding her chest, defending it from invisible assailants. She watched the trio vanish from sight and finally let herself breath. A large hand fell on her shoulder. She looked up and saw that Mr._______ had his twinkling eyes back on his face, which was suddenly inviting and sweet again. He gave her a small, sad smile.

"Madeline, would you mind having lunch in my classroom?"
I have a somewhat general idea of what I'm doing. =d
Enjoy

Madeline Williams= Fem!Canada

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