Ambrosia chapter 1
Hi peeps...This is my first Adommy story, which I wrote about a year back, but never uploaded. I wasn’t that good a writer then, so bear with me... Sometimes it feels like the words are rushed, and too giddy...sheez...
I was kinda uncomfy, and felt strange writing an MxM story for the first time, so I put in another couple, but don’t worry, its a forbidden relation too!! Hehehe, yeah, I’m obsessed, whatever...
Enjoy, and please comment...
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Ambrosia
Chapter 1~Milee’s POV
Ugh. Crap...Shit!! I am like, soooo doomed... I ran. Fast. This is so not it. Damn, I am late. I peeped in my class from the back door. I didn’t see her, but judging the silence of my class, I understood that the teacher must be in. I smacked my head loudly, (and that hurt) and headed towards the front door. But it was Ms. Merrin’s class after all...and she sorta favours me... (what? I am good in English, don't give me looks,) so, she wont be that angry with me, and class began just a few minutes ago. Well, this is what happens when you sleep late because you were reading fics about one of your favourite singers all night long...*evil grin*. Still, I was late, and this always made me panic...And I am sooo sleepy, I hope I don't fall asleep at the door or something.
I reached the door. “Excuse me ma’am, may I-”
Woah! A raven haired guy, hmmm, in mid-late twenties I guess, was leaning against the teacher’s desk. And with the determined pose he held, he really didn’t look like a random guy...He looked up to me, and then Rose, my best friend, and bench mate. I am positive I saw her nod. He looked at me, and wait, was that an amused look?
“Miss Fawn, you’re late?” He actually stated it as a fact. But man! His voice...so musical...So amazing...and familiar... Now, where did I hear him before? Little husky, and amazingly soft.
Then I remembered that he asked me something, and I had to speak. “Yes, I...sir?” I questioned the last word, my face scrunching up, shrugging at Rose, who nodded. I looked back at a set of beautiful ocean blue eyes, behind a pair of specs.
Where have I seen him before?
“I got my late pass...s-sir?” I stammered, especially at the last word. He raised his eyebrows, at the word “sir” (or maybe the way I pronounced it), with that amused look still plastered on his face and with the words “You may get in, Miss Fawn”, he smiled. I hurried in, and plopped on to my seat, beside Ro. Unluckily, this year, we were having seat rotations, and I don't know why, but it had to be today that our seat was on the first bench of the third row...Basically, the bench almost adjoined to the teacher’s desk. Crap. Can someone just kill me? Wait, was it just me, or he looked like really, really, familiar, to him?
Who is this guy?? I mouthed to Ro.
That's when I felt a presence in front of me. I looked up, and swallowed.
As if he read my mind, (or lips, actually,) he chuckled. “As I was saying yeterday, Miss Fawn-” he looked at me, “ I am Aiden. First name enough, don’t like formal last names and all.You guys can call me Sir, or whatever...” He eyed me at the word sir.
What? I looked at him with an expression, “squirrels in pants?” I turned to Rose with a confused look. She pointed to the door...Oh, riiiight, it hit me.. I just called him ma’am when I came in, right? I blushed...
“Uhhhh!” I said out loud. And looked to see Mr. Aiden still with that amused look. And he was standing so close... His perfume, his warmth...I blushed red. Maybe because I was in love with a super-glam star and this guy totally looked like him.
~3rd period~
[author’s note~Okay, guys, I am from India and I study Hindi, so I thought why not keep hindi as one of the subjects? Oh, and about the new hindi teacher, yeah, don’t ask me how does he know Hindi, but he just does okay? Lolz, enjoy]
It was Hindi now, and I was already late (again?), all due to the blabbermouth who calls herself my best friend (cough cough, Rose, cough cough). Honestly, today isn’t one of my best days.
So, I was running the marathon again, when some one called me from behind.
“Gina!” I smiled at the fair skinned girl with one long braid.
“Miles, why were you absent yesterday?” She was in Hindi as well.
“Wasnt feeling good...” I smiled again, she wasn’t one of my close friends, still the way she cared for me, is adorable. Oh, and did I mention that she is one of the gossip queens in class? You wanna know that latest gossip? Go to Gina of course!
“You okay now?”
“Yeah, I guess...” We started walking towards our class.
“You know what happened yesterday? Oh girrrl! You so missed the hottest gossip. You know Mr. Aiden?” She had the glitter in her eyes, you know, what girls have when they get the juiciest talk?
I nodded. “That new teacher, yeah, what about him?” I was blushing again, remembering the way I totally embarrassed myself in the morning.
“Ohmygeezers, you had to see the way half of the girls were squealing over him. Isnt he cute?”
“Uh huh...” He has to be cute, oh, c’mon, he looked like HIM. “Wait, G, you said half the girls... The other half?”
“My! You should become a detective or something you know?” She laughed. “But yeah, you’re right. The other half was squealing over the other one.”
“Other one?”
“Yeah, My My! You were absent yesterday, so you wouldn’t know. We got another newbie.”
“A teacher?” She nodded.
“Another cute one?”
“Super.”
“Wow..”
Lolz, don’t take me wrong, but it has been more than ten years that we’ve been studying with the same faces in our class. Its a small town, and believe me, we’ve almost chatted about almost all the cute guys we see... And it has, like, become a tradition between me and Gina to “report” to each other about any new ones we see. Not like we’re actually gonna date our teachers, because, duh, that would be like so “illegal” and shit, so ftw, we can talk about them, right? C’mon, we’re girls after all. Gossip is as important as food.
“Okay, here comes the best part”, she said when we reached our class. I gave her another of my “squirrels in pants” look. This was our plain old Hindi class, the only “best” part here could be that Mrs Smith was preggers again and we get a leave? Nah, flat chance... I was so lost in my musings, that I didn’t notice Gina enter the class. As usual, I got to the door, expecting to see the kind face of Mrs Smith, smiling from her book.
“May I come in Ma’am-I ?” Oh no! Not again!
A blonde hair guy was sitting in Mrs Smith’s place. He looked at me with a comfortable smile, and raised his eyebrows.
“Ma-am?” He directed the question at me in a deep, cool voice.
“I meant sir, ma’am- sir? I mean, ma’am. Uh, preg-!” I clasped my hand over mouth before I said something that embarrassed me further. Preg? Oh damn, I had this habit of blabbering shit when I got nervous. But Preg? Why Preg? Oh, yeah, I was thinking of Mrs. Smith getting preggers again. But. Preg!
“Get in, get in, Miss.” He smiled kindly.
Too kind?...Wait, I have seen this cuteness before. Wait, this must be that illusion I usually see before I get smacked. (You know when the villains smile, before killing the heroes?) But one thing was for sure, this guy was as kissable as a teddy bear, or a cat. As Mr. Aiden was as kissable as a rockstar poster, (like his poster, if you get whom I’m talking about, the poster I like to kiss whole day...). But, still, none were as kissable as my crush-
“Miss...?” Mr Teddy bear called out to me. I simple showed all my pearly whites, and rushed to my place. Then I smacked my head hard and loud. I looked up, and as expected, to my horror, he was looking at me. I smiled innocently again.
He stood up with an amused look. I was already habituated with getting amused looks. (Credits: Mr. Aiden of course).
After we all settled in, the ivory skinned teacher cleared his throat. If it were Mrs. Smith, we all would have continued blabbering until she warned to sue us. But since it was someone new, we all shut up all if someone would pull the trigger if we didn’t.
Wait, was it just me, or he looked nervous? Aw! He even had a blush on his face! And he had this look as if we all would pounce on him like a pack of wild dogs on a cat. He swallowed, as if gulping down his nervousness.
“Okay guys. Lets see, I am Mr. Hetfield. Uh- your new hindi teacher, and ugh-“ he paused, as if thinking what to say next. Clearly he wasn’t as confident as my new English teacher. “So, um, call me Tom- I mean, Mr Hetfiled?”
Well, I can bet anything that he made a face when he called himself Mr. Hetfield...Why?
I suddenly understood why that name felt familiar.
“Hetfield, as in that guy from Metallica, sir?” I asked.
“Yeah...Yeah!” He had an excited look on his face. Like Metallica?
Hmm, this much similarity is too much.
~Later that day~
“Geez, I don’t believe this, Ro!” I (almost) screamed at Rose, as we walked into our last class for the day. “I was like, absent just for ONE day, and we got TWO new teachers?” (Which I hadn’t discovered until I called them “ma’am”? But I didn’t mention that to Ro.)
There was something about them, I thought, settling in my desk. That familiarity. That mystery. They looked like them! But it wasn’t possible, that’s obvious. But those eyes, the ocean blue and chocolate brown. The musical voice and the slender frame. The midnight black and the golden blonde hair. How could it not be them?
I was still thinking about this something, (okay, not “some”...) when the whole class rustled. Uhm, the teacher. My cheeks were turning pink, it was him. Dylan Hart. Okay, don’t sue, kill me, but currently, he’s my biology teacher. But, I got this teenie-tiny crush on him ever since I saw him. Gawsh, he’s too hot for words. But, not like we are ever gonna date, and neither am I telling it to him, so I am gonna leave it as a puppy crush. But, I can have fantasies, right? Hey, I am girl, I have full rights!
This is where I introduce myself. Hey all. This is Milee Fawn. But you can call me My. It makes me feel owned. Sorry, I couldn’t introduce myself before, you see,
I was busy with my “teachers” you know.
So, I was talking about Mr. Hart, right? Yeah, so, I-um really love his smile and hypnotizing eyes. They are black, but a strange tint makes them look violet. I want him to cradle me, in his warm embrace. Kiss me with those beautiful lips. I want him to smile for me. Bea-u-ti-ful!
I flashed back to the real world. Everyone was standing up to greet the teacher. To greet him. I felt a nudge at my skirt. It was stuck in those lab stools(I love those stools, those high ones? ). I tugged hard. And DAYUM! The stool crashed down and made the loudest noise you can hear in a bio lab (except when Rose shrieks at the sight of frogs). This made the whole class, including him, turn towards me.
“Oopsie...” For maybe the seventeenth time in one day, I grinned innocently, showing all my pearly whites.