This fanfic is just a tester to see if people like the story. If people do, then I will continue writing, if not then I'll just leave this as a one shot or something.

Jasmine 's POV

The sun shines through my windows and brightens my eyes. I get up for my first day of my job. Today was the start of the rest of my life! I quickly take a soothing shower, and lay out the clothes I picked out last night. I dress into my plain bright red dress, light tan cardigan,black tights, and brown short cut strap boots. I curl the ends of my hair, and grab my brown leather bag, and car keys and headed out.

I get into my car, and drive to my destination of choice, a high school. I see students walk into the gates of the school. I see a big sign, reading 'DITKA High school'. I pull my car into the staff parking, and parked my car. I walk up into the front office. I see a lady in her mid-40's on the phone typing things into her computer. I walk up to her counter, and pat the table gently.

"Umm...I'm the new Chemistry teacher here." I spoke nicely, as I accompanied it with a smile. She looked to me, and she pointed to the phone. "I'll wait for there." I pointed to the benches leaning against the wall. I walk and sat twiddling my thumbs. The lady puts down her phone.

"Jasmine Kang." she calls, and I jump to my feet. I respond with a yes, "Mr. Wilkins will meet with you in his office. Walk down here, and take a left." I followed her directions and I see a man in his late 40's also as he gets to his feet.

"You must be Ms. Kang, correctly?" he walks around his desk, and shakes me hand.

"Correct, sir!" I beam with excitement.

"Pleasure to meet you!, Please sit!' he motions to the chair, and I sit. "It is an honor to receive graduate from Columbia and a teacher attend DITKA High. Also, I understand you graduated a year early when you were a junior?

"Yes, I had studied hard, and finished my credits early and I received a scholarship at Columbia. I majored in education and minored in chemistry and biology . I graduated just a year ago at 22 " I exclaimed and wore a smile.

"Well, congratulations. The school day is about begin I will give you your school room key, and your class list of students. And guide you to your room." He hands me a two inch stack of papers, and the key to my room. I grab my things, and hold the stack of papers closely. We walked out of his office and into the hallways.

There were teenagers looking at me, I was confused why? We went the building across from the main building. We walk into a hallway with wooden doors on both left and right of the walls. We pass several wooden doors until Wilkins stops at room 273. I grip my key tightly, and insert it into the keyhole. I twist it, and turn the doorknob and swung it open. A shot of excitement ran through me like a bullet. There were twelve black tables in the room with side black counter to do experiment labs. I notice a gray desk in the front of the classroom in the corner. I walk towards it and set down my things. I pull out the chair, and plopped myself in it. I wear a goofy grin upon my face, and thought to myself. Today is the day, my life begins!

Mr. Wilkins walks over to me. "I see that you like it!" he adds, "Well, I'll get on outta here so you can begin! You have a great first day Ms. Kang!" He begins to walk out the door until he steps back in. "Oh, Ms. Kang I forgot to mention. You'll be doing discipline duty for fall semester."

"What's that?" I question,

"Well, you stay after school for an hour or two to babysit the kids who receive a detention or a referral as we call it. If that's, fine with you." he explains,

"Nah, it's fine! I'm happy to do anything!" I beam, and he nods his head in thankfulness and leaves. I exhale slowly, and organize my things into the drawers of my desk. I notice a slight dryness to my throat. I see the clock at the other end of the classroom to see it was 7:45, I had fifteen minutes until official class starts and I feel the urge to get a bottle of water. I close my draws and push in my chair. I leave my classroom to look around for a vending machine. I see a girl walk by and I tap on her shoulder. She had curly brown hair, and dark glasses. She was holding a book titled, 'How to Maintain Your Lizard Tail Collection," Which I found quite absurd.

"Hi, do you know where the vending machines are?" I ask, her face scrunches a little.

"I believe you go straight here turn left and you see a little open area room where there are

vending machines." she points down the hall.

"Thank you!" I thank her. I walk to where I directed her, and I found the vending machine. I insert a dollar, and down drops a bottle of water. I twist the top and drink from it. The cool icy water chills my throat. I turn around suddenly and are greeted by strong arms. I look upwards and I see a handsome guy. He was tall and had broad shoulders, his dark brown hair was combed back and had dark ocean blue eyes and peach skin, I was mesmerized! He wore a navy blue sweater over a white checker button up.

"Whoa, there!" he says as he lets me go of his grasps. I lift the water bottle of my lips, and twist the cap back on. "Better watch where you're going you might fall in a way that shouldn't happen." He spoke as he motions his eyes to my water bottle.

"Oh, right!" I laugh slightly as I go along with him.

"I'm Garrett Spenger, but people call me Mr. S or just Garrett." He holds a hand out to shake. My eyes indulge in surprise.

"Mr. Spenger? Are you a teacher?" I question,

"I am! People are surprised because I "apparently" look young." he quotes with his fingers.

"That funny, I'm a teacher also! Just transferred today! I'm Jasmine Kang by the way!" I smile,

"Well, welcome to the first day. Glad to be working along side you." he smiles and holds his right hand and I shake . He looks at me with his blue eyes then the bell rings. Alarming the students that it was time to get to class. His eyes move from mine, and he laughs. "Well, I'll see you around." He begins to walk away.

"I'm in room 273 if you need me!" I call out to him, and he turns his head slights to smiles and nods his head and continues on. I wear a big grin, and I think to myself what a great start to my day.

I made my way to my classroom to see students slowly begin to file in the classroom. I see the girl with the lizard book earlier, burying herself in the book. I watch the clock tick. Tick tock tick tock. Soon the bell rang, and everyone was seated. I get a good view of my first class of the day.

I walk over to my whiteboard and grab a marker and wrote in capital letters.

Ms. Kang

I turn around to face the class.

"Welcome to Chemistry. I'm your teacher for the rest of the year, you can call me Ms. Kang or just Ms. C. since it is the f-" I stop myself as I see a hand go up in the air. "Question?" I look towards the direction of the hand. I see a girl with fair skin and straight blonde hair.

"How old are you?" she asks, as she puts her hand down.

"I'm 23. So, I guess I'm still young for a teacher. But please view me as a typical teacher." I answer calmly.

"But your a cute teacher!" A hear a voice of a boy in the back.

"Well, that's flattering but I'd like to keep this on a professional level." I add, "Anyways, since it is the first day, I'd like to do a game of basketball pictionary. So divide into two teams and I have readied some cards." The class dispersed into two divided team, and I pull a desk to the front of the class and set the deck of cards containing words. "Alright, ready, set, go!" I announce and the game begins. I watch teams lose, than win. Suddenly, the door to the room swung open. In walks in a boy, tall and muscular. He wore a dark black beanie over his dark blonde hair, and a plain light brown shirt, and a dark navy denim jacket. Equipped with dark black jeans. His eyes looked up and looked around.

"Where's the stupid teacher?" he walks up to a student, that student points to me, and he walks towards the direction. "You're the teacher?" he laughs a little, raising his eyebrows. He looks me up and down, and smirks.

"Yes, why?" I snicker at his disrespect.

"I'm late, here's my pass." he smirks, and hands me the pass, and takes a seat watching the other students play the game. I look at the note, to see written under name is 'Logan Watson'. I look up from the note to see Logan glancing back and forth from the game and to me. I see the girl with straight hair walk up to Logan. They talk for a little bit, but I notice something. They resembles some similar qualities of each other. I go over to my booklet of the class, and scan for 'Watson' I see Logan, and a Lindy side by side. Logan and Lindy are both twins. I watch him closely as they seem to be arguing.

Later, the bell finally rings and all the students file out of the classroom. The morning goes by smoothly as half of the weight is lifted off my chest. Lunch comes as I pull out my lunch of a six inch sub from Subway when a knock at the door. I look up to see Garrett, I smile.

"Hey, wanna go grab something at the cafeteria like a cinnamon roll or something?" He asks,

"Uhh, sure!" I beam as I set aside my lunch. I lock my classroom behind me.

"So, how was it?" He questions,

"It felt surprisingly good!" I confess, as I twirl my keys in my left hand.

"I heard you have that Watson kid in your class?" Garrett adds,

"Which one?"

"Erm...Logan. I hope he didn't cause you any trouble?" He says,

"Not at all, just arrived late that's it." I shrug,

"Well, I guess that's goods. I had him in my class last year, and this year. Poor kid, dealing with his parents divorce. That's tough." He sympathizes,

"I hope both he and I can be on good terms. He did greet me earlier quite rudely." I confess, we arrive at the cafeteria and we bought a cinnamon roll, and walk back. When Mr. Wilkins stops us in our tracks.

"Ms. Curda, I know that this is sudden, but our teacher who holds detention retired last year. And no one wants to grab it. Would you mind holding detention in your classroom for the rest of the year?" He fixes his hands together hoping for an answer from me.

"Erm...I don't know...it's still my first time as a teacher though..." I hesitate, I purse my lips. I don't mind staying after school. It would give me time to grade future assignments and such.

"Please, if you're willing to do this I'll ensure you a 500 dollars worth of lab equipment for this semester." He bribes, I turn to Garrett and he shakes his head a no. "Please."

"Make it three thousands and I'll do it." I sigh and his face brightens.

"Hooray! I'll send you the check soon." He smiles and giddys away.

"You sure, you're up for 2 hours of sitting in a room with students doing nothing?" Garrett turns to me.

"How hard could it be?" I shrug, as we begin to walk. We walk out to the hallway when Garrett stops.

"That reminds me I need to go get something from my teachers box. I catch up to you later." He recalls and scurries away.

I walk out of the main building, making my way to the next building when I notice somebody walking behind the building. It surely was a student, as he staggered and disappeared as he went behind the building. I follow intently, as I turn to corner to see the boy sitting on the steps of the back entrance smoking what looks to be a cigarette . I clear my throat and the person turns around and I recognize the face. It was Logan Watson. He got up from the steps and smirked, as he stepped down to face me.

"You should know that smoking on school grounds is extremely prohibited." I scold with a stern voice. He steps closer to me, pulls the cigarette in his mouth. He inhales slowly, and blows it in my face. The terrible tobacco odor invades my nostrils as I swat away the smoke. Once the smoke was gone I look at him wearing a wicked grin at the corner of his lips.

"Ohh, I don't really give a shit." He spat sarcastically, "Although, I did like that teacher voice of your's turns me on."

"Stop with this rude behavior." I say, and grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, and rushed it with my heels. I grab his wrist as I haul him,

"Where you taking me sweet cheeks?" He grins as I held his wrist. I make my way around the the building towards the main building.

"To Mr. Wilkins." I spoke, then he yanked his hands away from mine.

"Like hell I'm coming with you." He rejects, then I hear a voice. I turn to the sound to see Garrett making his way to me.

"Hey, I caught up to you!" He pants, then notices me holding Logan's hand. "What's going on here?"

"I caught Mr. Watson here smoking a cigarette." I confessed, as I pushed him towards Garrett. "Could you take him to Mr. Wilkins for me?"

"Sure thing." Mr. Spenger says as he guides the delinquent to Mr. Wilkins office.

Meanwhile, the the clock ticks and the school bell rings, marking it the end of the school day. I exhale as I watch my last class file out of the room. I lean back on my chair as I fix paperwork on my desk. When a suddenly my door swings open, walks in Logan Watson. His backpack was slung behind him, and a paper slip was in between his lips. His lips curve into a sly smirk. I gawk in disgust. He walks over to my desk, leans over the desk to offer me the note. I reach for it, but he pulls back.

"Nu uh nuh." He muffles, "With your mouth."

"I'm not a dog following commands." I spat, as I get up from my seat to yank the paper from his mouth. But he pulls my arm towards him and my body shifts. My knee was on top of my wooden desk, and our faces closer to each other's. His eyes meet mine, and I look into his eyes with disgust. He fixes his position and inches toward me. I raise my other hand, and slap his hand from mine, and I return to my teacher seat. He looks at me, and laughs and goes to a random seat and sits in it.

"Detention suddenly became fun." he giggles as a smile occurs on his face, dimples form on his cheeks. I shoot him an angry stare and return to my work. I hear a knock at my door, and I turn to see Garrett. He opens the door ajar so only his head peeked into the space.

"I'm heading out, I also wanted to ask you someth..." his eyes drift to Logan sitting at one of my tables.

"Ask me what?" I interrupt, and his eyes go back to mine.

"Uhh.. ask you if you like chocolate chip cookies! I'm thinking about bring some tomorrow for the staff..." he spoke nervously, which I found cute. Garrett looks cute when he's nervous.

"Chocolate chip is fine with me." I smile, and he smiles back and leaves. I turn to my computer and open up the school's website.

"Oh babe, you can find someone much better." I hear Logan's voice, and I turn to him with an irritated expression put on my face.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you obviously having a thing for Mr. Spenger." he points , "that will never work since he has a wife."

"Mr. Watson, this is a place of work. Relationships are strictly forbidden among teachers." I state,

"Does mean you and I have a shot?" He grins, I grab the small cardboard box and walk towards.

"I'd rather die before that happens." I hold out the cardboard box to him, "Cellphone." he smirks and drops his phone in the box. I make my way back to my desk. I open up folders to go over my lesson plan for the first unit.

"You don't like me do you?" he intrudes, my eyes wander on him.

"Is it obvious?" I question sarcastically, i roll my eyes and continue flipping through my folders.

"I'm just saying. No one really understands me. Everyone always pictures me as the drug addict stoned troubled kid here." he adds, I glance at the clock just five more minutes with this idiot and I can go home.

"Well considering you were caught smoking a cigarette, I think the title suits you." I quote,

"You know I wasn't always like this before. But, you wouldn't know because you're little miss perfect, miss scholar!" he mimicks, he kicks his feet up on top of his desk. "No one gives two shits about the troubled kid." I continue to ignore his comments, "At least I'm not a loner virgin." my eyes widen as I look up at him.

"I am not!" I object,

"So it is true!" he beams, I grit my teeth. "I could tell, scholar, early graduate, and dresses like a forty year old lady." he points out.

"Logan, I won't tolerate this type of harassment." I bellow, as I close my folders.

"Then shut me up then." he replies, with a smile. The clock finally strikes four as I gather my things into my bag. Logan gets up from his desks makes his way to my desk. "Well it's been fun little date Jasmine," I shoot him a glare, "I mean, Ms. Kang. I should get detention more often." he laughs as he winks at me and leaves the room. One day down, 179 days left to go with that devil.