"Bella, get up or you're going to be late!"

I heard my dad calling me, and got up. First day of senior year, great. I got ready and left. I met Angela and my boyfriend Mitch and we went inside. Mitch smiled at me, kissing my cheek. His shaggy brown hair fell into his eyes, and he shook his head.

"You need a haircut, Mitch."

He laughed, looking at me. Angela just stood watching us.

"Yeah, yeah."

I shook my head, laughing as I got my books. I had to take chemistry this year, a subject I absolutely hated. I had it last, so I went to class with Angela, leaving Mitch.

"So, how are things with Mitch?"

I shrugged. He was basically a nice guy, but he could be kind of possessive. Something which annoyed me, if he even saw me talking to another guy, he freaked out. We've been together for about 3 months, and I was hoping it would pass.

"OK, it would be better if he didn't lose it every-time I spoke to someone who isn't you or him."

We sat down next to each other in English, and the teacher walked in.

There was a rumour of a new chemistry teacher, Ms.Brandon, and everyone was talking about her at lunch. I ignored Eric and Mike, I wouldn't get much out of them about her, that was actually relevant to her ability to teach. Eric was Angela's boyfriend, so he was lucky she didn't slap him.

"Eric, if I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut."

He looked at me, a slightly confused expression on his face.

"But, she......."

I looked at Angela, and he turned to look at her. She looked at him, shaking her head. He immediately shut up, and she smiled. This guy was a bit of an idiot, but he was Angela's idiot.

"You're an idiot."

Eric looked at me, he knew I was kidding, but pretended to be offended. But, it was Angela who spoke.

"Hey, thats my idiot you're talking to."

She smiled at me, and kissed his cheek.

I walked into my last class and sat down, trying to figure out why I had to take this class. Angela and Mitch weren't in this class with me, so I had no one to distract me. The door opened and she walked in. She had short dark hair, and she brushed a lock of it behind her ear after she put down the stack of papers she was holding. She looked to be around 5'1, but the heels she was wearing made her look taller.

"OK. I understand most of you don't want to take this class, but you're here. If you're want to work, great. If not, thats fine. Don't disrupt the people who actually want to learn."

Now, that surprised me. Most teachers lose it, if you don't pay attention. She started the class, and someone started causing trouble. She was a new teacher, so I was interested in how she would handle this. Kevin made some .......... inappropriate comments and she threw him out. This surprised everyone, but I was glad that she had handle it. She gave us work to do, told us to start, and to come up to her desk if we had a problem. I started the work, using the notes she had given us.

I had an issue with one of the problems, and went up to her desk.She turned to me, smiling.

"Is everything OK?"

I pointed to the problem, that I was struggling with.

"I'm not sure about this one."

She took my pen, and wrote something down.

"All you need is this formula. This." She pointed at the problem. "Goes here, and the rest is pretty simple. OK...."

I could see she was having trouble with my name.

"Bella, and I think I get it now."

She nodded, and I went back to my desk. I finished the work, and she let us talk for the last few minutes of class. I watched her as she spoke with the other students, she seemed nice. Most of the class seemed to like her. The guys, of course, thought she was cute. I smiled, as I watched her laugh at something someone said. She was pretty.......... Wait, did I just say my teacher was pretty? No, I'm straight and have a boyfriend. Sure, Mitch can be a bit of an idiot, but he's basically a good guy. I shook my head, as the bell rang. I grabbed my stuff and left, going straight home.

I needed to clear my head. I like Mitch, not my chemistry teacher. I closed the door, thankful my dad wasn't home. I didn't have much work to do, and finished it while trying to clear my head. I'm straight, and have a boyfriend. Sure, he can be a little possessive, but he's generally a good guy. Then, why did I think she was cute?

This was giving me a migraine, so I closed my books and started to make something for my dad. He walked in, just as I'd finished.

"Hey, how was school?"

I shrugged, looking at him.

"OK, I've got some work to do, so I'm gonna do that and go to bed. I'm kinda tired."

He shrugged, and ate his dinner.

"OK then."

This wasn't unusual , when I wasn't feeling well. So, I went upstairs and lay on my bed. I kept thinking about that class, about how she laughed when she was talking with the students. My phone beeped with a message, and I grabbed it. It was from Angela.

'How was chemistry?'

I shook my head, I didn't want to say anything when I was so confused.

'Interesting. She told us, that she didn't care if we pay attention as long as we were quiet. Kevin said something and she threw him out.'

Angela answered me straight away.

'Really? Well, thats good. What's she like?'

I smiled, as I read that. She was only asking because of how Eric acted at lunch.

'She's nice, everyone seems to like her.'

Her reply made me laugh.

'Do I need to spell it out for you? What. Is. She. Like ?'

I just stared at the message, thinking about how I should answer that. I mean, I'm confused how can I tell her that I think I like my chemistry teacher? Oh, and my teacher happens to be a woman. Yeah, that's a conversation I don't want to have.

'She's nice, Angela. The guys were practically drooling, but she ignored them.'

That seemed enough for her.

'Good, I was expecting more trouble. I mean, she's just out of college.'

She had a point.

'So was I.'

The next day during English, I was sitting with Angela, talking to her. The teacher was an idiot and didn't notice.

"I got the feeling you actually liked chemistry yesterday."

I shrugged.

"Trust me, I don't."

Angela just smiled at me, the bell rang and I went to my next class, history. Mitch was in this class, and sat next to me.

"Hey, can I come over after school?"

He knew my dad was working late, and wouldn't disturb us. He smiled, waiting for me to answer. I smiled, looking at him.

"Sure."

Mitch sat next to me at lunch, kissing my cheek.

"How was it yesterday?"

I turned to look at Eric, seeing Angela glare at him. Good God, this guy was an idiot.

"Well, I still hate chemistry."

When he realised I wasn't going to say anything else, he stopped bothering me. I didn't want to talk about it really.

Class was ......... Interesting, to say the least.

I walked in, and the only free seat was in the front. I sat down and took out my stuff. She walked in, and started giving us notes and gave us work to do. I started, and noticed she was checking everyone understood. When she reached my desk, she read over my shoulder before pointing to the problem I was working on.

"Be careful here, I can see where you're getting confused."

She picked up a pen, and showed me where I was going wrong. (Well, I never said I was good at this, did I?) She explained the question, and where I was going wrong. I looked at her as she explained, and she turned to me.

"Does that make sense now?"

I nodded, seeing what she'd written. I hadn't even realised she had spoken.

"Yeah, it does."

I finished my work and left trying to work out why I couldn't act, well, normal around her.

Mitch knocked on the door, a few minutes after I got home. I opened it, and he pulled me into a hug.

"Hey, how was class?"

We walked up to my room, where I had started my homework. I didn't have much, but wanted to finish it.

"Fine, I gotta go."

We ended up having an argument. Mitch wanted to fool around, but I didn't want my dad to catch us. He didn't like Mitch, and I didn't want to make things worse. Mitch left, and I lay on my bed thinking.

The next day, we had a free class for chemistry. I sat there trying to work out why I was feeling this way. How could one teacher have this big of an effect on me?

OK, I admit it, I think she's pretty. But that doesn't mean anything........... Right?

"Bella!"

I looked at Angela, I must had zoned out during lunch.

"Sorry, what?'

Angela shook her head.

"Nothing. What were you thinking about?"

I shrugged, shaking my head.

"Nothing."

The following day was saturday, and I had nothing to do, so I decided to stay in.

The more I thought about it, the more I realised: I had a crush on Ms. Brandon.............