Andy's POV

Jake, Jinxx and I all sat in our little group at the back of the class. Jinxx and Jake were in a duscusion over some random shit I wasn't exactly paying much attetion to.
"I'm telling you Jinxx. One day theres gonna be a dogcoon!" Jake said.
"Theres no way a dog and a raccoon could make a baby. Its just unreal." Jinxx scoffed.
"They made the Liger didn't they?" Jake protested.
"Jeremy! Jacob! Hush it or its detention!" Mr. Purdy, our teacher said.
"Andy wouldn't mind getting detention with you, Mr. Purdy" Jinxx said, laughing.
I punched him in the arm, blushing.
I had a thing for my band teacher. So? If girls could do it why not me?
"Innoproprate." he glared at Jinxx "15 minuets, after school."
"Aww but Mr. Purd-" Jake began
"You want to join him Jake?" he demanded.
Jake stopped talking and re-positioned his guitar.
"My apologies Mr. Biersack, you can quit blushing now." he said before turning back to the other students.
He was just so sexy...even if he was a head or two shorter then me he was still my favorite teacher.
20 minuets later the bell rang. I sat my guitar back on the shelf and headed for the door, but Mr. Purdy stopped me.
"Y-yes sir?" I asked shyly.
"Andy I'd like to ask you something" he said, leaning against the doorframe "how'd you like helping me out with a few things after school? You walk home, right?"
"Right. Yessir uh...sure!" I said, my mind racing.
"Great" he smiled up at me, my cheeks growing hotter then ever. I played with the pocket of my jeans "Today?"
"Sure. You can see what detention is like incase you ever decide to cross me like Jinxx did."
Woah. He knew Jinxx's nickname?
"Don't look so surprised. I've heard you guys talk alot."
"True." I turned to the door just as the other class began to come in "I better go, I'll be late for History."
"Run along"

After school.

I skipped to Mr. Purdy's room, slowing to a walk as I approched the door and knocked.
"Come in" came his sexy voice.
I eased open the door. Three people sat in the quiet music room. Mr. Purdy, writing on the board with a black dry erase marker, Jinxx, seated at his usal spot and some other kid who I knew as a popular.
"Ew another emo?" the popular asked, his voice sounded really, really annoying.
"Quiet Justin." Mr. Purdy snarled "You have 2 minuets left. Jeremy, 5."
The popular, Justin, shrugged and ajusted his headphones, writing on a sheet of paper.
I crossed the room and sat at Mr. Purdy's desk, spinning in the chair and whooping as I did so.
"Andy you retard" Jinxx laughed.
We all stood/sat in silence, the only noise being Mr. Purdy's marker and the soft rap beat coming from Justin's headphones.
"Bieber, you're exused." Mr. Purdy said, capping the marker.
"ugh FINALLY" The popular said, slinging his bag over his sholders and striding out the door.
"One last thing Justin. Next time don't try french kissing the ladies next to you. No matter how hot they think you are" He said. Justin rolled his eyes and exited the room.
"It looks like a squirrel curled up on his head and hibernated there" Jinxx muttered. I giggled.
I looked over Mr. Purdy's desk. No pictures of family exept for a couple of dogs, music note sheets cluttered all over and a Misfits poster was taped to the side of his desk.
"Jinxx, excused" he said after a couple of moments "next time don't use me to embarasse your friends."
"Allright." Jinxx muttered, getting up "Ands I'll be at the mall with Jake later if you wanna come along" he said as he walked out the door.
"You guys don't seem the type to go to malls" Mr. Purdy said, tuning a guitar.
"We mostly go to Hot Topic and Spencers. Not much." I said, shrugging.
"You don't go to the back of spencers, do you?" He asked, grinning.
"Where else do you find these?!" I opened my bag, pulling out a not-so-approperate-shaped lolipop.
"How the hell did you get that past the SIL?" he asked, amazed.
"I got my ways." I said, a smile creeping across my face.
He looked at me questingly, then shook his head. Turning the tuners and strumming the strings again.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
"You can sort out the Habakuk sheets from the Flight Of the Bumblebee sheets." he said, tuning another guitar.
"How do you mix those up?!" I asked, walking over to the note shelf.
"regular class and advanced class share the same shelf. Sorry." He replied.
I looked at the Flight of the Bumblebee notes, wondering how anyone could play that.
"Can you play this?" I asked.
"Duh. How do you think I can teach it?" he grinned, positioning the guitar on his lap.
I just relized he was the only teacher in the building who could pull off skinnyjeans and a button up shirt pretty nicely.
He began to play the high-pitched notes, his fingers walking along the fret board amazingly fast as the music filled the room. HIs eyebrows furrowed themselfs as he memorized the notes, brown eyes following each finger.
"Thats amazing Mr. Purdy!" I said after he finished.
"Oh please, you can call me Ashley." he said, putting away the guitar "and thanks."
"I bet that fingering gets you alot of ladies?" I said. As soon as I said it I regretted it, I covered my mouth and turned red.
Mr. Purdy--Ashley--giggled. "Well..." he looked at his hands "I don't exactly...hang out...with women long enough to do that."
TO BE CONTINUED....