My Teacher Mr. Ackerman (Reader x Levi)

=͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chapter 2 "Mr. Ackerman"

Violet and I parted ways soon after we entered the building, realizing that our respective first period classes were on the complete opposite ends of each other. 

I forwarded the selfie of Violet and I to my mother, and she replied "Too cute! Have a great first day my love!"

I checked the time on my phone: 8:17am. I had 13 minutes to get to my first class since school officially started at 8:30. I had already eaten a muffin for breakfast, so it would be pointless to wait 13 minutes in the cafeteria. Whatever, I would be extra early to my first class on the first day of senior year. 

The hallways were pretty crowded, which was normal for the first day. Kids putting away their new books in their lockers, decorating the outside, meeting up with old friends they haven't seen since the summer; all typical first day activities. While walking down the main hallway, I heard someone call my name. 

"Y/N!" I heard a familiar voice call. I turned around. My face lit up with excitement as I did a little jog to greet them. 

"Krista!" I yelled in excitement. I met her with a hug. "Girl I missed you so much! You have to tell me all about Germany and about how many cute boys you met there and about how many new family members you have come to hate," we both laughed as we pulled away. Still holding onto each other's elbows I asked, "What lunch do you have?"

"I have lunch two, how about you?"

"Eeek!!" I squealed as I did a little jump. "Me too! So does Violet! O-M-G this senior year is turning out to be so good. Literally amazing."

Krista laughed and said, "Luck is for sure on our side. The three of us haven't all had a lunch together in what, three years?" I met Krista on her right, and we linked arms as we continued to talk down the main hallways of Maria High. 

"I know, it's been forever. But it also seems like yesterday we were just freshman," My eyes met hers, then looked down to her tie. I grabbed it with my right hand, not pulling too hard so as to not choke her. "Speaking of freshman year, what is this Ms. Reiss?" I asked in a sarcastic authoritative voice. Her tie was a coffee brown, the color that freshmen wear. Not forest green, which is the color seniors are supposed to be wearing. 

She swatted my hands away, and defensively brought it back. "Shh, y/n! I don't want to get in trouble on the first day," she laughed as she tried to tuck it beneath the buttons of her shirt. "I forgot to buy one for this year, so I tried my best with what I had."

"Crafty," I remarked. 

We talked more as we slowly walked down the main hallway. We caught up as much as we could during this short journey, her talking about Germany and myself telling her about all the mischief Violet and I got into. As we came to the end of the main hallway, there was a big spiral of stairs that I would eventually need to climb to get to my first period class. 

"Well Krista, it's been fun chatting with you so far. Where's your first period?"

"Oh, it's in the wing we just passed. How about you?" 

"I'm upstairs with Ms. Perez for spanish."

"Well, y/n, have a good first day!" 

"You too Krista! If I don't have any other classes with you throughout the day, I'll see you at lunch!"

She waved by as she was walking down the hallway, and I took a breath before stepping onto the stone stairs that led up to the third floor. Why a high school needs more than two floors is beyond me, it must have been some architectual plan that decided we need all these floors. That or they thought we were too fat and need to work out. Either way, I'm not happy about my early morning workout. As I climbed the stairs, I checked the time again: 8:27. Only three minutes before first period! 

Around me, the crowd of people had also gotten pretty dense too, with confused freshmen looking down at their schedule, friends catching up in the middle of the stairs, and the mess of people trying to go down the stairs to the left of me. Traffic jam galore, I would never make it to my first period. 

When I finally reached the third floor, I took off running. Kinda embarrassing that I, a senior, am running to get to class, but at this point I couldn't bother to waste anymore seconds. I pulled out my phone to confirm what room my spanish class was in. As I typed in my password, I barely noticed the shadow looming over me until it was too late. 

My body crashed into another, and my phone went flying. At that same moment, I felt a warm liquid drip down the front of my shirt. 

"Fuck," I said under my breath and went over to the other side of the hallway to pick up my phone. Examining that it wasn't broken, I realized the other problem: my drenched gray button down. My cheeks flushed with anger, and I looked up to see what stupid underclassmen had just ruined my day.

I first noticed the coffee mug in his right hand, and then the stack of papers in his left that were now drenched in coffee. When I looked up at him, I immediately noticed how good looking he was. His dark brown hair was a little messy, and he was pretty slim and fit, making him look like a guy my age. But, he was wearing a name tag, one that all teachers were required to wear for the first couple of days. 

Mr. Ackerman it said. 

Well, whoever this Mr. Ackerman was, he looked pissed. 

Him, angry with me? I thought. I'm the one drenched in coffee. Not him. 

When he opened his mouth, I expected an apology. But what I heard was, "Come with me."

⁀➷ a/n

FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS MF FANFIC I HAVE MADE LEVI TALLER. THAT MF IS NOW 6'0". IDC.