After 27 year old Mat took a break from acting, he was offered a job at a high school, (any random school) but it was the school you were a student at. And he was your English teacher as well, he wasn’t the happiest though, he hated teens, and he was a 12th grade teacher, that was even worse. He knew people would be fawning over him because he played in the tv show, ‘Friends’, you had seen it, liked it and moved on, having a former actor as your English teacher is cool, we get it, but there’s no need to drown him in attention.

It was a Thursday afternoon, last period? English. You were seated, unlike everyone else, who was, evidently, crowding around Mat, or in this case, ‘Mr LeBlanc’, because he’s your teacher. Eveyobe was asking him questions, ‘what was acting like for you?!’ Or ‘Did you like your character?’. Not you though, you stayed seated, annoyed by the fact that he hadn’t been able to get on with the lesson. He answered a few questions, then ordered everyone back to their seats. Finally getting on with the lesson.

It was 30 minutes into it, and there was 20 minutes left, what a shame. You liked English. You looked between Mat and the board a few times when he was speaking, paying close attention to what he was talking about. Myths and how they altered the way people saw small things, like when the dragon closed its eyes, it was nighttime, stuff like that. You rested the side of your head in the palm of hand, gently swirling around your pen in two fingers with your other hand, biting the inside of one of your cheeks, causing your lips to half-pout, you were the only one staying silent as the class grew louder and louder, talking amongst themselves, Mat sat down at his desk, waiting for everyone to quieten down, but they hardly noticed. You furrowed your eyebrows upwards and rolled your eyes. “I’m too mature for this class…” you thought. Mat’s gaze followed through the room, before it landed on yours, he smiled softly at the unimpressed expression on your face, and the way you bit the inside of your cheek, the way it made you half purse your lips, the way your vision was 50/50 clear and blurry because you could see over the rim of your golden glasses, he admired your maturity. Your gaze landed on his and you smiled back at him. A few girls in the room noticed the sparked interaction shared between you too and tried to do the same, but failed, earning a faint scoff from Mat, who turned to look back at you.