Young Georgie - I Have Nice Hair

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*Third-Person POV

"Georgie!"

A woman's voice echoed down the school hallway. Georgie immediately recognized who it belonged to. Turning around, he saw Veronica approaching him.

"Veronica… what's up?" he greeted casually.

Veronica looked at him awkwardly. "…You're not mad, are you?" she asked cautiously, watching Georgie's face, which still held its usual smile.

"Mad about what?" Georgie replied, though he already knew what she meant.

Veronica didn't answer, simply staring at him instead.

"You mean Brian? Pfft, I beat him up! What's he gonna do about it?" Georgie said with a smirk.

"This isn't something to take lightly! Brian's going to get back at you!" Veronica said, clearly annoyed at Georgie's nonchalant attitude toward the situation.

"…You worried about me?" Georgie asked, stepping closer to her. His smirk deepened as he leaned in, teasing her with his gaze as if daring her to admit what she really felt.

Veronica, her face covered in makeup that couldn't fully hide her natural beauty, blushed furiously. Georgie noticed her cheeks reddening, and he was certain it wasn't just makeup.

"…You really care about me?" Georgie asked, placing his hand on the wall to block her from escaping.

"Who cares about you…" Veronica muttered, turning her face away. "…This is all my fault. You got into trouble because of me…" she said, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

Watching her behavior, Georgie began to doubt the rumors about Veronica being a 'slut'. A slut wouldn't act like this!

Smiling, Georgie gently touched Veronica's chin, guiding her to look at him. "Look at me."

Veronica followed his touch and shyly met his gaze. Looking into Georgie's blue eyes, she felt as if she were drowning in a deep ocean.

"When I said you're beautiful, I meant it. No one can argue with me on that. And I'll say it again… you're beautiful… even without this makeup." Georgie said, brushing her cheek lightly with his hand. The gentle touch sent shivers through Veronica.

"Re…Really?" Veronica's voice trembled, but she kept her eyes on Georgie, yearning for his response.

"Yes." Georgie said, glancing around them. "…I want to kiss you, but… people are watching us."

Students were whispering and staring at the two of them. Georgie caught snippets of words like 'slut' and 'whore,' but he paid them no mind.

Veronica ignored the whispers as well; she'd heard such words countless times before. Right now, all she could think about was Georgie's words.

As Georgie looked away, Veronica bit her lower lip. His words and actions made her body tingle.

She wanted him to kiss her, regardless of who was watching, but she held herself back. "Why not? I'm already a slut in their eyes…" she said with self-deprecation. "…Or do you not want to kiss a slut?"

Hearing her words, Georgie looked back at her. He saw the pain in her expression, the way she belittled herself.

"You're no slut… don't let their words change who you are… just be yourself." Georgie said, his brows furrowed with sincerity.

Veronica stared at him, taking in his serious expression. "…Then why won't you kiss me?"

Georgie didn't respond with words. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her gently on the forehead.

As he pulled away, Veronica stood there, stunned. Georgie looked at her with a soft smile.

"…Do you really think all I care about is my dick?... You deserve to feel the warmth of love.." Georgie said, leaving Veronica speechless.

He turned and began to walk away. "See you later, Veronica…" he called over his shoulder.

Veronica stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened. She had wanted him to kiss her—but not on the forehead.

Yet, despite her confusion, her heart felt warm, and her chest thudded loudly.

The blush on her cheeks didn't fade, even long after Georgie had left.

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*Georgie's POV

"Why are you here again, Georgie?" Miss Fenley asked, sighing as she saw me sitting in front of her with a cheeky grin.

"Why? Am I not allowed to be here?" I replied, brushing off her tone. "I finished my song for you!"

Miss Fenley raised an eyebrow, surprised, but quickly smiled again. She probably thought my 'song' would be just another generic, clichéd tune about love or something.

"Hmm… What song did you write?" Miss Fenley asked, leaning back against her desk.

"It's a love song." I said, grinning even wider.

"Ugh, of course it is." Miss Fenley groaned, clearly resigned to whatever I was about to do. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, furrowing her brows as she looked at me.

"What?..." I said and did not relent in our gaze, "...We are student and teacher..." Miss Fenley said quietly.

"...What about it?" I said and walked towards her, I circled around miss fenley's desk slowly. "...What about us as students and teachers?" I said after being beside her.

Miss Fenley touched my stomach and looked at me with embarrassment, not even 2 seconds later she turned her face away from me. "...Don't do this..." She tried to push me away from her but her push was not that strong.

I didn't say anything but my hand touched miss fenley's hand. I felt her hand which looked very small from mine, I felt the warmth in Miss Fenley's hand and touched it.

Miss Fenley did not withdraw her hand, she also felt my fingers on her hand. "...What should I do...I want to kiss you right now miss..." I said quietly.

"...You can't do that..." Miss Fenley said softly. I sighed and lowered Miss Fenley's hand slowly.

Okayyy…. I knew that Miss Fenley wasn't completely rejecting me, but I didn't want to be hasty. I want her to fall for me completely, like I said before, I am not a good person. This is the second chance in my life, I want fun and mess up in my life.

Relationship with teacher? Hehe that's completely unbelievable in my previous life!

I walked backwards and turned around when I saw her face which was a bit relieved...and disappointed. I walked to the end of the room and picked up the guitar that was there and after picking up the guitar I walked back to Miss Fenley's desk.

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*Miss Fenley POV

I don't know why I'm interested in this student... Ever since he showed up with his little brother and said that they both have perfect pitch, I've been interested in him.

Especially Georgie... the student who I thought was ordinary like any other student has a talent for music. He said that he couldn't play the guitar and wanted to learn how to play the guitar, not knowing that he was a genius like his brother.

After that day, he started coming to my class whenever he had free time. He helped me and made me laugh and smile at his antics. If this was done by any other student, I would think of it as typical teenage behavior.

But Georgie was different, he seemed to do magic and made me draw myself closer to him, watch him, open myself to him.

When he came to me with a bloody lip, I was a little scared of what was happening to him and I chalked it up to a teacher's concern for her student. But when he said that they were fighting over a woman, it made me a little upset with him.

Yeah... this is feeling is dangerous... this is my first school for being a teacher!.

(FYI, on bigbangtheory fandom site, miss fenley was born before 1969. So I just assumpt she is in her 20's)

I wanted to tell him that nothing happened between us and nothing will happen between us.

But... I can't say it... my voice is really weak when I want to say that...

When Georgie looked at me seriously and when he said that he wanted to kiss me, I didn't feel that he was joking about it. If it wasn't for that announcement, he would have kissed me already.

No... what's worse... I am okay with that...

I am okay with Georgie kissing me... that's really dangerous... his eyes telling me that everything is gonna be alright if I stay with him...

And now... this is Georgie's most dangerous approach. He approaches me and touches my hand, I can feel the tingling in my body. I could feel my body receiving Georgie's touch.

He stroked my hand and his gaze made me look away from him. I think he can see my flushed face and maybe he can also hear my heart beating because of this.

This is not right!... I am an adult here... he is just 15 y/o!.

"...Don't do this..." I said in a small voice and when I looked back at him, his face was like he was holding herself back for me. "...What should I do...I want to kiss you right now miss..." Georgie said quietly.

Of course I refused... even though I wanted to say 'yes! Kiss me!" but I haven't lost my mind to him.

Just when I thought I was going to be attacked by him, he let go of my hand and walked away from me. Unlike other teenagers who can't help themselves, Georgie is very mature for a 15-year-old.

He looked at my face… it seemed like he could see what I was trying to hide. He walked to the corner of the room and picked up the guitar there. With a smile, he looked at me and walked back toward my desk.

'…I am in trouble…' I said to myself when I saw that smile. One thing that reinforced my feeling that I was in trouble was that Georgie didn't immediately come to my desk.

Instead, he walked toward the door and closed it and locked it.