Dear, daddy.

O N E.

Friday, 7, 2015.

Dear, daddy.

The other day I was thinking of you again. Just laying down on my bed. I was already done with the homework you assigned since I know you don't like it when I don't do mine. It was around 9:42. I should have been already sleeping, maybe that's why in your class I keep falling asleep about twice. I usually do sleep early, but lately I haven't  since I have just been thinking about you. I saw the look on your face when you were waking me up yesterday. Did I upset you, daddy? I'm so sorry. I'll try not to do it again. Do you ever think of me? What if I started calling you daddy instead of Mr. Fay? Would you like that better? If only you knew how many times I think of you. I'm failing two classes. Usually I fail none. Father was so mad at me. Is that bad? Should I stop thinking about the way you run your hand down your face when you're frustrated with everything. How about the way you call out my name when I'm notl istening or you need me to go run a copy for you. I love the way you say my name, daddy. It sounds so.. pure and sweet coming out your lips. Did you know I'm still a virgin, only cause I want to save it for you. I don't like any of the boys here, they're all icky. But you, I would do anything for you. I always have these thoughts, on how maybe one day I could be yours, and you could be mine. I know that's impossible since you're already turning 23 and I'm only 17. But I can still dream and wish about it, right?

sincerely, Emily ❤

Soft little sighs left my small baby pink lips as I filled in the heart, putting down my pen once I was done. My eyes scanned the library to make sure no one saw what I had been writing down. Swiftly, I closed the notebook as I looked at the time. 1:00 pm, it read. Five more minutes till my last and favorite class of the day started.

Mr. Fay's class. He teaches AP History. All the girls droll over him. See he has this face and this perfectly sculpted jawline that makes every girl go crazy. He's only been teaching her for 2 years, which was when I first got here. I was a sophomore. I remember the first time I saw him, I was making my way to a class as I walked by his, and when I looked at him I felt my knees begin to grow weak. I still remember every detail of that day and how his eyes locked with mine. He's definitely the most attractive teacher in this whole school. Most of the teachers here are old and tend to fall asleep during their own lessons. I was pulled from my thoughts as the bell wrong.

A small smile pulled at my lips as I tucked the notebook I was writing in deep in the back of my back pack and soon made my way out the library. Oh how I couldn't wait to see him. "Hello Emily. how are you love?" I gulped a little before looking up at the direction the fimiliar voice was coming from. "Hi. and I'm just fine. you?" I mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I looked up at his lips as they moved. Oh I couldn't hear a thing. I was just thinking of how his lips would feel against mine. "Oh yeah I understand" I nodded as I noticed his lips stopped moving. That was such a lie. I had no idea what he was talking about.

I sighed out of awkwardness and walked away from the scene, making my way into the class. Wow, just wow. I cant even talk to a guy in general. I shook my head at myself before taking a seat in the front row. I look around at all the other teenagers who have no idea what they're doig with their life. And I don't blame them. I have no idea what I'm doing with mine either, so of course I can totally relate to that. Quickly, I took out my notebook for this class and started writing down the things he had put on the prjector labeled "Notes." I looked back up as I heard the door shut, my eyes trailing to yours, making me quickly look down.

The class seemed to fly by. Well honestly it always does for me, which sort of makes me sad at times, since I wish I could just stay here a little longer. Mr. Fay has the most gorgues pairs of eyes I think I have ever seen. Sometimes they can be the color of coffee, other times they're the color of dirt. It sounds bad, the last one I know. But if you were to really see it, you could probably just drool. He has such a young looking face, he seems as if he could be a student here if he didn't always wear suits. My eyes looked over to Mr. Fay as the bell wrung. A sigh left from my gaped lips as I took out one of my notebooks to be able to put my other one in it to maybe have some more space some how. I quickly zipped up my back pack and swung it over my shoulder before pushing in my chair. I could hear some chairs making a slight sceerching sound as they were being pushed in too. "Bye Mr. Fay." I smiled building up enough confidence to wave my small hand.

"Bye, love." I heard him reply as I went out into the hallway. Getting on the bus was another thing. I sat by myself. Today was a green day meaning I didn't have many classes with my friends. I hated green days. I found a seat and out my book bag beside me so. While leaning back I remember one last thing; I forgot my pen, and worst of all, my notebook. I felt my eyes grow wide as I quickly sat up. How could I forget to put the notebook back in. I was so stupid for even taking it to school today.

[ Mr. Fay's pov.]

I leaned back against my chair as I ran my fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. Damn today seemed so long for me. All these kids with their childishness and their nasty attitudes. My eyes looked over at each of the desk making sure they all pushed in their chairs. Of course, there was that one person out of the class who doesn't. While sitting up I noticed a notebook on one of the desk, which happens to be the one Emily sits at.

I picked it up skimming my eyes through the front cover. It had all these little quotes and doodles over them. A chuckle found its way out my lips as I placed my thumb on it, wanting to look inside as I felt this gut feeling telling me I should just put it down. But like always, I never listen to it. I felt as my eyes trail down through the pages, skipping about ten as I start to read it. There was a date "Saturday, 14, 2015" Looks like she's had this for a while now. My eyes moved lower down the page. "Dear, daddy" it read. A sudden sence of confusion washed over me as I scratched the back of my neck, reading the words she had written.

This came from.. Emily? A whole bunch of questions roamed throughout my mind as I continued to read. "I can't help but touch myself each time I think of you. I skipped my docters appiontment just to do so. I told my mom I didn't feel so good then decided to take a shower. I laid down on the cold tile floor as water pour down over my body.

I slightly spread my legs as I closed my eyes. My fingers suddenly seemed to be inserting inside of me as I let out slight winces, I imagined it was you who was doing so. Daddy, it hurt so bad. But I found myself making noises of pleasure as I pushed them further in. I wonder if it would feel better if you did it." I suddenly paused, not being able to read more as the front side of my suit pants started to get tight as I looked down at the big tent formed over my area. "Fuck." I mumbled shaking my head. I knew I shouldn't of read it, but something pushed me towards doing it.

-aurthors note-

so this is my first fanfiction on this site, I've had some on quotev and such. I would really be grateful if you guys took a chance to comment on what you think will or should happen next and how you like it so far. Am I moving too fast or too slow? 5 votes for next chapter. Thanks for reading.