Substitute pt. 1

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A/N- Hey hey! Sorry I haven't written in this book for a little bit. I've been having bad writers block, but I'm back!

Mitch's P.O.V
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Our teacher was late today. I looked over my shoulder and see a man walk in.

"Hi, my name is Mr. Hoying. I'll be your substitute for the day, since your teacher is out sick. I know you don't want to be here and I certainly don't want to be here, so let's make today go by as quickly as possible," he said.

He was broad and very tall. He also had blonde hair and baby blue eyes. As he wrote on the board, I took in every feature. "Mr. Grassi," he said, snapping me back into reality. "Hm? And it's Mitch," I sassed.

"Okay, Mitch. What is -968(32)?" I rolled my eyes.

"I have no fucking clue what we're talking about. All I know is that your hot," I said. He inhaled deeply. "Mitch, would you like to come up to the board and figure it out?"

I smiled sarcastically and got up. On my way to the board, I slapped his ass. "Mitch!" he exclaimed. "Sorry, Mr. Hoying, didn't see you there. Don't pretend you didn't like it," I told him.

"You sure do blush a lot, Mr. Hoying," I said. "Mitch, come see me after class," he said and turned around, pulling his shirt down over his pants.

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"You need to see me, Mr. Hoying?" He turned around and blushed again. "It's Scott," he said.

"Anyways, during class... what were your... intentions?" he said. "My intentions? To get you. You see, I can tell you're gay. And you're adorable because you blush a lot. And I'd fuck you," I said. "Oh," he said, pulling his shirt down more.

"Why do you keep pulling your shirt down?" I asked. "It's nothing," Scott replied. "But... Mr. Hoying, it has to be something," I said, walking to the front of the room. I brushed my hand against his pants and pulled his shirt up a bit, revealing that he was extremely hard.

"Mr. Hoying, I see you have a little problem," I whispered, pointing towards his pants. "P-please call me Scott," he said, shivering.

"How about we skip school and go home?" I nodded and he pulled me away.

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