One Shots

After School Special (Kellic)

Warning: sexual content, teacher/student.

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Kellin's POV:

"Who was at the door?" I called out to my sister, Hanna, as she walked past my bedroom door. I had been laying on my bed watching Netflix until the door bell interrupted me.

"Oh, uh, some guy that wanted to see mom, I think he might've been one of your teachers actually." She answered walking into my room.

"One of my what?" I asked, suddenly panicked. Teachers never come for a home visit unless it's important.

"Your teachers," she began giving me an amused smile, she knew I was in trouble, "you know the young, hot one? I think he's Spanish or Mexican or something, the one that lives down the street."

Ah my physics teacher, Mr Vic Fuentes. He is hot, like really hot, like Gerard Way naked on a boat, feeding Frank strawberries before recreating the milk fic, hot. Okay, that might've been too far but the point is he's hot. Why would he be talking to my mum though? Surely I'm not that bad a physics, right? I mean at least I turn up to that lesson, even if it is only to stare at his gorgeous face and gorgeous back and gorgeous ass.

"Kellin, a moment please." My mom called up the stairs.

Hanna gave me a small smile before saying "good luck" and leaving my room.

I shut my laptop and untangled my self from the heap of blankets. I quickly straightened out my clothes before heading down stairs and into the kitchen. My mom was stood next to the fridge, drinking her coffee while Mr. Fuentes was leaning against the island in the middle of the room.

"Would you like to take a seat, Kellin?" My mom questioned although the answer was clear, usually I would stay standing to her piss off but right now didn't seam like a good time to argue. I took a seat on the stool furthest away from my mom.

Mr. Fuentes spun around to face me and began talking, "I'm sorry to bother you on a Saturday, Kellin but this really couldn't wait." Now that he was facing me I could see what he was wearing and to be honest it isn't much different from what he wears to school, black skinny jeans and a dark blue button up, the only difference is that he's wearing red Converse rather than his fancy black shoes.

"Really, Mr. Fuentes, it's fine and if he doesn't like it then maybe he should have done more studying for his test." My mom says giving me death glares.

Ah, so that's what this is about, we had a test on Thursday and I guess he has just marked mine. I honestly don't think I done that bad, and if I did it was his fault, standing up there looking all cute and stuff.

"Lay it on me, how bad did I do?" I questioned, relaxing in my chair.

"Well," he started "you failed." My mom gave me a look that quite clearly said; I swear to God, you are not my child, if you don't fix this I will shove a stick up your ass, I ignored it though.

"Failed? How badly?" I asked, not that I really cared, I would've walked out by now if it wasn't for the fact he was here, at my house, meaning there must be more to it.

"Kellin, this test was 65 percent of your final grade, the paper was out of 120 and you scored 6. With all you other work only being at D grade you are going to fail the course." Well fuck... oh well, I don't need physics to be a singer anyway.

"Well that sucks," I say getting up "guess I won't be needing to come to your lessons anymore then." I am just about to walk out the door when my mother speaks up.

"Kellin Bostwick sit your ass back on that chair right now." I correct her under my breath as I sit bam down, I really hate when she calls me Bostwick. She turns her attention to Mr. Fuentes. "Surely there is something he can do," she begins in a much kinder tone than what she used with me, "maybe he could do something for extra credit?" I am really not liking the sound of this.