four. i'm free tonight

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Over the last few weeks I'd heard the rest of my English class (and my entire grade) obsess over Mr. Stan. Talking about if he was single, had he always been single or maybe he's been married. The girls in my English class couldn't help but flirt and gawk at him and repeatedly try to ask him personal questions.

Seb motioned with his head to come up to the front, holding out the chalk, smiling.

Everyone was talking, so no one noticed him except me, even Dylan had stopped talking to me because I was so distracted. It was a summers day, so Sebastian had taken off his blazer and had rolled his sleeves just to the right spot. He was wearing his signature pleated dress pants in grey with a crisp white shirt.

I got up, confusing all three of them why I was getting out of my seat, but I ignored their repeated calls and walked to the front to Seb.

He gave me the chalk, our hands touching slightly in the process, making me bite my lip to try hide my nerves, which thankfully he doesn't seem to notice, he just smiles.

I rip my eyes away from him and try concentrating on the board, the problem seemed way too hard for my level too. It was the analysis of the sentence 'It takes two to make an accident.' Something that I had actually studied but had completely gone over my head.

I try my hardest, and when I finished I looked back to him. He shakes his head.

I give him puzzled look, he chuckles slightly and stands up from leaning on his desk and takes the chalk without warning, brushing my hand just like before.

"Fitzgerald is talking about love in this, how it's impulsive and spontaneous, the accident is a metaphor for their love breaking," He explained, while circling the word accident. I was completely zoning out. "Y/n?" He mumbled trying to get my attention.

"Sorry Seb."

"That's Mr. Stan to you." He raised his eyebrows in seriousness, my stomach immediately drops and I gulp audibly, I wasn't sure if it was nerves or he was turning me on— "I'm only kidding. No ones listening, so don't worry. I'm sorry for scaring you," He laughed. I smiled back, chuckling slightly.

"Do you revise at all at home?" He asked.

I just rolled my eyes.

"Oh okay, I'll take that as a no then," He laughed. "But you are working at a grade A, so it's okay for now."

"I can't even do analysis of one of the most well known quote though!" I peered at the answer that Sebastian had corrected.

"I honestly thought you'd get that," He said, I roll my eyes again making him laugh. "Maybe you're distracted?" He suggested.

I bit my lip and loosely nodded.

He tried to hide his smile, pressing his lips together but he ended up failing, revealing his grin. "Maybe you should consider getting some English help," He said, trying to go back to the original subject.

"How?"

"Look online? I've heard if you search on YouTube or on google, like Cliftnotes or something," He suggested, writing another quote on the board.

"Would you be able to help me?" I asked, instantly regretting my decision. I wasn't good at playing the mysterious seductive type, and I really wasn't sure what way this was going.

He stopped what he was doing and looked in my direction again. "W-well, my schedule is basically free." I raised my eyebrows for him to continue and answer yes or no. "If you're free...after school, just come here. I usually stay for bit anyway, so it's not a trouble."

"Yeah. I'm free tonight," I said slowly.

A smile formed on his lips, he bit them trying not to grin again. "If you want, you can sit back down now."

I nodded and walked away, loosely swaying my hips with a euphoric feeling going down my spine.

"What was that about?" Nick asked immediately. I sat down at my desk to see all of my staring right at me, I honestly hadn't even noticed when Nick, Matthew and Zendaya had moved over.

"Yeah, you've been up there for like ten minutes," Leo added.

"He asked me to do a quote but I got it wrong so he said he'd go though it with me after school." I looked over to Sebastian who was rubbing out the quote we'd just gone over.

"Your could've just asked me help though," Matthew pointed out. "Or any of us!"

"Yeah, but Mr. Stan is an actual English teacher."

"I mean, she's kinda got a point—" Tom tried, but Dylan butted in.

"You're just doing this because you think he's hot, aren't you?" He questioned, almost shouting now.

I swear Dylan could be such a dick sometimes, always wanting to be right whilst he tried to woo the girls in our grade. He would regularly get annoyed if I was talking to someone of the opposite sex.

"Mr. O'Brien, please keep your noise down," I heard someone say.

I look up to see Sebastians eyes on me, just in front of Tom and Leo.

Fuck maybe he heard.

"And can you please refrain from talking about that, it's very inappropriate," He added very seriously.

Yep, he heard.

My face dropped and I looked down at the desk in embarrassment, I felt his concerned stares but eventually he left and sat back on his chair.

The rest of the lesson was filled with stares and eye rolls from Dylan.

When the bell rang went to get up out of my seat to remember I had been told to stay behind. I sat back down on my chair and packed up my things.

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