𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫

Apology

Jared points upward and accidentally shoots cūm in my eye. "Ah! Dammit, Jared!"

"Shît, my bad," he laughs. I rub the cúm out of my eyes. "Learn how to aim, idiot."

"Sorry, damn." He checks the clock above us. "Shīt, we gotta bounce. The meetin is over."

"Oh shīt." We quickly got off the desk to get ourselves situated. "Ayo, pass me my shirt behind you."

"Here," I tossed the shirt to him. His çum was so sticky, it took me a while to clean it all off.

We hear keys going through the knob of the door. "Shīt, shīt, shīt," I whispered.

"Psst, teach." I look over Jared to see him opening the window behind the desk. "C'mon. Hurry."

Good thinking skills. I guess he's not dull in the head after all. I step through window after him.

The principal unlocked and opened the door. "Christ, why are my papers scattered all over the place?"

He feels the wind coming from outside. "Of course I forgot to close the window before I left. I should've took my medication this morning. Goodness me."

Friday

The students greet me as they find their seats. "Good morning, Miss Y/n!"

"Morning to you as well!" I waited for the rest of the students to come in before taking attendance.

Sora's been skipping long enough for me not to ask for him anymore. He's none of my concern.

"Okay, class. Since it's Friday, we're not doing much except for finishing late work. So let's-"

"Am I late?" Sora enters the classroom unexpectedly. That's unusual...

"5 minutes late, yes. Where's your tardy pass?" Why do I even bother asking that question...?

"Yeah, I got it this time." He hands me the slip, leans and whispers "read the back" before going to his seat.

"Good. Thank you." He wrote something on the back? I turn over the slip.

Let's meet for tutoring. I need to tell you something.

Great. I wonder what this is gonna be about. And why does he suddenly want to tutor again?

I put the paper the side. "Okay, back to what I was saying about late work..."

After School

This week was way too long for me. I took a few wet wipes to clean the desks and seats.

I'm not even looking forward to seeing him. Not after all the mistreatment I've received from him.

Someone knocks on the door. "Come in!" Sora pops his head in. "Hey, teacher."

"Afternoon," I already knew it was him, so I didn't care to look in his direction. "Ready for tutor?"

He threw his bag in the corner of the room as he sits down. "I wanna talk first. You got time?"

"Plenty. Lets talk." I finished wiping down the last desk and finally make eye contact with him.

"I'm sorry." I waited for him to finish his sentence. "Sorry for...?"

"Sorry for everything. Ignoring you, being disrespectful, skipping class. All that shít."

"Sure." I'm tasting a bit of disbelief from him. "I'm serious," he persuaded. "I made a mistake cutting you off. I miss you."

His words felt sentimental, but I still refused to believe him. "You missed me, huh? Funny."

"I do miss you," he admitted. "It's fùckin stressful being with that girl. It ain't the same. I can't deal with her shît."

I laughed. "Really? Because this whole week, you've been skipping class and having a blast with her. What happened?"

He shakes his head. "She's too bítchy. Everyday, we argue about dumb shīt. It's annoying."

So he's finally came to realization about this disaster he calls a relationship. It's about damn time.

"There's always a problem when we fùck too. She's too vanilla. And she gets mad at me when I ask her to get on top."

"How miserable," I teased. "So you crawled back to me because you felt dissatisfied with her? Poor thing."

"Yeah whatever," he roll his eyes. "Anyways, I'm done with her. Can you please forgive me? I really miss you."

This is amusing. I can't stop teasing. "Mm, I don't know if I should..." He groans. "C'mon, teacher. I promise I'll be a good boy for you. Please?"

"I'm still not over you calling me a cougar," I reminded. "Where's that apology?"

He laughs. "Damn, fine! Sorry for calling you a cougar. Can you forgive me now?"

"That didn't sound very convincing!" I crossed my arms. He gets up and hugs my waist.

"I'm sorry for calling you a cougar. Is that convincing enough for you?"

I felt satisfied and finally accepted his apology. "Yes, I forgive you," I giggled. He leans in for a kiss. "Good."

I'm glad to have him back.

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