Miss Rarity Belle (A Rarijack Love Story)

Chapter 3

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"Are you fucking insane!?" Rarity whispered yelled, as she locked the door of the classroom while the two of us stood there alone. "Why didn't you tell me you're a minor!?"

My heart's pounding loud and fast, and it felt weird but exciting at the same time. The feeling that I should be scared but instead, I felt joy the moment I saw her.

She is truly a beauty. Seeing her wearing a teacher's clothes is amazing and I couldn't help but stare at her.

Her glasses is what I love the most. It suits her style and it definitely made her even more hotter than last night.

Fantasies aside, I can't just ignore the fact that she's literally angry right now.

I leaned on the teacher's desk, eyes still following the goddess in front of me. I smiled. "Watch your language, Rarity. I'm a student, remember?" I said, emphasizing the word student.

Instead of giving me a hug, or a kiss, she gave me the most furious look I have ever seen in my entire life.

"You lied to me!" She began, walking towards me. I can imagine a white smoke started going out of her nose and ears. "Did you know what will happened once they found out that we slept together!?"

Oh, right, I forgot she's a teacher.

I coughed. "Rarity, no one will find out if you'll keep your voice down a little." I started. "You don't have to yell, I'm literally a few inches away from you."

"Don't give me that attitude, young lady!"

"I'm just telling the truth," I said, softly.

"Truth!?" She yelled, again. "You want me to believe that after lying to me!?"

I sighed. "Alright, I'm sorry..." I stood up and placed my hand on her shoulder. "I was wrong when I lied. You caught my attention last night and I don't think I could ever sleep if I didn't make you mine."

"Rarity, I like you. Believe me when I say that I was gonna tell you that I'm a minor when we met again, but destiny kind of placed us in a bad situation."

"I didn't know you'll be my teacher. But even though you are my teacher now, please give us a chance."

"No, no, no." She firmly said. She took a step backward, crossing her arms. "Forget what happened last night. There's nothing going on with us."

My eyes widen, "What!? Rarity, are you serious!?" I grabbed her hands, holding it tight. "Please don't do this. How do you expected me to just forget what happened last night!?"

"That is not my problem. Miss Smith." She began, taking my hands off hers. "And call me Miss Rarity Belle. We're at school."

"It is my fault, I get it, but how can you say that!?"

"Because I'm your teacher, Applejack-"

I pushed her on the table, pinning her on the top of it. "But you're not my teacher when we had sex!" I yelled. She tried pushing me off, but luckily, I'm stronger than her. "How could you-"

"Get off me!"

"No!" I said, holding both of her hands to stop her from moving too much. "Why would you even gave me your number if last night was really just a one night stand!?"

"Applejack, get off me! If someone burst into the door, my career is over!"

"You lock it, you idiot!" I retorted.