Breaking All Of The Rules (STUDENT/TEACHER) (on hold)

Breaking All Of The Rules - Chapter Three

Chapter Three

His jaw practically dropped to the floor, his eyes bulged, and I swore I watched his lips mutter a cuss word. He moved his mouse for his computer and he looked away from the monitor to the outlet seeing it was unplugged. I held back a chuckle as I watched him react.

“Class, you’re all dismissed for the day,” he gritted through his teeth. Nobody even question his random outburst, everyone just scurried out of there. As I was going to, too.

“Not you, Ms. Walsh,” he mumbled.

“You coming?” Chloe I asked.

“Nah, I got some questions about the homework,” I replied back to her, hoping she’d buy it. She nodded and walked away, out of the classroom.

I smirked and Ryan rolled his eyes as I walked backwards from the door to his desk. Every student left and the door was closed.

“Oh, so no more ‘Mackenzie Walsh’,” I questioned mimicking what he had been calling me.

“Pins? Glue? Really?” he grunted as I saw him wriggling in his chair.

“Yeah,” I said twirling my hair, flashing him a smile.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” he shouted which sort of thrown me off guard. He never showed any anger, then again I hadn’t know him for long. I didn’t answer him or nod my head or anything. He stood up, with the glued chair that had pins pricking him all over stuck to his but and started unbuttoning his pants. Holy, shit.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, twirling around, not looking at him.

“Oh, well, this is the only way I’m getting out of this chair,” he said with an evident hint of amusement in his voice. I gulped, acknowledging the fact that I’m about to see my teacher in boxers, actually, maybe briefs. I wonder which type of man he was? A boxers or brief one…I turned around and smiled as I saw him struggling to get out of his pants, I couldn’t tell yet which type he was.

“Do you need help Mr. Wilder?” I asked, trying to hold back my laughter.

“If I say yes will you help me?” he asked back sincerely. His blue eyes hit mine for a moment, making me forget all about trying to get detention and trying to get him. Those blue eyes were so pure they could make you forget anything. I nodded my head, taking my eyes away from his, and searching for a pair of scissors on his desk. I saw a pair and started cutting his pants from the back to the front. I kneeled down to be able to help him better. “Careful,” he mumbled when I got closer to in between his thighs. I let out a quiet chuckle and nodded.

“You can relax, I know how to use scissors,” I reassured him. He had been shaking ever since I picked up the pair of scissors. The chair finally made a cladding noise as it came unglued from his butt. His pants fell down then and my face came direct to his crotch area.

“Briefs,” I mumbled staring at an array of dark blue. He chucked nervously.

“Please stand up, Ms. Walsh,” he said in a sexy, authoritive voice. Hmm. I wonder if this is how those dirty porns start off. You know, the ones with the students and teachers, not that I watch them or anything, which is why I questioned how they started. But, yeah. I pushed myself up, wiped off my knees and flashed him a smile.

“Do you plan on teaching your students in those all day? Because I reckon, they won’t pay attention,” I teased, glancing down at his muscular legs. He picked up his cut up pants and pulled a pair of keys out of them.

“Go to my car, just press the button and it will beep, you’ll know which one it is. In the trunk there’s some extra clothes, grab me a pair of pants,” he told me, placing the keys in my hands. He looked serious. I smirked at him.

“You know, I’m sort of a rebel, what makes you think you can just handle a rebellious teenage girl a set of keys and not think they’d go on a joy ride with your car?” His face dropped all seriousness. He looked worried, scared, and freaked out but he quickly recovered.

“I trust you,” he said gulping. The way his words sounded seemed so honest that it made me feel something, something bad. Guilt. Guilt for doing what I did. I quickly recovered, too, and laughed it off.

“Right,” I joked, pulling the keys closer to my chest. I left him at his desk alone and slammed his classroom door shut. I had two options. One was to show him he really could trust me which would maybe make him get closer with me so I could seal the deal and win the bet. Or option two, rebel, go on a joy ride, get a detention or some sort of punishment which would make him angry, no doubt and not trust me.

I opted for the first.

I needed him to trust him. Not only did I need him to, though, I wanted him to; which was weird, because the only people I cared about in that way were my friends and Mr. Wilder wasn’t a friend of mine.

He’d never be a friend of mine, just a teacher I’d eventually sleep with. Maybe I should go with option two instead. I didn’t really need his trust.

I pushed open the back exit doors that lead to the teachers parking and pressed the sound horn on the electronic key button. I immediately heard it go off and saw it, too. It was a black Jeep. I loved Jeeps.

I looked back at the large, brown, brick building and decided to stick with option number one. I opened up his trunk and saw some clothes folded. What man keeps extra clothes in their car? I grabbed the first pair I saw, slammed the trunk door down, and relocked it.

“Here,” I mumbled, pushing the pair of pants into his chest. He smiled and started putting them on. He put them on slowly, almost like he was trying to seduce me, but I thought only girls did that, and I knew he wasn’t trying to do that with me so I looked away. I mainly looked away because I started blushing.

“I knew I could trust you,” he said, smiling. I looked up at him and couldn’t help but smile either.

“Well, I don’t really like Jeeps. I’d hate to be seen driving that around,” I quickly lied.

His smile disappeared and his body tensed, straightening up. “Right. Well, here’s your late slip. Have a nice day, Ms. Walsh,” he mumbled in a monotone, almost robot like, voice. He handed me a little blue note that was my excuse to my next class and I left just like that.

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Sorry about the long, long wait. My laptop crashed. I’ve had a lot of personal B.S. to deal with and so on and so on. Also, when I was ready to post this... Wattpad disagreed. I’ll never make you wait a month and a half again.. unless it has to deal with Wattpad again, because I cant control that.  Also, next chapter will not be this short. I’ll update before 1/15: )