curious

teachers pet*

disclaimer/tw: the title is pretty self explanatory. all characters are over the age of 18.

please for the love of god don't take any of this personally.

i drown out the monotonous voice of my professor, my chin resting in the palm of my hand as i watch her move gracefully around the front of the classroom.

the way her arms moved as she spoke, a slight smirk tugging at her plump pink lips, just made my imagination go wild.

i imagined the way she'd bent me over her desk, just last week. the filthy things she'd whispered in my ear replay in my head loudly as i catch her hooded blue eyes. her lips began moving, but the sound of my own thoughts easily drowned out her voice.

"y/n, can you tell me what i just said?" she asks, her voice smooth as her eyebrows furrow. "or are you off in la la land again?"

"i-" i stutter, sitting straight up in my seat, my eyes frantically looking anywhere but hers. "i don't know, miss o'connell, i got distracted; it won't happen again, ma'am."

"you're right," she tells me, her eyes sharp as she looks at me. "it won't happen again - stay after class."

"yes, ma'am," i respond, slouching back in my chair.

i normally get good grades in miss o'connell's class. it wasn't until my grades started slipping, that she decided i needed to have a private tutoring sessions. she claimed that i'd be more motivated if we worked one on one, rather than working by myself, or with the class.

i don't regret my agreeing to her proposal, but the more tutoring sessions we have, the more distracted i become in class. it's almost as if miss o'connell is doing it on purpose.

i promised miss o'connell that i wouldn't tell anyone, and i've kept that promise -- with one exception, of course.

i'll admit my best friend was indifferent when i told her about my sessions with miss o'connell. she brought up some scenarios that made me rethink my decisions, but nonetheless, i couldn't give up the opportunity to get railed and get into college.

what if miss o'connell's husband finds out?

what if my parents find out?

what if the school board finds out?

what if the other students find out?

i consider the endless consequences, but i figure that as long as i get into college, and eventually make my parents proud of me, i'll be fine.

right?

the bell rings and the rest of my classmates stand up and snicker at me as they exit the classroom. 

"teacher's pet," a girl with a poorly bleached blonde ponytail and an awful fake tan, mutters as she knocks my books off of my desk. "oops."

"bitch," i mutter under my breath as she leaves, picking my books off of the floor as miss o'connell closes the door behind the last person.