Blake Griffin {One Shots}

Mr. Griffin (Part 1)

'There is no fucking way that I will finish this shit by tomorrow.' You thought to yourself. 'Fuck me.'

Not only had you made a promise to your best friend, Aaron, that you would make sure their project would be finished by tomorrow, but you also made the mistake of promising Mr. Griffin the same thing.

You know. Mr. Griffin. Your chemistry teacher, whose class you currently are failing terribly.

Mr. Griffin. The gorgeous man who was undoubtedly the most attractive man on your whole school campus. You like to blame him as to why you are failing his class. But you know damn well it's your fault.

But he's just so beautiful...

"Fuck!" I grunted, shoving aside the poster. I should've never bothered taking another year of science. I sat up on the edge of my bed, ready to lay down and rest.

As I attempted to lay down, my phone buzzed; Aaron's name showing up on the screen. "Wonderful, just what I needed." I dreadfully answered the phone.

"Sam? I hope you're finishing up the project. This whole thing has me worried. It's the final project of the semester. That means big points for the project and that means no big fuck ups!" Aaron finished speaking breathlessly.

"Yes Aaron, I know.." I paused for a moment looking at the clock, "Why are you still up? It's 11:37." I let out a silent yawn.

"Yes Sam, but you know when I'm stressed I don't get much sleep."

"And about the project, I just can't finish it. It's too much and I'm sorry. I'll take the blame tomorrow so you don't lose points or have to stay after class with Mr. Griffin."

"Oh no, we all know how much of a struggle that would be; staying after class with the big bad Mr. Griffin!" He almost choked laughing at me. "I know you're in love with him Hannah. It shows. I think he kind of likes you too."

The line was awkwardly quiet before I spoke, absorbing what he had just said to me.

"Go to sleep asshole. I'm tired." I rolled over on my right side. It always made me fall asleep faster.

"Deny it all you want babe, but I can see it, and hey you're a senior; that means you're street legal."

I could almost sense him smirking at me.

"Good. Night. Aaron." I hung up flustered and desperately trying to fall asleep.

I reminisced on the faint words Aaron had earlier said before I had fallen into a deep slumber.

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The words I think he kind of likes you too danced around my brain all day that following morning.

Of course, Mr Griffin was my first period class. Of course everyone else did their project except for me. Oh and guess what? Of course Mr. Griffin gave me shit. He always does.

"Miss Cook, either everyone else did their projects a little early, or yours is a little late. May I ask why that is?"

He sat me in the front row because he thought it would make me pay attention better. Oh trust me, I did.

"Well?" He paused, tilting his head to get a better observation of what I was doing.

I bit my lip refraining from saying something stupid and he tensed up; his eyes seemed dilated.

"I uh. I-I.." I was at a loss for words. He was hovering over me with his hands on either sides of my desk. He was slightly bent over, poking his fine ass out just enough so I could catch a glimpse of it.