The Affair With My Professor

Thirty

Y/n POV

I spent the last few days with the girls until they went back home on Wednesday, today's Friday and I have a little plan in mind.

"Hey babe." I smile as I walk into Wanda's office after school hours.

"Jeez you scared me!" She jumps, lifting her head from the paperwork in front of her.

"Sorry." I apologise.

"What's up?" She asks while I close her door shut.

"Just wanted to see if you'd like to go on a date with me?" I say awkwardly, realising that in all the time we've been together I've never really taken her out anywhere.

"I'd love to but I'm super busy right now." She says looking down at her work, continuing to scribble down whatever she was writing.

"Common you deserve it... We deserve it." I sigh.

"Y/n I really don't have the time."

"Let me help you, I'll help you do whatever this is and then we can get out of here." I offer, taking a seat at her desk.

Her eyes stay focused on her work ignoring me completely. I pull the pen out of her hand forcing her to look up at me.

I look her up and down before taking the between my teeth. "Y/n." She groans.

"You're going to let me help you and then I'm going to take you out for a meal is that understood Ms. Maximoff." I state rather than ask.

"You are?" She questions.

"Yes I am now tell me what we're doing so I can help you." I smile.

She clicks her tongue "alright then," she sighs "this is the grading sheet, mark this half." She passes me half a stack of papers.

We sit in a comfortable silence, consecrating on the task at hand. Paper after paper and finally the stack was clear, all the papers marked and absolutely nothing left to do but take her on a date.

"You ready to go?" I ask.

"Yeah, do we not have time to change though?"

"Not really, why would you need to change? You look hot." I complement.

"I'm in my work clothes." She states matter-of-factly.

"Exactly, hot."

"Y/n can I ask you something?"

"Sure." I say as we walk out the front door of the building heading straight to the parking lot.

"Is the fact I'm a teacher part of the appeal?"

I rummage through my brain trying to think of the honest answer. "Well I'd like you if you were anything or did anything. I'd love you regardless but yes. The fact you're my teacher I guess to some degree adds to the package."

"Oh." She breathes.

"Well it's probably more about the fact that, by all means I shouldn't have been able to get with you. You were the one girl I couldn't have and that made me want you even more." I admit.

"So, like a challenge?"

"Not really no, I hated the fact I had feelings for the girl I couldn't have but the more I knew you the more I wanted you and it spiralled from there."