Aiden & Harlow (Wattpad version)

Senior year

Harlow

I entered the school while wearing my backpack and found my locker. Kids rushed to find theirs. So far, I didn't see the boys, which relieved me. I might have a reprieve from them.

"Well, look who's our locker mate."

I sighed. Well, there goes my hopes and dreams. I turned my head to see Rebel and Diesel. They smiled.

"Isn't there one day I don't have my locker next to yours? And aren't your juniors? Why are you in the senior hallway?"

Diesel opened his locker. "Because we're bright."

"But you skip school."

"It doesn't mean that we don't do our homework," Rebel said.

"It surprises me that know what a book is."

"Teachers teach most subjects at an infantile level, hoping students are too dumb to understand."

I stared at Rebel.

"X plus y equals the dimensions of T. What is the triangular degree of a circumference?"

"That makes no sense."

"Neither does what the teachers teach here. Why give an elaborate equation to find an answer? When you simplify the steps, you eliminate the confusion. But that's my opinion."

"Oh, for the love of God, don't get Rebel started on math. He'll never shut up," Diesel said.

"Hey, math is important. You would know this if you didn't sleep through class."

Rebel and Diesel argued about Rebel's love for math. I expect Aiden to stroll up and make my life miserable. But he didn't. Who knows? I might have the opportunity to avoid him this year. That thought made me smile.

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Aiden

"Faster! Harder!"

I had the teacher's legs in the air as I pounded the hell out of her hole. Her tits bounced around as I nailed her in the backseat of her car.

"You like when I fuck you?"

"Oh, God yes!"

"You're my dirty little bitch." I fucked the teacher into oblivion. She screamed as I pushed deep inside of her. Her muscles gripped my dick as I shot my load into a condom.

We finished and fixed our clothes before going inside.

"We need to stop doing this." She buttoned her blouse.

"Didn't you say that the last time?"

"But I mean it. You're a student."

"Yeah, and I'm eighteen. Plus, it's not my fault your husband can't fuck you."

"Aiden."

"Marissa, you enjoy my dick. Let's keep it that way." I got out of the car and strolled into school.

Marissa isn't the only teacher that I've fucked. There's been a few, but she's the hottest. The first time it happened, I was a student in her class. She wanted to discuss my grades. She was giving off twat vibes, so I nailed her on her desk. It seems her husband lacked in the fucking department.

Student-teacher relationships are wrong, but I'm a bad boy. It's not like I give a fuck.

I strolled over to my locker and tossed my books inside, then headed to class. Senior year started with a bang, with my first class being a parenting class. What the fuck?

I strolled over to my seat.

"Mr. Keaton, so nice of you to join us."

The class snickered.