Narratives in the City

4. His Student (Sweet)

Staring outside her classroom window, eighteen-year-old Lydia's thoughts were running wild. It wasn't unusual for her, though. She was always daydreaming and could never seem to entirely focus in class. Then came the unpleasant sound of the bell which always brought her back to reality.

Lydia repacked her school bag for the fourth time that day and headed to her next class. Chemistry was the only subject out of eight that she enjoyed genuinely enjoyed. It was mainly because of her teacher, Lincoln Morales.

Lincoln was the definition of sexy. His body was toned and muscular, his large hands only helped assert his dominance over everyone else. He had just turned thirty but still looked as he did when he was twenty just with more facial hair. When he went to college he didn't plan on teaching science to high school students. His dream job was to be a car engineer, he wanted to be the next Elon Musk.

Though, as he went through college, Lincoln became more interested in the science behind the machines instead of the actual parts and structure. His major change in the second year and he was excited to get out in the real world and work with real scientists. Unfortunately, when he graduated, teaching was the only job he could get that was relevant to his degree. He'd been doing it for the past six years and still longed for more.

"Hi, Mr. Morales!" Lydia waved her hand excitedly at him.

"Hello, Miss Perez. How are you today?" He asked her with a light smile. Lincoln always had a soft spot for the girl and not just as his student. Something about her was so pure and alluring.

"I'm good, thanks for asking." She answered shyly while blushing. A smirk formed on his lips at the sight of her flustered.

"That's nice to hear. How about you take a seat in the front?" Even though it was posed as a question, Lydia knew it was an order. Nodding, she set her books down on the desk right in front of his.

He always felt pleased seeing her beautiful face instead of the other horny teenage girls who wore too much makeup and reeked of cheap perfume. They would always try to flirt with Lincoln, making him feel uncomfortable but Lydia was graceful and just softly looked at him. He always found himself turned on by little things like that. Especially her lips that were always plumped by her strawberry lip gloss.

The classroom started to fill up with other students. The girls glared at Lydia for taking the best seat in the room and Lincoln glared at the boys who tried to sit too close to Lydia.

"I want the boys in the front, especially those who don't pay attention. You know who you are." He said while pointedly looking at some students. Some of them groaned and moved to the front. The girls were angry for not being able to sit in the front but Lincoln knew what he was doing. The only exception was for his little girl.

It was better to have boys who didn't pay attention sit in the front than the girls who paid too much, sit there. He began to write the day's lesson on the whiteboard in the front of the classroom.

"Open your textbooks to page seventy-seven," Lincoln said in a stern tone. He quickly looked down to see Lydia had already done it and smiled softly.

A lot of people found him scary but she felt that under it all he was gentle and caring. She thought he looked especially soft when his hair was messy in the morning, probably meaning he didn't have enough time to get ready.

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One month later

Lydia was feeling excited as she walked into her chemistry class a few weeks later. It was her eighteenth birthday and she was happy to finally be an adult. Her excitement quickly died down when she walked into the classroom and saw a woman in place of Mr. Morales. Her blonde hair was up in a tight bun and she was wearing a black pencil skirt and white blouse. This should be fun, Lydia thought to herself as she took a seat a few rows back from the teacher's desk.