Teacher x Student. Femdom. Badboy x Badgirl.
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"Admit it, bad boys do it better."
"Only if you admit, bad boys love to be punished."
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Zach Wilson
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In the halls of a seemingly perfect high school, where popularity and power reign...
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I walk upstairs to her room, humming a random tune. Picking up my bag, I was about to take out my books when my eyes fall on the balcony.
I silently walk towards it and draw back the curtains. It was still dark and was raining heavily but you could still see the surroundings, not far, but still enough to tell that it was a sight to behold.
I open the glass doors a little, the next second cold air hits me, causing goosebumps to appear. Tiny little drops of rain hit my face, the cold air running through my hair messing the already messy hair, it kind of felt peaceful.
I inhale the chilly air filling my lungs to their capacity and look at the surroundings ahead which were not visible clearly because of the dark weather and trees that surrounded us but you could still see neighboring houses, just like my teacher's, although each of them were a little far from each other.
Her sweet smell hits me first, and I take a deep breath again— of the cold air I tell myself, from the corner of my eyes I see her standing up beside me.
"Partially the reason why I live on the first floor." She says looking at the river.
"Partially?" I asks confusedly.
"What, you thought I lied before?" She say innocently, crossing her arms.
A chuckle leaves my mouth. She turns to me and closes the balcony door. "You're going to ca—"
I sneeze turning my face to my shoulder.
"—tch a cold." She finishes rolling her pretty eyes.
"I am fi—" Sneeze. Fuck.
"Come on sit on the bed I'll turn on the heater." She says getting a remote from the side table and turns on the heater.
"Honestly ma'am I'm fine—" I start but she ignores me.
"Sit down." She cuts me off and pulls up the warm covers.
"I'll make you some soup. Anything you're allergic with or anything like that?" She asks and I shake my head in answer.
God damn, I feel like a little kid.
She nods and walks out of the room. I sigh, having nothing to do I take out my phone to kill time.
5 minutes and I was bored already. Just as I was about to get up, the door opens, and in walks my teacher, with a tray in her hands.
She sets the tray, which had a bowl of steaming hot soup, beside me and sits near the edge of the bed.
She hands me the bowl and I silently take it. "Thank you."
She nods as I taste the soup. God, She has magical hands or what? No exaggeration I would seriously leave junk food for this.
My eyes widen a little when I see her hand coming towards my face, but then realize she's just checking my temperature.
"A little fever too. Finish the soup, I'll get you some medicine. Anything you're allergic with?" She asks gently putting away some locks of curly short hair from my forehead.
