Startled by the haiku that he has written, you find his brilliant school on yahoo answers maps. You drive there in your Toyota Hilux from 2015, with monster truck wheels and the engine of a 1864 Alfa Romeo. Whilst you drive to his school, you hear the song 'all I want for Christmas is you' but the Arabic dub and it reminds you of mr hegartys vlogs in Qatar, wherein he killed the crown prince of Qatar, employed 15,000 slaves live on camera for his mathematics video business, HegartyMaths. What a legend. You love the slave trade.
You sing the dub along with Mariah Carey's Arabic-speaking dub. Softly, to yourself, you just drift away as you sing.
As you somehow know the whole route to mr Hegarty's palace of a school, you start to wonder. You ponder in your thoughts for one full hour, no more, no less. You think: 'will he still be aroused? What will he do to me?" These two thoughts, and no more because you're a fucking idiot, swirl around your mind until you arrive. You see him. The man of your dreams. The mathematics teacher you just wish you had, in your bed or in the classroom, you don't care. His face lights up.
'Y/n. I've been expecting you.' He says, seductively and with an aura of arousal. 'Follow me.'
He leads you to his classroom. He takes of his shirt to reveal a surprisingly toned set of abs.
'Yes.' You think.
'This is what I want.'
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Mr Hegarty's Sexpeditions
FanfictionMr Hegarty has been trying new things. What will he try next? And will he try it on you? ;) 😳😳
