Everything he taught me ...

Sirena's daydream

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SIRENA
The rumors appeared to be true this time. We were getting a new English teacher only months before graduating and if any attention could be paid to the numerous rumors, he was a real hottie. Actually who cares? The thought of being in love with a teacher grossed me out ... until - him.

He entered the class with his self assured walk like some dictator. The wavy dark brown hair was a bit messy but somehow he managed to make it look elegant. Under the dark brown turtle neck he wore, a little tattoo could be recognized. He checked his silver watch, giving us a deep look, like he was trying to tell us that his time was precious to him, so we better don't waste any. Without a word he takes a piece of chalk into his veiny hand and writes down his name on the board. Professor Joshua Jenkins. „Take out your books. Page 40. Read the article, take notes.", he demands calmly, his voice sounding so deep you could barely hear it. Which probably also had to do with the fact that he was unbelievably tall. Muscles loom under his tight fitting shirt and my palms begin to sweat. He looks way too young to be a teacher. Twenty-six at most. Suddenly I find myself calculating how legal it would be to date my teacher considering I only turned nineteen last month ... Oh shit, I totally forgot that I was still in class and had to do the assignment, like everybody else already was. I actually forgot wich page we were supposed to be on. I flip trough the pages trying not to seem stressed but it's kind of too obvious that I am extremely flustered about this situation.

From the corner of my eyes I see strong arms. One on each side of me, walling me in. „What's your name?" Fuck ... If I look up, I might as well just get a heart attack. „Me?", I manage saying without a stutter (seems like acting classes are starting to pay off) „Yes. You." „Sirena.", I answer a bit to harsh, didn't mean to make it sound sassy. „Is there a problem, Sirena?" „Not at all Professor.", I smile at him, admittedly a bit too flirty. „Good. You're on the wrong page, darling." Shit. How does he do that? How is he so extremely calm? If he weren't my teacher I would've probably be sitting in his lap by now. I don't even acknowledge when he goes back to the teacher's desk. I am literally in another universe, making out with this gorgeous man right now. Daydreaming is my escape, from everything. Whenever I don't feel like using my brain, I switch into another reality. And today, my thoughts belong to you Professor.

JOSHUA
What the hell does she think she's doing? Was she just ... flirting with me? I mean, if I'm being honest, she was the first thing I noticed as I entered the classroom. She is beautiful. Would it be wrong for me to think of a student like that? Because of my early graduation and the really good scores at college I managed to get my degree faster, making me barely 6 years older than most of the students in this class. Still I kind of feel bad butterflies thinking about dating a student. How scandalous, I have to smirk as an image of possible reactions from colleagues cross my mind. She seemed to catch the smirk, because now she seems to be smiling back ... actually ... no way. What type of dream has your nasty little mind already come up with? I watch her harassing a pen with her teeth. How did it not break at the pressure from her biting it so hard. Her chest rapidly goes up and down as she struggles to catch her breath. God if only she knew how hot she was, but still, she should be doing the assignment instead of escaping into her fantasies... looks like this class will be taking a surprise exam on todays article. Let's see who breaks first, I can play this game too, you know? And I'm good at it!