𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝚄𝚃𝙾𝚁 [ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ]

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I hear my classroom door open then shut.

"You're late." I say, not looking over at who it is. No one replies, so I assume they have already sat down and continue to write basic notes on my notepad. I'm soon proven wrong when I feel the sense of someone's presence beside me. I look out the corner of my eyes, only for a pair of legs to come into view. A note is placed beside my hand and for a quick second, my eyes evert to read it before turning back to the pair of legs.

"Go sit." I say, my voice more hoarse than I expected it to be and I watch as she walks away. She's wearing a plain, black hoodie which hangs off one shoulder, while her bottom half is barely covered by a short, summer skirt. As she turns to sit, she reveals that it's a dress.

Fuck.

Summer dresses are my weakness and she knows it. I catch a glimpse of her sweet, innocent smile as I move my eyes to read the note.

Please excuse the fact Miss. Marie is late. She was at the office.

Signed,

               Mrs. P.

I rip the note up and chuck the small pieces of paper in the bin. I look back up to find the class still focusing on their work...besides Elaine.

I motion for her to open her laptop and begin her work, but she doesn't follow. I let out a rough sigh.

"Elaine, If you do not continue your work from yesterday, you will have to complete it after the end of the hour." I say, my eyes on my computer screen now. I don't bother to check whether or not she has done it, it's not my buisness anymore.

Multiple minutes go by before my students begin to hand in their work. I skim through everyone's emails to make sure enough has been done.

"Harry, mate. What is this?" I sigh, motioning towards my computer.

"Shit. Must have sent you the wrong one, sorry."

"Hurry up...If you've handed it in and I haven't called your name, you may leave." I say, scrolling onto the next assignment. Elaine.

I skim read what she's written, which is no more than ten lines, before looking up to where she's normally sat. She's not there. I look over at the door to see her flower covered arse almost walking out.

"Elaine." I say, my voice firm. Her head soon pops around the door frame.

She raises a brow at me and I motion for her to walk back in. My eyes remain on her work despite me not even bothering to read it.

"Go sit back down, get your laptop out and continue this until it is good enough."

She looks at me like I've spoken complete bollocks.

"I think it's good enough."

"I don't." I sigh.

"You never do. It's all just so I'm kept back after class." She mumbles.

I look around the room, a couple students who still have not left now stare straight back at me. I finally turn to look at Elaine, the muscles under my suit tensing.

"You have written ten lines worth of work, Elaine. If you wish, you can finish it anywhere else but my room. I do not care unless the work is not finished." I don't look anywhere else but her and she nods, twirling around and walking off to the back of the room.