First Impressions

Sorry Professor Romanoff

First day of having a new professor, I'm so glad Mr James finally left. He was like 80 and he couldn't teach for shit. I am definitely failing English. Hopefully this new teacher will be better.

She was definitely better.

Mesmerized by her scarlett hair that fell perfectly around her face, excentrating her emerald eyes that sparkled like stars. Her smile was perfect, I could feel my heart flutter as I tried to stay focused. Her white blouse hugged her figure, neatly tucked into her dark slacks which perfectly shaped her body.

"Good morning class, I'm your new English teacher, Professor Romanoff. Since Mr James had to leave for personal reasons I will be taking over your class for the last term. I expect you to abide by my rules, listen and respect me and I will do the same for you"
Her deep voice echoed around the room, loud but calming.

The rest of what she said was a blur, I was so mesmerized that I didn't realize how long I had been staring and hadn't noticed that she'd now began to wander over to my seat. Everyone else had their heads down writing something, I hadn't paid attention to what she told us to do and began to frantically open my books in hopes she hadn't realized what i'd been doing over the past 5 minutes. The slight smirk on her face as she watched me struggle to cover my tracks caught my attention as she made her way over.

"Is something distracting you Sweetheart?" She questioned with a slightly condescending tone
"I- uh, n-" I stumbled over my words and it didn't help that her smirk got bigger every time I did.

"What's your name? And why aren't you writing anything down?" She furrowed her brows as she bent over my desk slightly so we were level. Her bra slightly peeking out of her half buttoned up blouse. Thin black lace barely covering her breasts, but just enough to cover her nipples.

I tried to keep my eyes up but they kept drifting down, distracted by the view. She cleared her throat after noticing me staring at some place other than her eyes. I stuttered,
"V-Violet Dickins. Sorry professor R-romanoff" I blurted after composing myself.
Her smirk still prominent, she leant closer to me so her mouth was next to my ear and I could feel her warm breath against the side of my face. My heart began to pound as if it was going to burst out of my chest. I could feel my palms starting to sweat as I sunk my nails into the side of the chair, crossing my legs ever so slightly to stop myself from drenching the seat.

"There's no need to be nervous, darling" She husked before gently tracing her index finger along my arm and walking down to the front of the class to continue teaching since most of the students had finished writing.

I frantically wiped the sweat off my forehead and quickly peered around the room to see if anyone else had witnessed what had just happened, but everyone seemed to be paying attention to the lecture. I tried to pay attention but I couldn't focus after what had just happened.

All it took was ten minutes before I was in another trance in awe of her perfect figure. This time I didn't even hear her calling out my name until she raised her voice.

"Violet," Professor Romanoff called out. But I was too distracted by what had just happened to realize the whole class was staring, waiting patiently for me to answer.

She cleared her throat before repeating what she had said before raising her voice slightly in hopes of snapping me out of my panicked daze "Violet?" I could hear her voice echoing through my ears like a faint ringing sound, still lost in my mind trying to piece together everything I had just experienced.
She cleared her throat once more, getting ready to repeat her words again this time even louder "Violet?!" By now the whole class was staring daggers at me waiting for me to snap out of my extended daydream. The girl sitting beside me began nudging my arm to let me know what was going on, I looked up confused and professor romanoff spoke once more.

"Violet, may I please see you outside"
"Y-yes ma'am" I panicked, thoughts flooding through my head of what she's going to say.

Oh god she probably hates me. She probably thinks im such a bitch shes caught me twice not paying attention what the fuck do I do now?