in which a quiet student finds herself swept up in an inappropriate relationship with her substitute English Teacher, Austin Butler
' 𝐎𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 '
austin butler x fem! oc...
𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 a loud sigh as his eyes trailed after her, there was better ways that he could of handled that situation. But like most of the time, his emotions had taken control of him. "Fuck." He grumbled, as he massaged his forehead with his fingers.
He wasn't exactly sure what had washed over him in that moment, but he knew that he had gone on to regret it. After all, it was only his first day on the job and he'd already fabricated a negative relationship with a student.
He pulled up his black leather chair and sat back at his desk, turning on the schools low budget computer as he did so. Those ocean blue eyes were instantly greeted by the bright image he had as his Home Screen background, a photo of him and his girlfriend.
As strange as it sounded, he didn't blame the jitters of it still being a new job, for his sudden outburst earlier. Who, he really blamed for this, was himself. If him and his girlfriend hadn't of gotten into such a heated argument this morning, then maybe he wouldn't of had to take out his rage on her.
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It was as if Letha had painted a ray of sunshine over her face, as she curled her lips upwards. Laid back on the grey sofa, she moved her face and body, in an attempt to encapsulate her best angles with her camera.
Her chestnut hair was flowing in loose curls across her shoulders, but not enough so that her cleavage was covered, she'd made sure of that. The only other thing that covered her body was a matching set of a grey crop top and shorts, which enriched the curves in her body.
Once she felt satisfied that she'd taken enough selfies, she leaped up from the settee and made her way upstairs. Austin was in their bedroom, combing his sun streaked hair in their large black rimmed mirror, striving to make sure that each individual strand of hair was in place.
"Why are you trying so hard? You already look perfect to me baby." Letha smiled, as she watched him get ready from the inside of the doorway. Even he wasn't sure why he was trying so hard either, he would just end up messing it up by habitually running his fingers through it anyway.
