Spencer Charnas One Shots

LXXVII. Not Just a Failed Test [DwMC pt. 2] *

It was a Friday, okay? I just wanted to go to a party with some friends after school, so I thought nothing about my outfit: a pair of black combat boots, fishnets, a short skirt with spandex shorts attached to it (a skort if you would), a long sleeve, full leather shirt with a boob window, and a hoodie over it. Didn't. Think. Twice.

Until I was in stats. Nothing was on my mind except the party, beer, and making out with random guys and gals I didn't know. And of course finishing my work that was due today. I had already pulled it out before Mr. Charnas started talking.

"Alright, I am not in a good mood today. Therefore, you'll be taking a quiz to shut your mouths. I'm curving it, so don't worry. If you didn't finish your work, you can finish over the weekend." Mr. Charnas started to hand out papers. I felt like I was dripping in sweat, so I sipped my hoodie over my head and sat it on the desk next to me. I pulled out a pencil from my bag just as I saw my quiz being sat down, but Mr. Charnas' hand stayed on it.

I looked up at him to meet his gaze. His jaw was clenched and I saw a different type of look in his eyes. "Stay after class," he whispered to me. I gulped and began working on my test. I decided to slip the thought of his tone from my head.

Of course, I was the first to finish. I stood and walked my paper to his desk, smiling and handing it to him. Mr. Charnas looked up at me and glanced over my test — all two and a half pages. I stood waiting patiently, until he flipped it to the front and wrote a big 'F' on the front. "What the hell!?" I almost screamed.

"Sit down, Y/n."

"No! I did all of those—"

"Sit down!" Mr. Charnas raised his voice at me. I was planning on going about my day as normal, but this ticked me off.

"You have no right to yell at me." I said calmly. My jaw was now clenched like his was. He stood up, this time being taller than he was when I wore my platforms. "You don't scare me," I snapped at him.

"Fine. Detention," he said. I scoffed and threw my hands up,

"What the hell!?" I shouted. At this point I could feel everyone's eyes on me, burning through my back. Mr. Charnas seemed to get a little angrier, just looking at me.

"Get to your seat before I send you to the office. Then maybe your 'perfect record' won't be so perfect anymore. Didn't you apply for a few Ivy League schools? Wouldn't want to get declined, would you?" His voice was strung with venom. I slammed my hand against his desk before turning and walking back to my desk. I slumped down into my seat and put in my headphones, blasting my music so I wouldn't get any angrier.

The end of class came and I was the first to storm out of there. I was already coming back for detention, so why the hell did I need to stay after class too?

*

I walked into Mr. Charnas' room and threw my bag down. Once I heard the door click, I started yelling, "What the hell, Mr. Charnas? I aced that test and you know it! And now detention?" I stomped over to his desk, walking behind it and standing in front of him. "You can't just-"

I was going to keep yelling at him, but I couldn't. I was pulled down from the choker around my neck, my lips now smashed against his. Mr. Charnas' grip on my shirt made it to where it was digging into the back of my neck. If I wasn't so angry, I would have easily melted into it.

His hand moved up to my jaw as he pulled me down to him harshly. I ended up against his desk, my ass pressed against the edge. I had my hands on the arms of his office chair, trying to fight back. It seemed like my efforts weren't working, because without breaking the kiss, Mr. Charnas stood up and grabbed my hips, making me sit on the desk. I yelped at his hard grip which made him remove his lips from mine.