The Woman at the Bar ➳ Dinah Jane

two

"Okay, I'm going to call roll. So, please say here before we start to move on." Ms. Hansen said to the class but her eyes were locked on mine.

Normani looked back and spoke to me, "Woah, y/n. What the hell is wrong with you?"

I broke out of my frozen stance, "Um nothing. I just remembered something."

"Y/L/N, Y/F/N." Ms. Hansen said from the front of the room scanning the area for a raised hand.

I raised mine and semi­quietly said, "Here."

She made eye contact with me once again, then looked down to continue calling other kids names'.

After she was done, she got up from her seat and pressed down her pencil skirt and got in front of her desk to sit down on the edge and cross her legs. I remember those legs. They were so soft and long. Break out of it, y/n.

"Hello class, like I said before, I'm Ms. Hansen. If that's difficult for you to say or you don't want to waste your breath calling me that, Ms. H will do fine. I am very excited to be your teacher. Now, just because I'm young doesn't mean I won't expect respect. I do. I was in your positions only a few years ago, so I know all your tricks. Don't worry, I'm not gonna be a mean teacher. In fact, I'm pretty fun if you do your work and don't slack."

"I guess that counts me out." I whispered to myself and everyone heard it causing the class to erupt into laughter.

Ms. Hansen gave me a death glare, "So, you're the one that's gonna be the class clown, huh?"

My eyes widened when she spoke to me, but I kept my cool facade that I spent the past 3 years creating, "Probably." That caused the class to break into laughter again.

"Then I guess we will have to have a talk after class to assure ourselves that we are all on the same page." She sternly said making the class 'oooo' at the retort. I smiled like it didn't effect me, but the thought of having to talk to her after class made me feel so awkward.
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The bell rang to release us from our class. The girls got up and gave me a small smile, "We'll see you at lunch, kid." Lauren winked before leaving the class with her hips swaying.

I was mesmerized by her body that she got over the summer. I mean, if she wasn't one of my best friends, Im sure I'd go for her. Who wouldn't?

I got up from my seat and tried to sneak by in the crowd but she saw me, "Ms. Y/L/N. Please take a seat."

I groaned and stopped to take my seat in the desk closest to me. After the last student was out the door, she quickly shut the door and looked back at me in distress. "What the hell are you doing in my English class?"

I gave her a confused look, "Um, I don't know. I mean, it's not like I knew you were my English teacher."

"How old are you? No, wait. I don't want to know. I can't believe this is happening. I'm going to lose my job already." Ms. Hansen said freaking out.

"I'm 17, Chill. I'll be 18 in two months, and I'm not gonna say anything to anyone about it. It's not like that's the most casual conversation to have with another person." I laughed, "'oh yeah, you know our English teacher? Her and I fucked for a full night over the summer'." I mocked.

"This isn't funny, y/n. This is serious. I could go to jail, and I need this job." She said pulling a group of pencils out of her Gucci bag.

"Don't worry, Ms. Hansen. Our little secret is safe with me." I smirked biting my lip and getting up from my seat, "It was a good secret too, and you know it."

"Oh my god, I can't believe you." She said completely aggravated. "And don't cause a ruckus in my class again. I will not let you make me look like a fool." She warned.