It's Just A Class

Chapter 5

✰Miss Dirks POV✰

What the actual Fuck just happened. I cover my mouth as Jordan leaves my class room, shutting the door behind her. I look down to the floor. She bit my ear..And I moaned! 'Fuuckk' My brain Yells. 'Mayday Mayday, Red Alert!! Aleah Dirks is horny for her student!!!' My right hand comes flying up and smacks me in the face, the sound of crunching makes me snap back to the real world. In my hand is a paper that Jae gave me, Oh no.. I open it.

"I knew you couldn't get enough of me." I roll my eyes at how flirty she is, even through paper. "Let's keep this our little secret, hmm? Text me -Jae♡". Under her little note is her number. I rush around my desk and grab my phone, putting her number in my contacts like the paper will catch fire any second.

Oh I wish I could go home, I plop into my desk chair, my head hitting the desk like a brick.

After taking the time to compose myself, I decide to get out from behind my desk and take a walk around the building. It's not new, but it's also not old. It's got the basic cement brick walls, painted white, with some trashy ass tile flooring. But it's a maze, and I need to find my way around this place.

No matter how hard I try to focus on the scenery around me, my mind keeps goin back to one thing. One, person. Jae. I make a pit stop of my tour around the building to the staff bathroom. I knock to ensure no one is in there, let myself in, and lock the door behind me. My back slides flesh down the door and my ass lands on the floor. My knees come up to my chest, head hitting my knees; my hands tangle themselves into my hair as I try and discover what is wrong with my head.

I don't know how long I was in there, but eventually another teacher knocks on the door; scaring me half to death. "Anyone in here?" She asks.

"Yea, sorry. I'll be right out." I reply, dragging my body off the floor. I walk up to the sink, wash my hands and splash water on my face. I take on last deep breath before opening the door to let the other teacher in. I look up from the floor to Mrs. Maverick at the door, smile slightly, and let her walk in the bathroom.

I check my watch, 1:20 pm it reads. 'I guess I could go back to my classroom for an hour.' I say to myself. I slug my way back, 'I could really go for a glass of wine. Or something strong.' My brain says. Then I remembered, I never looked at the papers the students turned in before leaving my class. I quicken my pace back the classroom.

Reading the papers, most of these students have a lot in common with each other; they talk a lot so that makes sense. Most of them seem to be excited to have this class. Others need the credit to graduate but think they will learn to enjoy it. Then there's Jae. He answers to each question are bland, which is understandable. I guess I did kinda fuck up the rest of her senior year by having her in this class. But it's not really my fault! I didn't choose her to join my class, my boss did. She's definitely going to still take it out on me though.

I find words and write a little note on the back of her paper like I did with the rest of my students. Flipping the paper back over, I notice a sentence poorly erased at the top of the page by the directions, like a response. "Tell me about yourself!", is what I wrote. Her response, " Text me and maybe you can get to know me better." But why did she erase it? Was she unsure of whether or not she was going to give me her number. 'I might-' I start to say to myself out loud until a knock on my door stops me.

"Yes?" I call out to the person at the door.

"I wanted to ask about your first day," Mr. Spark says, letting himself in. "How was it?"

I didn't even realized what time it was, almost 3 o'clock.

"Oh, I didn't even notice the bell rung." I start. "It went pretty well. Although, the first person who showed up to class has something to say to me, not very nice."

"Oh?" Mr Spark says, intrigued.

"Jordan Nolan." I state, my boss's expression changes, understanding.

"I see. She did that to me this morning too." He sits on a table near my desk. "She's just upset that she has to take a class she doesn't need, she will get over it soon. Hopefully."

"Right, hopefully." I say, looking down at her paper still in front of me.

"Right! Sorry I must have interrupted something, I'll let you get back to that." He senses the discomfort in the air and gets up to leave. "Have a save travel home, Aleah."

"You too, Sir." I reply. He gives a brief smile and walks out my room, shutting the door behind him.

I wait until my door closes and I hear him walking down the hall, then my head drops to my desk. 'Fuckkkkk'. My mouth releases the word, disappointed in myself. 'I need to go home.'

I slowly rise from my chair, grabbing my belongings and head for the door. The building is pretty empty now so I don't need to worry about partaking in any unwanted conversations with coworkers. I find my car in the deserted parking lot, but the key in the ignition, and drive home.

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I resist the urge to face plant into my bed, I instead go into the bathroom for a shower. Piece by piece I remove my clothes; Starting with the pants, then shirt. I start the water for the shower, turn on my music. Then when the water is warm enough, I take the rest of my clothes off; my bra finds its spot on the floor, then the socks, then underwear, and step into the shower. My body slightly relaxes at the touch of the water, sending chills through it. I stand there for what feels like forever, but eventually I wash myself and hair.

After the shower, I'm wrapped in a soft towel to dry off. Still in the towel, I walk out of the bathroom and into my closet, throwing the dirty clothes into the basket to be washed. I shuffle through my shirts to find an old, baggy one, and slide into a pair of underwear. Scooting into my slippers, I walk into the kitchen to find diner and a drink. After throwing together some microwave Mac n cheese and pouring a glass of wine, I realize I haven't been on my phone for a few hours. I find my phone next to my bed and go back into the kitchen.

Accepting my thumbprint, my screen opens to what I was on last.. Jae's contact information. 'Damn it.' I forgot she pulled that card. I open the message platform, 'I might regret this, but fuck it.' I send her a text. "You know, it's kinda inappropriate to give a teacher your number."

Her response rings after a few minutes. "You know, it's kinda inappropriate that you texted me anyways knowing you could get fired. 🤷🏻‍♀️" Another text pops up. "Why did you?"

I take a sip of wine. "I don't understand how you keep going from hating my guts to borderline flirting."

Jae: "I told you I was going to make your life hell. Just didn't tell you how."

Ugh.

Me: "Don't you have homework or something to do? We should not be texting each other right now."

Jae: "Nope, and you started it."

I roll my eyes as she sends another text.
Jae: "Enjoy the rest of your night, Miss Dirks 😉"

I drain my wine, leaving her on read, and go back to my room. My bed accepts and comforts me in my time of disappointment, As I slowly roll into sleep.