There are three things that I hate, and never will love. 1. Tofu Fried Rice
2. My dads pet mouse
3. Mr. Lee's class.
I don't know how he got a job as a teacher. Whereas
he cares more about whether his cats have food in their bowls rather than putting in our grades.
So I'm failing his class, and passing every other one. You can tell how much this might annoy my parents. Even though I'm a freshman in college they're still overly protective. I haven't had a boyfriend, haven't had a first kiss, and if you can't tell I'm a virgin. I've always kept to myself, always just played instruments, and studied in my room alone.
Can't stand being a disappointment, don't ever want to be one. But I'm failing animal biology.
At the moment, I have math, then two classes later I'll be back in hell. God I hate him. I listen to the professor ramble on and on about the pythagorean Theorem and jot simple notes down. When he dismisses us he assigns us our homework and let's us leave.
Shoving my stuff in my bag, I hear my one and only friend, my very best friend since grade 1, Eleanor. She hooks her arm through mine and drags me to the campus café, she orders a oat milk latte, and me and Americano. We take a seat in a booth and she checks the time. Her phone screen lights up with a notification from 'Narcissistic bitch' following many skull emojis
She swipes and clears it, "12:36, class in twenty minutes, we have a bit of time," she smiles cockily "your favorite class is in just a few hours, excited?"
The waiter pops up, we take our coffee and stand up. Before she picks up her coffee I punch her arm and grab her elbow, pulling her close. "Don't. Joke." She looks me in the eyes and shrugs.
~time skip brought to you by lazy author~
When the last teacher before Mr.Lee's class dismisses us, I internally cry. No. Sob. My insides retch as I walk through the threshold of his dull and wood-smelling classroom. My seat, funnily enough, is in the front of the class.
When I sit down, he materializes in front of my desk. His right hand slaps on the desk, making me flinch.
"Ms. Y/N. You're late."
My eyes glance at the clock on the wall, right above his gallery of pictures of his cats. Which I gather there are three, Soonie, Doongie, and Dori.
"Only by like, maybe five minutes." My hand goes under my chin, my eyes staring directly into his.
His left hand goes to his left temple, "five minutes is five minutes, I'll expect you after class. Don't leave or it will be another week.", he smirks, then leans into my ear, "actually why don't I just let you not come. Another week, with you? Sounds like heaven. See you there." He leans back, fixes his tie and pivots on his heels, walking to his desk.
He leans on it, and clears his throat. I'm still in shock by the time he starts talking,
He looks at the class before smiling and clapping his hands together, "since finals are coming up for this year, and you all have been working so very hard, you have this class off, go do whatever, just be responsible."
His nerve. He looks me directly in the eye. My eyes are wide and I'm sure it shows how shocked I am. After everyone has cleared out, the only people who are still in here are Elenor, myself, and Mr. Lee.
"Elenor, I have detention." I sulk. She nods and leaves after gathering her stuff. I lay my head down. After what seems like an hour, but in reality is just four minutes, a hand slams on my desk.
I hesitantly meet his eyes, knowing exactly who it is.
When my eyes are level with his, I realize his nose is touching mine. My face burns. I'm
afraid he can hear my heart beating. I don't know how I feel about the fact my teacher has cornered me, however I can't complain (😏 😏 ) .
"You do know," he starts, taking shallow breaths, his eyes bearing into my soul, "that this is highly inappropriate, yes?"
I nod fervently.
"And you do know. I'm willing to take whatever risk," his eyes dart down and quickly up, "if it
means you're mine"
He waits a second, then brings his hand down to mine, pulling it to his neck. His hand slides
up my arm, sending shivers down my spine and back up. He stares at me, then moves in close. He stops right as his lips brush mine, but not kissing.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" He looks down at me, his lips brushing mine as he speaks. I shake my head and pull his neck, grabbing a handful of hair and pushing his face to mine.
He smiles, then mumbled something, but I'm too distracted to understand what he said.
I'm still sitting, and then I notice he's hunched over. I pull away and he smirks. I stand up and
grab his tie, pulling him to his desk. I lean against it.
He stares for a second before walking closer, I press my hands against his chest and run
them down, right above his pelvic area, then back up taking them behind his head and tugging him onto me. He licks my lip for entrance, sending yet another shiver to my feet, I open my mouth letting him slip his tongue in. For what seems like a very long time we sit there, doing nothing remotely close to what I thought detention would end up being like. I'm not complaining though.
He pulls away, and gasps for breath. I bring his forehead to mine and smile. "I'm sorry" he mumbles, I back up and cock my head.
"I didn't mean for this to happen like this, but since it did, I was wondering.." he looks at his feet, "would you like to...."
"I would love to!" I jump and wrap my arms around his neck. I peck his lips Yada yada Yada happily ever after the end 😘 😘
