Imagines

OC #1

OC Imagine for Sarai :)

OC=Original Character

TC=Teacher Crush

You bite your lip in anticipation as you hurry to your last class of the day, Chemistry. Your regular teacher, Mrs. Monroe, was out on maternity leave and today was the first day of class with the new substitute, who would be taking over Mrs. Monroe's class for the rest of the year.

You hurry into class to find that the teacher, whatever his or her name is, isn't here yet. About half the students are already in the classroom and you find your best friend, Grace, waiting for you.

"Dang Sarai," Grace laughs as she sees you. "Run a marathon lately?"

"N-No," you gasp, "Just didn't want to be late."

"Ahh, so you wanna see the new eye candy too," Grace laughs.

"W-What?"

"Brianna," Grace is talking about one of your other friends who isn't in your Chemistry class, "has Chem second period and told me during French that this new teacher is a guy and, I don't remember what she said his name was, but apparently he's pretty hot."

"Really?" Your eyes go wide.

"Yeah. He-"

The bell suddenly rings as the last of the students slowly trickle into the classroom. Less than a minute later, the teacher comes into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Some of you will need to get to class a little quicker next time," the teacher chuckles as your eyes go wide.Grace and Brianna weren't kidding. He IS hot.His hair is black and wavy and his eyes are a bright blue. You figure, as you watch him walk to the whiteboard in the front of the room, that he must be six feet tall, at least. You're 5'3 so he could easily tower over you.

The class watches in silence as the teacher writes his name on the board. Keith Lincoln. As soon as he's done writing on the board, he picks up a paper which, you assume, has the seating chart on it.

"Sarai Reynolds?" He calls, looking up.

"H-Here," you stutter, and blush.

"You aren't in your seat," the teacher scolds, "you're supposed to sit next to someone...Edward Reese."

Edward looks up as Mr. Lincoln says his name and you nod silently, making your way to your seat in the first row and sit down. Edward was a big guy, with greasy blonde hair and brown eyes. He always stunk of sweat and...cheeseburgers, you're pretty sure, and you fight back the urge to cringe as you take your seat.

"Today we will be learning about different chemical compounds and reactants. We'll do a lab tomorrow so make sure to take notes," Mr. Lincoln instructs, barely taking time to even introduce himself. You grab your Chemistry notebook and flip to a blank page to take notes on, but can't help and stare as Keith begins to write on the board. He's wearing a navy blue long sleeve shirt, but you can almost make out the outline of his muscles through the materiel. If you could just get closer...

"Sarai? Sarai!"

You gasp in surprise ad you shake your head, not even realizing that you had been daydreaming. Mr. Lincoln has his arms folded over his chest as he glares at you, tapping his foot.

"Sarai, I asked you a question."

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Lincoln, c-can you repeat it? The question, I m-mean." You ask, your cheeks flaming. You can hear a few students snicker at your embarrassment. He sighs, but repeats the question anyway. After a minute of drawing complete blanks, you just shake your head.

"I-I don't know," you mutter, looking down at your hands.

Mr. Lincoln sighs. "Sarai, go out in the hall. I'll talk to you in a few minutes."

You stare at him in disbelief and have to fight back tears that come to your eyes. You've never gotten in trouble in the middle of class before.

"But Mr. Lincoln I-"

"No buts, Ms. Reynolds. Hallway. Now." He commands. You nod and stare at the ground as you get up and leave the classroom. You sit against the wall just outside the door as you bring your knees up to your chin and wrap your arms around your legs.

A few minutes go by and the door opens and closes. You look to see Keith-you mean, Mr. Lincoln-standing over you. He looks around to see that the hallway is empty and looks back at you.

"Ms. Reynolds, if you can't pay attention in class, how do I expect you to handle the chemicals in our lab tomorrow?" He asks.

"I-I-"

He squats down so the two of you are now face to face. "Speak up, I can't hear you."

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Lincoln. I-It won't happen a-again."

"You're damn right it better not happen again," the teacher says, making you cringe. Suddenly, he roughly grabs your chin, making you look at him once more, and smashes his lips against yours.

The kiss is rough, but brief. You gasp and look at him in disbelief as he leans in and whispers. "Because if it does, I just might have to punish you."

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