babydoll - luke hemmings

babydoll :: 02

"he doesn't think that I'm that fuckin' dumb does he?" - Melanie Martinez , Sippy Cup

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isabelle's p.o.v

I pulled the short skirt up my legs until the hem of it fell in the middle of my thigh. call me a slut, but these clothings were vital to surviving in that hell hole people call school.

the pupils in my school loved my dressing. they thought it was sexy, sweet and entertaining. the boys at my school would always try to look up my skirt which I hated, but I would plaster a fake smile on my face and tolerate it.

I put on my crop top that showcased my white lace bra and I put on a white choker with a ying yang pin hanging from the middle.

after my process of putting on makeup - mascara, eyeshadow, lipstick, bronzer, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.

my brother was eating his breakfast while my dad was reading the newspaper. my parents didn't really approve of my dressing. they tried to get me to change my ways but once I made it clear that I wasn't, they gave up.

"daddy." I greeted and placed a kiss on his cheek. I still had a really close relationship with my dad. my mom hasn't been home lately though, it's not like I liked her that much anyways.

I took an apple from the fruit basket and placed it in my bag, for lunch break later on. I bidded my dad goodbye and slipped on my combat boots, making my way to my Range Rover in the driveway.

yes, call me rich, because I am. I'm not bragging though. my dad is a CEO at the Ferrari company and my mom is a fashion designer for Victoria's Secret. that kinda explains how much lace lingerie I wear.

I started up the engine and drive to school. the drive was short but it was filled with so much things. I thought alot. about how much the boys would react to my choice of clothing, how much work I'd be given today, but most importantly, mr hemmings.

he's irresistible. his lip ring was so attractive and the way he bit his lip while marking the math papers that had been handed in on that day.

It's wrong to have these feelings. but once it strikes, there's no stopping it. He's one of the reasons why I dress like this. I don't know if he notices me or not. let's just hope that whatever I'm doing, will be paid off.

I walked into the school hallways, immediately earning the attention of the jocks or basically every male present in the room.

all the boys, or shall I say, men (because they get offended when I refer to them as boys), are complete manwhores. they fuck you senseless and leave you after they've got what they wanted.

but not for me. you see, I'm a virgin. surprised? yeah, I thought so. I refuse to give my virginity to anyone who I'm not in love with. and in this case, I don't think I've fallen in love yet. but who actually knows what the true meaning of love is? that's right, nobody.

although I'm a virgin, my looks says otherwise. I look like a slut who would get on their knees just for someone's cock. but you know what they say, looks can be deceiving.

I opened my locker and took out the books needed for my next lesson, which was math. lucky for me, mr hemmings was my teacher. wonder what today would bring us...

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"mr hemmings?" I said while raising up my hand.

his face lightened up at the sound of my voice which I was trying to make it sound a bit more high pitched and innocent. he smiled, his dimples showing as he nodded, which I took as an indication to continue with my question.

"can you help me with question 8 after class? I'm a bit lost." I said, scratching the back of my head.

he hesitated before nodding slowly.

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my head snapped up when the bell rang. students began to pack up their belongings and exit the classroom, making their way to the cafeteria for their lunch break.

soon, it was only me and mr hemmings left in the class. I walked up to his front desk, with the question paper held in my hand.

"you needed help?" he asked. I nodded and he took the paper away from my hands. he scanned through the questions before furrowing his eyebrows

"this is very easy, you should've known this in freshman year."

I looked down to my shoes. I actually was excellent in math. I was a straight A student but I was failing math, purposely. it's stupid right? but I just thought it would make me stand out more.

"you've been failing math, isabelle. you know what can happen if you don't pass your end of the year exam," he sighed. "you may have to retake this class again."

it's not like I would mind, just another year with dear mr hemmings.

"what can I do?" I said, with hope in my eyes.

"I don't know, I could give you extra credit but, I don't know how."

I walked behind his desk, bravery overcoming me. I straddled him in his chair, I felt a growing bulge growing underneath me. I smirked and whispered into his ear.

"I know what I could do." I said seductively.

who knew this day would turn out like this?

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a/n ; y0000 hey im sarah & idk how to write these types of stories but hey, its worth a shot right?