teachers toy ; jack gilinsky

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Emily;

First day of school. What a joy, right? Yeah, no. I was not pumped at all. I'm glad it's senior year, so it's my last year at this hell hole.

I groaned as I got ready. Summer goes by so fast. I don't get it - school goes at the speed of a snail and then summer just zooms by. It should be the other way around.

I didn't even care that it was the first day of school, I'm not about to dress up all nice. I'm going to wear leggings and a hoodie. Just because it's the first day of school, doesn't mean anything to me. It's just a normal day.

"Good morning honey," my mom greeted me as I got downstairs. She's way too happy in the morning.

"Morning," I bluntly said as I popped some bread in the toaster. I got a plate and a cup out. I went into the fridge for orange juice. I love having orange juice in the morning, it's so refreshing.

I ate my toast up and drank my orange juice and was on my way. My school is right across the street from my house. It's good for when I'm running late. I can just throw on shoes and walk across to school.

I was not ready for fuckboys at school this year. My school has a major problem with that. They're everywhere! It's like all I get asked from boys at my school are nudes, or they'll ask me to suck their dick.

I got to school and went to go get my schedule and made my way to my first period class; algebra. There wasn't a teacher in the classroom yet. Wow, the first day of school and the teacher isn't even in the class.

I took a random seat in the class as I scrolled through Twitter waiting for class to start.

"Hey Emily, you're in this class?" my friend Devon asked me as he took a seat next to me.

"Yeah! Finally, I have a friend in this class,"

He chucked lightly, "I feel you. But hey! We're seniors!"

We chatted a bit more until the bell rung and the teacher came into the class. He was tall and hot as fuck. Was this really the teacher?! It can't be! He can't be that fucking hot.

"Good morning class, I'm very excited to be teaching you this year. I'm Mr. Gilinsky but feel free to call me Gilinsky, or Mr. G, whichever one of those names are fine,"

It was the teacher. I was shocked at how gorgeous he was. He was tall, had brown hair that was in a little quiff.

"I'm going to take roll, just raise your hand and say here once I call your name. And tell me if I mispronounce it too,"

He grabbed a piece of paper from his desk and put it on his clipboard as he took the pen off of his desk.

"Devon Bar?" Gilinsky called. Devon raised his hand as he looked at him.

He called everyone's name and mine was called last. Which is weird, my name is usually called after Devon's.

"Emily Barrow?" he called. I raised my hand and smiled as I said "here". He gave me a smile as he started talking about how his class is going to go and such. To me, this part is the most boring.

While Mr. Gilinsky was talking, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was so concentrated in what he was doing. He would always lick his lips and push his glasses up. Fuck, he's so attractive. It's so wrong to say your teacher is hot, but I really don't care.

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hey I finally added the first part to this lmao. hope you liked it :-) love youuu.