Imagines Book

3. New Student

THIS IMAGINE COTAINS MATURE CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. (G)

His age is 23. Your age is 17.

Grayson

It's almost December and I'm doing great with my classes. My students are not the best students but a couple of them are the bests around school. I'm a normal history teacher, but a cool history teacher.

I was ready on this Monday morning at around 6:30 am to leave to school. Before leaving I check my email once again to be sure that school is not canceled because of the weather.

I see I got new emails. Some not so important but one catches my eye as it comes from the school administration, mainly from who accepts the students to the school.

It says that I got a new student added to my 4 period US History class. That's the class where I have more students. I shake my head at the administration's decisions knowing that even though if i complain they won't change it even though they could've add her in a different period.

I see my new student's picture and her information. She just moved here, and has pretty good grades. She's a potential honor roller.

I look at my watch on my wrist, checking the time. 6:45 am. I grab all my paperwork and my briefcase. I take the keys in my hand and walk to the car. At 7 I'm already on my desk, preparing the class that is about to start in 30 minutes.

Surprisingly, there's a knock on the door. I get up and open it from inside because it's locked and I find my new student standing in front of me.

"Hello?" I say confused of seeing her 3 periods before. "Hi, Good morning Mr.... Mr. Dolan." She says looking at her schedule. "I dont know if you know but I'm your new student and I came to meet you" she says a little bit too excited to be 7:15 am.

"You didn't have to come this early, Miss." I explain not remembering her name. "Can I come in? I would like to discuss some things with you?"

I let her in and take, for the first time, a good look at her. She has a nice body. Her hair shines and falls on her back. Her skin is a little tanned, but just how I like it. "Please, take a sit" I offer and she sits at the desk right in front of me.

She start talking and we discuss some specifications. I make a reference of history and she laughed at my joke. We started talking about history and I notice she's really smart, to much to be in my 4 period.

I watch her every movement. How her lips move as she talks. The strand of hair that falls and her hand when she puts it back on place. Her chest rise and fall as she breathes.

This is the first time I think one of my students is attractive. This is the first time I can't stop watching her.

"How old are you? You seem to mature and smart to be 16..." I tell her. In her rosy lips appear a small smile. "17. I'm a senior. Sir"

The sir part killed my heart. "Call me Grayson, please. I'm not too old to be caller 'Sir'" I smile a little as she nods her head.

The bell rings and students start to enter the classroom. "You can call me if you need any help" I tell her giving her my number. "If you need help with any class, mainly history and Algebra, I would be glad to help you" I walk her to the door and see her leave as more students come in.

3 weeks later

The first week went by and she surprises me more every day. I know it is not appropriate to like her but I fall more for her ever second I'm with her.

I make sure her grades are up even if she doesn't need my help for it. She's one of the best students of the whole school.

For now, she has never needed me or called me, but sometimes she stays after school to help me with all the work I need to do and I give her community service hours.

She always jokes around and relates to historic events making my day better and less stressing.

"Can I ask you a personal question Mr. Dolan?" She says bringing me back to reality. "Of course." I reply.

"Are you married? I would love to meet you wife..." She says "Oh please, no. I'm just 25, and I'm not married. Nor I have a relationship." I laugh at her assumptions.

"Oh! Sorry, Mr. Dolan. I thought you would have someone special in your life. Like, have you seen yourself. You are super hot and I didn't know you were so young..." She trails off. "I do have someone special..." She frowns. But then I realize she called me hot.

And then it hits me.

She likes me too.

"Did you just called me hot?" I ask in disbelief.

"M-me? N-no, I did n-not." She stutters. "Don't worry, I hear it all the time." I say jokingly although it's true.

I see her relax and then she confesses.

"Actually, yes. Mr. Dolan. You are hot. You are hot, handsome, cute, you make me wet and I have dreams about fucking you. And I can't do anything more than come here and watch as you muscles flex every time you move. And I can't help but feel attracted to you..." She says really fast, but I catch every single word.

Right after she finishes talking she starts to pack up and hers ready to leave and never come back. But I stop her as I push her against the door and take her book bag from her small hands.

I kiss her lips like I've ever wanted to kiss her, with passion. I step back once we both need to catch our breath.

"I feel the same" I admit breathing heavily.

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