Interracial Imagines ◇ JB

ms. y/ln;2

ms. y/ln;2
word count: 1502
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The last bell rung, indicating that the school day was definitely over. But, you knew you couldn't go home yet, because you had given Justin a detention that he had to serve today.

You sighed, and brought your hands up to your temples, softly massaging them. Lighting your headache, a little.

You told Justin to come right after his last class, so you could get this over with real quick.

You remembered when Justin had said you never do anything to punish him. Well, I'll punish you today, you said to yourself, as a smirk crossed your lips.

You sat at your desk, organizing your students' tests in order. You had given out a test, and was sure that about everyone failed. . .Justin probably failed, also.

Trying to occupy yourself until Justin got into the class, you took your phone out, and checked your social medias. You were sure if your boss came in, you'd be scolded for sure.

You scrolled through your feeds, seeing all the people who were requesting to follow you and some people who begged you to follow back.

After a few minutes of accepting requests, you heard a knock upon your door. You slowly lock your phone, not wanting to abandon t on your desk.

Getting up, you fix your skirt, as you walk to the door that you heard the knock at. You saw a figure on the other side, that looked too tall to be Justin. But, Justin had detention, today. . .

You get to the door and go to open it. You always closed your door after school hours. It was just out of habit. . .You did it at home, too.

You swing the door open, and there is the principal of the school. Mr. Baldwin. There he stood, grinning down at you from behind a pair of expensive looking glasses. . .

You mentally sighed, in all exhaustion. You didn't like this guy. . .

"Ms. (Y/LN)," Mr. Baldwin said, in a cheerful mood, with a smile. He was only a year older than you, and had nice looks, but just wasn't your type. He had black hair, and a few freckles here and there. You liked guys that were obviously white, with lighter hair and hazel eyes. . .Like Justin. . .

You put on a fake smile, as you wait for him to explain why he's standing in your doorway, wasting time. He noticed your smiling, "I just came here to check up on your reports," He spoke up, his eyes moving over you to inside your classroom and onto your desk.

"Oh, okay," You said, and started backing up to let him in to get to your desk. You were walking ahead of him, and you felt his eyes all over you, and you didn't want to look back to catch him. He freaked you out.

The two of you got to your desk, and reached over all your other things to get the packet of papers that were stacked neatly beside your coffee mug.

You still felt his eyes on you, as you were still turned around, not facing him. You slowly turned around, as you picked through the papers, acting like you were putting them in order. You really just wanted him to stop staring. . .

You were more than happy to get him out of the room, as you handed the papers over to him to look over them and get back to you with. The smile didn't leave Mr. Baldwin's face, as he grabbed the papers. "Thank you, Ms. (Y/LN)" He said, holding the papers into his arm, keeping his glaze on you.