"Uh, Bitch!"
Dyson scolded from the floor, Sophie and I basically died of laughter making our way to our seats.
"Who's are teacher again? I can almost guarantee that we'll get an old, annoying guy again, for the 3rd year in a row"
Sophie whined; a majority of the time it was Soph just talking too her self, I didn't tend to join in. Whole conversations she can have; all one sided.
"It's Mr. O'Brien; I think he's..."
Before I could even Finnish a loud and low male voice echoes through the room.
"Quieten down please everyone."
I think every girls' ovaries just exploded; Sophie was kind of having a fit in her blue plastic stool.
Sir sat gracefully down in his chair. His jaw line sculpted to perfection, veins popping out of his arms, hard masculine chest, dark hazel eyes that burned like coal and dark, messy hair that would tangle around his fingers like a net catches fish. He was the sexiest thing alive.
Looking around the room, studying each and every student; then his eyes fell upon mine. A long, tense stare held for a minute or two.
"Hi, sir."
Dyson said, trying so hard to sound seductive; leaning on the desk a little on her elbows pushing her arms together to try and enhance her boobs, but harshly failing. Her army of skanks mirrored her actions and twiddling their hair between their fingers and softly giggling. The boys just groaned and sat back in their chairs a lot like myself and Sophie.
Sophie and I just exchanged a look and mimed the slutty girls at the back and burst out with laughter, literally crying into out sleeves.
"You! What's your name?!"
Sir said, starring into my soul. Jesus it's Satan!
"Beckie Mercer. That's Mia Dyson just incase you wanna search for her on tinder"
I giggled pointing at the Queen B of sluts R us. The rest of the class burst out laughing. I don't even know what's happening I'm never like this.
"Beck you tit what are you doing?!"
Sophie whispered but still giggling resting her head on the table.
I just sat their still staring at sir and he stared back, I raise an eyebrow at him and he mirrored it.
"Well Rebecca"
"Beckie!"
I corrected
"Well then Beckie, you've earned your self an after school detention."
He smirked, like actually smirked. Oh.
"That's not even a thing here!"
I stated, eyes wide, and alarmed.
"It is now"
He said looking down at the register, well.
"What the hell happened there?!"
Sophie nudged me, kind of startled. "Your usually buried in a book and quiet as hell I mean don't get me wrong that was fucking brilliant; but are you high?"
I fake gasped and put my and on my chest like they do in shitty movies and laughed, "I'm not high thankyou very much, I have no idea what happened; but I guess someone had to fucking say it"
"Mia Dyson?"
Sir called out reading the list of names;
"Yes sir"
She said smoothly, raising her hand high in the air and slowly lowering it and stroking her neck. He only flickered his eyes up for half a second before looking away and pulling the corners of his mouth down into a grimace.
"Sophie Winchester?"
He called out, his voice in the same low, harsh tone.
"Yeah, here"
Sophie cleared her throat before answering, a couple more names rolled by before actually getting to mine.
"Rebecca Mercer?"
"Beckie!"
I said in annoyance, inhaling a load of air, raising my eyebrows and leaning back in my chair. "Fucking hell how hard can It be?" I said under my breath.
"Pardon?"
Sir had oh so snake like, made his way in front of my desk and rested his hands on the table and lent over me; id be lying if I said It wasn't a little sêxy.
"Nothing!"
I pursed my lips in hesitation, and to hold back the desire to grab his face and snog him.
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After that painful class; the rest of the day flew by. I only had 2 lessons with Soph on a Monday, and that was 1st and 6th period.
I avoided Dyson and Mr.O'Brien for most of the day, both reminding me of the dreaded non-existing after school detention which I'm hoping lasts only 10-20 minutes and writing lines or some pointless crap.
I felt like a sinner for most of the day, thinking about sirs features and the way he moves, basically the definition of perfection with legs.
