One-Shots

Dirty Secret.

(Taylor's POV)

Normally, I sat in the back of the classroom, on my phone, not to be disturbed. But today, I decided to be ballsy and sit in the middle of the front row. The kid that usually sat there wasn't present today in class, so I thought I'd be better to have a little scenery change. I was always sucked up into books and football practices that I barely recognized the teacher walking in and taking a sit at the strong leather chair that sat before the class behind the huge wooden table.

If I do say so myself, the teacher was goddamn sexy. He may be shorter then me, and slightly lean, but by looking at his hard face, you knew not to mess with him. His pale face complemented by his white smile, his grayish blue eyes dazzled with joy and his short spiked hair looking softer then ever. He looked up from the papers he was shuffling through, his eyes locked on my very own and his cute pink lips cracked into a grin, causing my attention to look back down to my book, face crimson red.

'Oh god, I hope he didn't catch me staring' my panicked thoughts quickly subsided when I heard his smooth but loud voice echo across the classroom, talking about numbers and equations, this was my time to tune out of reality.

(Shawn's POV)

"And don't forget questions 1-5 for tonight's homework!" I smiled slightly, glad the day was finally over with. Students piled out of my class in a hurry, probably already forgotten about what was on the board. Sighing, I plopped down into my chair, loosed my tie and took off my glasses, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Putting my glasses back on, I looked up to see one of my students still sat in their sit.

But it wasn't just any student, it was her. Quarterback of the football team, player of the whole school, and a complete nerd when it came to literature.

A evil smirk crossed my face, rubbing my chin I devised a plan. Slowly walking towards my classroom door, I clicked the lock carefully, in fear I'd freighten her. Much to my excitement, the girl sat still, eyes glued on the book in her lap. My shoes clicked against the floor, I straightend my green tie to make me look less lay back, and I adjusted my pants in hope of hiding what I was packing.

I grinned when she still didn't notice me, slamming my hands down on top of the table, my grin widened when her head jolted back and her book went flying across the classroom.

"42! The answer is 42!" My amused expression seemed to catch her off guard, I gesterured my hand around the classroom, hinting at the fact that it was past school hours, meaning me and her were the only ones left in the building.

"Everyone has gone home, you should be too, you have a game tonight, don't you?" My smirk only grew wider, and so did the blush around her cheeks. She stuttered out nonaudible sounding words, moving her hands frequently. I shook my head in amusement, placing my hands on her shoulders to calm her shaking body.

"It's okay, Taylor. I won't tell the principal about your, unconsciousness in class" she seemed to sigh in relief, in turn making my eyes gleam with naughtiness.

"But, you do have to stay here for detention"

(Taylor's POV)

My dazed expression didn't leave my face, even when his tie left his neck and onto the floor beneath. What I didn't expect was for his right hand to be wrapped around my collar, aggressively yanking me upwards and pushing me up against the wall. His lips locked onto my neck, sucking and nibbling tender spots, causing me to grip onto my own thighs and grit my teeth. His knee found a comfortable place between my thighs, grinding up againist my heated core. I whimpered while digging my hands into his hair, yanking on it for dear mercy.