Finishing my last period, Sophie and I get caught in the path of the crowd of kids charging for the door.
"You got detention with sir now"
She reminded me; emphasising the 'sir'
"Yeah, don't wait up for me. I'll text you" I groaned; as I neared Mr. O'Brien's door.
Peering back round at Sophie, she stood there arms crossed over her chest, one leg cocked out. She made an invisible blowjob hand thing and raised her fucking perfect eyebrows then wondered off.
"Such an airhead" I scolded to myself twisting my body round to reach for the handle.
"Who's an airhead Miss Mercer?"
A familiar toned voice echoes through the corridor that was earlier filled with students, rushing for the exits. Before I could even turned my body fully round or even realise that my hand was still reaching for the handle until it happened, I grabbed my irritatingly sexy teachers penis.
"OH MY GOD!!!" I yelped as I cover my face in shame. What the fuck did just happen. Holy shit I'm gonna die. I'm actually going to die!
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to grab your uh....thing like I'm sorry, please don't murder me." I whined without stopping to breath, and waving my hands everywhere like a spazzy seal. Great.
Finally calming down, I looked up at Mr.O'Brien and saw a big smirk spread across his face.
"At least let me buy you a drink first"
He said stepping aside to let my into his classroom.
I felt like a confused donkey, trotting clumsily into Christian Greys red room of pain (if you have not read all 50 shades of grey books you probably won't understand...yes...I have read all 3....twice)
"So, Miss Mer.." He started, turning on my heels so fast they could still into the floor-I'm sure if it.
"I said my name was Beckie!"
I almost growled at him. Turning back round- walking the the very back table and easing myself onto the chair, looking round the room, I saw posters with body parts and diagrams of god knows what on them, one had a massive vagina on it. Tugging my lips into a grimace I looked away to the other walls. Most of them were a light shade of cream. (50 shades of cream. I'm sorry I had too.)
Others were graffiti littered.
"Come come Miss. Mercer, at the front. here."
His raspy voice spoke, pulling a chair up the the front of his desk.
No fucking way was I sitting that close to him for an hour. Nope.
"Uh, yeah. I'm good here Thank you."
I said scrunching my nose up and poking my folder from english.
"Uh, no. Come sit. Now."
He mimicked my sarcasm and looked at me.
Lifting myself off the stool slinging my bag on my back, picking up my binder and books; walking over to him slowly not he was not breaking eye contact, but I couldn't help but to flicker my gaze to him lips, chest, legs, feet, hands, neck, jaw, hair. Basically everything. When my gaze reached its destination back at his eyes he still didn't break his psychopathic eye contact so I'm guessing he saw my little eye adventure down his God like body.
Noticing that I was no longer walking, we were just stood starring at one another. When I thought he never would Mr. O'Brien broke our starring contest but much to my surprise, his intent stare flickered down my own body, his bottom lip catching in his teeth.
Hesitating in what the hell to do I plop down in the seat, dropping my bag on the floor and putting my books on the desk and folder on my lap, looking round the room once again. There was no gap to put my legs underneath his desk, so I just sat there....looking like a plum.
It was darker at the front, the only light that was actually on was right at the back of the room. A couple of minutes passed,
Silence.
I was bored so I started to doodle in my folder, Looking up from my masterpiece to look at an even better picture that is, Mr. O'Brien.
"Hey, um. How long is there left?"
I asked, whispering. I didn't want to sound like a fog horn compared the peaceful atmosphere.
"It's been 6 minutes. So there's 54 minutes left."
He said smiling at me, leaning back in his chair- creaking of wood filling the room.
Looking back down at my work I guess I could say, I noticed that I felt like I was being watched. looking up through my lashes, I saw him starring at me,
"Yes?"
I snarled, slightly sassy. I watched as he stood up from his withering, wooden chair and walked round his desk, footsteps so irritatingly slow.
"Sir, why are you looking at me like that?" I asked
He grabbed a stool from behind me, the sound of metal scrapping across the floor, bouncing off the walls and echoing in my head. He placed the stool next to me and straddled it. Of all positions..why straddle it?!
Looking anywhere but him, his voice sounded,
"Looking at you like what, Miss. Mercer?"
Rolling my eyes, and sighing.
"Like your gonna bring out a hammer and batter me to death!"
I pursed my lips and held my breath waiting for his response.
A loud laugh/chuckle broke out, I shot my gaze towards Mr. O'Brien. He had his head chucked back and his hands firmly gripping the bottom of the shitty blue plastic stool. Veins popping up on his arms, fuck. Me.
As the loud chuckles escaping from sirs mouth died down, we were once again left with quiet.
"There is not a chance in heaven, he'll or earth that I'd ever hurt you, I'm very fond of you, Rebecca"
He said, his eyes glazed over with pure lust. A smile playing on his lips, mesmerised by him - I felt my folder slipping off my lap and crash landing onto the floor,
"Shit"
I whispered under my breath, and stood up from the stood bending over to pick it up. As I was on my knees, sir spoke.
"Pardon?"
He said, softly. Not so under my breath then. I stood up, now looking slightly down at him sitting on a little stool- made me think of a younger him. Sitting in science or something. Don't ask why I just was.
"I. My folder. Like I. It was on the floor. So I kinda pi. Picked it up."
I stuttered, we'll done. Awkwardly standing in front of him, I placed my folder on the desk - stable place, okay.
"Nice birthmark by the way!"
Sir said standing up, now it was him looking down to me. Raising my eyebrows completely taken aback to what he said..
"But how.."
"When you were bent over.."
He said smirking at the end of the sentence, dragging it out.
Rubbing my back/lower hip, where my birthmark is, embarrassment was thrown my way- like my feels for Calum Hood. [:)]
Turnings back to him and pretending to search for something in my bag, when really I was trying to get my shit together and tape it back up, I may have to try glue.
I froze instantly when a warm hand slowly glided up my forearm to my elbow where he stopped and stroked my skin, taking a massive gulp:
"S..sir.."
