teachers toy ; jack gilinsky

eight

Emily;

I walked into algebra and sat down immediately, hoping nobody would talk to me.

And that's when I was wrong. Devon walked in and sat across from me, just staring at me.

"Did you do the homework?!"

"There was homework?" I asked, because I don't remember Mr. Gilinsky assigning any.

"Yeah, and there's a test today too!"

"What the fuck!" I yelled. Awesome, more stress added on top of all my stress. All this stress made me want to chop my head off and feed it to my dog.

"Emily.." he started. "I'm just kidding! There's no test today and I don't think there was homework. If there was, I would have known."

I got up and hit him on the head with my binder. And when I turned around he slapped my ass, hard, making me scream.

"Devon! Don't do that,"

A smirk appeared on his face, as he bit his lip.

"Well why not? Your ass is very nice, can't help but slap it."

I rolled my eyes. "You're a pig,"

"I could be your pig,"

Did he just tell me he wants to be my boyfriend?

"What does that mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like,"

"And what's that?" I said, raising my eyebrow, looking very confused.

"It means I want to be your boyfriend. I want to spoil you, make you happy, make you laugh, smile, cry, angry. I just want to be yours, Emily. You make me so happy, and I don't want to be with anyone else."

I was so.. speechless at his words.

"Devon.. I- I don't know what to say. I'm so flattered at your words."

"I meant everything babygirl. So what do you say? Will you go out with me?"

I opened my mouth to say something when I got interrupted.

"Ok class, time to start class!"

Fuck.

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lol this chapter sucked sorry.

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