I'm just a teacher (Never fall in love with a young thug pt 2)

Chapter 25

*August p.o.v*

I smiled slightly as I neared June's classroom. There was still a half an hour before class started but I wanted to mess with her. I might not be the smartest person in the world, but I knew for sure June wanted me. And as much as I hated to admit it, there was something about her that intrigued me. And that was weird. Very few people could catch my attention and I liked to keep it that way. But there was just something about her.

I knocked on the door, leaning against it momentarily. Seconds later the door opened slowly, revealing June who frowned once she spotted me.

"What are you doing here? Class doesn't start until 8:30," She spoke hastily.

I gave her a half smile, pushing myself through the small opening of the classroom. She sighed deeply, stepping back into the classroom and closing the door. I plopped down on the desk of the front seat.

"Ya look nice,".

Her head was down while she stood behind her desk, looking at some papers.

"Thank you,".

I twirled my chin hair around my finger, watching her intensely.

It was silent for a couple minutes as she shuffled through papers, finally she sat down and looked up at me.

"Why are you here so early August,".

"I wanted ta see ya'," I smirked.

She chuckled, shaking her head from side to side.

"Whatever game your playing it's not working. I'm your teacher, you're my student. That's how we'll always be,".

I scooted off of the desk and walked towards her desk, planting my hands on the wooden desk.

"So ya don't like me," I inquired, watching her reaction.

She rolled her eyes, looking up at me, her voice lowering.

"Look August I like you. I really do. But I'm keeping things strictly school related, I can't lose this job,".

"How ya figure ya gon' lose ya job?".

"Teacher and student relationships are strictly prohibited, plus you're 17 and I'm not going to jail," She explained.

I removed my hands from her desk, walking around it until I was right next to her.

"Ya ain't gonna go to jail June," I laughed, letting my fingers trail along her bare arm. "We can be secretive ya know,".

"No August," She responded seriously.

I let my fingers fall to the top button of her black shirt, unbuttoning it.

She reached her hand up, grabbing my wrist. Her eyes glanced up at me.

"Seriously, stop,".

"Ya know ya don't want me ta stop,".

Her grip on my arm loosened uneasily.

I leaned down, my lips dangerously close to her ear.

"Tell me ta stop again,".

I could hear her breathing heavily as I unbuttoned each button on her shirt until I reached the last one. Underneath her shirt, she had on a red lace bra, and a toned stomach.

"Jus' say stop,".

The door swung open quickly, causing June to jump up from her seat with her shirt wide open and an embarrassed look on her face. I stood up too, turning around.

"Oh my gosh," She gasped, placing her hand over her mouth.