Updated Nov 11, 2019.
God why the hell does Mr. Dolan have to be so cute!? His plump lips, his dark messy hair, his tight shirts-
"Y/n?"
"Huh?", you say, snapping out of thought.
"Number 2? Homework.", he says, giving you a 'are you okay' look.
"Oh, ummm...", you say, grabbing your folder and shuffling through the papers. "8."
"No. I think I'm gonna need you stay after class to talk.", he said to me while flexing his bulging muscles in his shirt.
All the 'ooh's echo through the class, but not like girly ones that's like 'omg you're so lucky' but the 'you're in troubleeee'.
You whine and throw your head into your arms. You couldn't tell or quite figure out what you did wrong, you just kind of knew. Another 30 min go by and class is over. You pack up your things and approach your teachers desk.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Dolan?", you ask, nervously.
"You've been a little off lately, and I know you have potential. Your old test scores showed it.", you nod, as he gets up from his seat to shut all door and clothes all curtains. "Now I don't know if it's something that your classmates are causing, or a boyfriend? ... but I think we need to do something to help you catch up."
"I totally agree.", you say, setting your things down, thinking you were going to stay for detention since he was your last class. "Maybe I can join a study hall-"
"Or we can stay after school and study...", he trails off as he looks at you up and down, "For you! Of course."
You giggle and still thinking this was to get you into trouble, "Look, just please don't tell my mom. I'll stay after school to study, but she won't believe me, because I 'study' every Friday night."
"So what you actually do?", he asks, crossing his arms.
"Go out with my friends.", you say, crossing your legs to get comfortable.
"Do you have a boyfriend, y/n?"
"Nope, I guess no one likes the girl who doesn't just sits still and looks pretty.", you say, playing with your fingers.
He approaches you with his rolling chair and grabs your hands, "I'd respect that, if I were your age."
You lightly smile, but inside you're like OMG MR SEXY IS TOTALLY TOUCHING ME RIGHT NOW.
"I'd also try and be the best boyfriend for you, if I were your age.", he said in a husky whisper.
He took one hand and stroked your cheek with it and you lightly blush, your blood begins to feel like it's rushing through your veins and you've never felt this way before.
"Mr. Dolan, would you like to come over my house tonight...?", you ask, holding his hand that was still stroking your cheek. "For our study session."
"I feel it'd be best if you came over mine. I know you have siblings and I wouldn't want them distracting you.", he says, getting up and walking towards his desk for a piece of paper.
"Of course not.", you answer grabbing your things and getting ready to leave.
He hands you a sheet of paper, "That's my number and address."
"Thanks, Mr Dolan.", you said nodding your head and batting your eyes.
"Call me Ethan."
"That's a nice name to moan.", you whisper in his ear, thinking it was low enough for him not to hear.
He looked up at you and smiled, "Why do you think I told you to call me Ethan?"
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Part two is coming up, but only if you comment for it
