Substitute Teacher || Septiplier

Chapter Fourteen

The school day went by slower than any day ever. The last day of school usually went by quickly, but today felt like each minute dragged on like a year. By the time lunch rolled around, I felt like I had spent 300 years just in the prior period. My nerves were too ecstatic to settled.

Mark had been on my mind every second. Today was the day. Finally, it was today. I was craving for this school day to be over and be with Mark, at his house and alone. We had been texting all day, but our conversations seemed strained. Our minds were both too preoccupied with the thoughts of what would happen tonight. 

Lunch was the fasted period of the day, but it still felt slow. I made my way to fifth period, happy that there were only two class periods left. Yet again, they always took the longest.

When I reached my seat, I quickly pulled out my phone and opened messenger. 

Sean: Today is taking way too long.

Mark: Tell me about it. I just want to be right on top of you and give you more hickeys in new areas ;)

Sean: No, I'm the one giving you hickeys. And don't you dare say that it won't happen, I'll give them to you in your sleep if I have to.

Mark: Kinky, I like it.

Sean: Oh, shut up ya goof. How many minutes left of this class period?

Mark: Sean, the bell literally just rang. You have the whole class period and two more.

Sean: Ugh. Ughhhh. I'm going to throw a fit.

Mark: As cute as that would be, how about you don't?

Sean: Nah. Nope, Imma do it. Imma flip this desk right here. I'll roll on the ground screaming.

Mark: Sean, don't do that.

Sean: Yeah, I'll try not to. I'll be right back, I have to urinate.

Mark: What the hell?

Sean: I have to pee if that makes it better for you to understand 

Mark: I know what urinate means, I've just never heard anybody say it.

Sean: I've heard Fire say it.

Mark: Who?

Sean: Never mind. I'm going to the bathroom

I locked my phone and raised my hand. The teacher looked up at me will dull and bored eyes, but raised their brows as a cue to let me ask my question. "May I use the restroom?" They nodded and looked back down at their phone. I wonder what they were looking at. I got up and made my way to the bathroom.

I walked into a the first stall, as nobody else was in here. The stall was littered with weird drawings and explicit language. No wonder the faculty hated us. When I finished, I walked over towards the sink and began to wash my hands. 

Now was when I regretted telling Mark I was going to the bathroom. Halfway through rinsing my hands, I heard the bathroom door open. I didn't bother looking up; it was probably just a random student. But when I felt a pair of rough hands grab me by the shoulders and push me against the wall next to the sink, I knew it was Mark. 

His hands moved down and grabbed my thighs, picking me up and leaning me against the wall for support. My legs automatically wrapped around him so I wouldn't fall. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, eager and hungry. I let out a soft moan, and he used that opening to slip his tongue into my mouth. 

I ran my hands along his chest, trying to unbutton his shirt, but he broke away from the kiss to say, "Don't, not now." He leaned back into the kiss, and I sighed in sexual frustration. My hands moved up into his hair, grabbing it gently. A low growl-like noise came from the back of his throat and I felt my face go red. 

He slowly parted from the kiss and set me back on the ground. I smiled at him, and he smiled in return as he walked over to he paper towel dispenser. Grabbing one, he wiped around his mouth to get rid of any extra saliva. "I really hated to break that up, but I have to get back to class." 

I groaned, but nodded. "At least this made some time pass. I'll see you later."

I turned around and headed towards the door. Before I got to open it, I felt a hand slap my ass. I turned around with a surprised face, and I saw Mark wink before he headed into one of the stalls. Shaking my head, I headed out of the bathroom.