Bored. Don't know why. Just bored. Staring out the window I fiddled with my lip piercing with my tongue trying to get it through the loop. I kept my concentration on what the teacher was saying but I lose my concentration when I look at Mr Warner.
"Avril?" Mr Warner asked tauntingly, I shrugged staring at his drawn on eyebrows, "When did the world war 2 end? Come on its not a hard question." He said spreading his arms out.
"1945 sir." I said then began staring out the window again.
Mr Warner was the strangest looking man. He has a full head of ash black hair which is shoulder length, his face is quite long and his lips are plump and dark. Body shape... thin. He has a low, sexy voice which I could listen to all day; colourful tattoos run down his arms and neck, his face as pale as snow. He's not fit... he's beautiful.
"Good." His voice could melt chocolate. He carried on with his lesson in his sexily seductive voice. "Avril? Avril?" He was stood infront of my desk, so close I could feel his breath on me. "Stay after lesson OK?" That moment I had to look into those eyes. Those eyes, left super light blue, right chocolate brown. Sexy. I nodded slowly with my boring green eyes fixed on his left eye. I began tapping my fingers and getting nervous, what did he want me for after class? After class was end of the school day, why couldn't I go home?
Half an hour passed and the end of class was near, the closer it got the more nervous I got.
End.
The class filed out the class which left me, on my own with Mr Warner. He started to pack away. What was going on here?
"C'mon, we gotta get going, I'll explain in the car." He put his black coat on and walked out of class with his bag.
Grabbing my bag I followed him out of the classroom then out the back door, that was interesting since no one ever sees him outside school, rumor has it he lived in the basement which was stupid as this school didn't have a basement.
Outside was a sleek, black Ferrari. Teachers get that well paid? I thought. He opened it, took my bag and put it in the boot of the car.
I got in then he got in, we sat for about a minute in silence then I spoke up, "What's going on?"
"Look, I'm not exactly who you think I am. I am a teacher, but, I'm Marilyn Manson."
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Born Villain
FanfictionMr Warner is a teacher at Avrils school, but who would think Mr Warners name was Brian Hugh Warner (If you don't know who that is don't even bother reading because you are no fan)?
