My Sexy Teacher (Septiplier)

part 4

I just thought the picture above might help someone with a headache... idk.

Glancing up at the clock for the fiftieth time this class period, I see it's finally almost time for lunch. Well, when I say lunch I mean sucking sum dick if you know what I'm sayin, wink wonk. (I'm really sorry).
But anyways, I honestly don't think I've ever been more nervous. My hands are shaking quite violently and sweat spreads from the center of my Palm to the tips of my fingers. My head is filling with unecouraging thoughts, such as, what if I'm getting the wrong idea, and what if he literally just decides I'm not good enough for a God like him, and just tells me to leave?

Though I try and push these thoughts away, they seem to just creep back up on me no matter what I do... I try once more to tell myself whatever happens will be fine, that everything will be okay. I'm also failing miserably. I hear the ear-bleeding bell ring, snapping me out of my shitty attempts to be positive.

Oh well, whatever happens, happens I guess. Surprised at my sudden change of attitude, I begin putting away my notes and pencils. Of course almost every student rushed as quick as they could out if the uncomfortably warm room, so I'm left with one other kid still gathering his things, and Mr. Fischbach.

After putting everything in my binder, I stand up, very aware of the fact that Mr. Fischbach is staring at me with those chocolate eyes, I could probably melt into if I tried hard enough.

I walk up to his light tan, and wrinkled up desk, decorated with stickers that the janitor tried, and failed to wash and peel off. A pretty vase filled with three aging roses, rested sweetly at the edge of the old bent up desk. Swaying my hips ever so slightly, I approach him, making strong eye contact.

Let's just hope that kid gets out before anything happens.