My Sexy Teacher (Septiplier)

Part 8

More music up there ^
Sorry this chapter took so long!:/ I hope you all enjoy though:)

Mark's P.O.V.

The car ride to the school was, to say the least, dreadful. I had absolutely no idea what to expect from Jack, the staff, or the other students...
For Christ's sake I've been here three days and I've already fucked a student! How does someone do that? I don't necessarily regret it but it's definitely not like me to do that.

What if Jack suddenly decides that he doesn't want to get in trouble and turns me in for sexual harassment? Would he do that? Would he be that shallow? Fuck, I could go to jail if he did... I should probably just stop thinking about it. Hopefully nobody notices anything different between us two and hopefully nobody heard those loud ass screams escaping Jack's mouth yesterday.

Though they were pretty hot...

"I swear to god..." muttering under my breath, I open the heavy doors to the school, feeling disgusted by my thoughts.

As I walk down the hallway, there are only about five or six people in the narrow hall, seeing as there is still about forty-five minutes till class begins. A few of them give me a small smile or nod, but no suspicion is seen in their eyes, which is a good thing.

I pull out the many dangling keys from my black, side-bag, and attempt to find the right one.

"Fucking ass butt, why isn't this working?!" I whisper/shout under my breath, fingers shaking slightly. This morning has been So. Goddamn. Stressful.

So, of course in my flurry of trying to open the door to my class room, Jack walks right up behind me, lightly tapping on my shoulder. I jump up, surprised, and spill my coffee all over my clothes.

An unexpected, girly squeal erupted from my mouth as soon as the steaming hot drink sprinted through the fabric of my shirt to my skin.

Dropping everything in his hands, Jack began quickly undoing my buttoned, white shirt, yelling out repeatedly "I'm so sorry!" And "Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

Finally getting the tight shirt off my back, the boy bends down, grabbing his full to the top, light blue water bottle, opening it, and dumping it on the chard skin.

I let out a yelp of pain, but soon realized it was helping. At least Jack knows what he's doing.

Kind of...

This one's kinda short but I wanted to have another chapter out by tonight so, here it is! I might post another one at like 12:00am but idk. Guess we'll see. Hope you dudes liked it(: buy by bye.