Yes, sir

CHAPTER 1

CLARE'S POV

"Bonjour, bande de jeunes" the teacher said.

I was sat in the front row, Leila was next to me and our desk was pushed tight against the teacher's desk. I had already zoned out from what he was saying since his crotch was right in front of my face as he walked and talked. I couldn't help wondering how big his dick could be and whether he was married or not. It would be weird if he was, because a) I was staring at his genitals and b) because he seemed pretty young.

I snapped back to reality when Marcel, sitting behind me, nudged my shoulder.

"What?" I whispered, glaring at him.

"What are you looking at?" he pretty much laughed.

I was about to sass him when someone sassed me first.

"Miss, I'm certain that you're talking about passioning Athens and its democratic values, you can certainly repeat the meaning and etymology of democracy since you have been paying a lot of attention?" The teacher snapped.

I mumbled a 'sorry' before cussing at him in my head. Fuck this dude.

History lesson sucked, but we were successfully at the end with this torture, with five minutes left. I started packing my things very calmly so I wouldn't get sassed again, when the door opened, revealing a tall blonde lady with two tiny dimples near her chin, I intently watched her as Mr.Romathen literally jogged to her like a damn puppy and by the way his face was bright red, I knew this was his girlfriend.

"I like his teeth," Leila said, dragging me out of my staring session.

"You like his teeth? You have like a teeth fetish or something?" I laughed at her.

She pulled her tongue at me and I rolled my eyes before setting my eyes on his mouth, that's when I actually got to see his face a little better than his crotch. His jawline was the most prominent feature of his face, they were deep and squared his face beautifully, his lips were pink and wet from the numerous time he licked them.

"Look at his jawline," I whispered to my desk neighbour.

"And his lips," she sighed and stared at him.

And that was basically it, the bell rang and as we went out to get some food, gossiping about Mr.Romathen and his girl, about his face and what not. Lexy joined us to our self-assigned corridor.

"I think I already have a crush on someone." Leila said.

"Again? Already?" Lexy face-palmed herself.

"You're such a whore," dissed Marcel.

"Who is it?" I giddily asked.

"Can't tell you, you'll make fun of me," Leila pouted at us.

"Oh come on, what does he look like?" Lexy asked.

"I can give you a hint: he's got Mr.Romathen's teeth," she foolishly smiled.

"What?" Lexy widened her eyes.

"What?" Marcel looked horrified.

"She's been staring at our history teacher's face and since she's been having a teeth fetish," I calmly explained.

They both laughed their lives out and that's when I realised how ridiculous it really was, but whatever. 

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A/N: It gets better...hopefully.