Warning: teacher/student relationship, drug/alcohol abuse, sexual abuse.
Inspired by Scomiche_69 's story That Frozen Heart. Please go check out that story it's AMAZING. Okay love y'all!
~Dylan
I woke up in Josh's dirty little apartment and quickly realized that I was completely hungover and very late to school. I got up noticing that josh wasn't next to me. I shrugged and grabbed a joint from his bedside. I took a couple hits before swinging my backpack over my shoulder.
When I got to school my headache was finally subsiding. I walked up to my locker and felt a smack on my ass. I snapped my head around and bit my lip looking at Cameron before winking at him. He walked by with a smirk and I turned back to my locker.
My boring classes went by unbearably slow until I only had art left. I was actually going to make it on time when my dealer caught me off guard by pulling me into the bathroom.
"What the fuck Dan?" I asked once the door closed.
"Suck my dick and I'll give you some really good stuff." I rolled my eyes.
"Not in the mood. I just wanna get through this day and smoke when I get home. I don't need-" he cut me off by pinning me to the bathroom wall.
"You're doing it either way, so do you want the stuff or am I gonna have to force you." He said with a dangerous tone scaring me slightly.
"Fuck off Dan!" I yelled and went to push by him when he grabbed my wrist. He pulled me into the handicap stall quickly causing me to stumble back into it.
He left about five minutes after the bell rang leaving me sitting stunned on the bathroom floor. I couldn't believe he'd actually made me do it if I didn't want to. He was probably just horny and needy. At least I got some good stuff out of it.
I took a deep breath and walked to my art class. I walked in, "yeah yeah, sorry Nick I know I'm late. Won't happen again." My classmates giggled but when I looked for the old figure, he wasn't there.
Instead my eyes were met with a tall blonde blue eyed hottie with a tie. "And who might you be?" I asked cocking an eyebrow.
"Oh my god Mitch." Jasmine in the front row laughed and put my hands up in surrender.
"What? I can't ask who this hot-" the tall man cut me off.
"I'm Mr. Hoying. I'm going to be your art teacher for the rest of the year. Now will you sit down, or are you not done disrupting the class?" He asked and a few kids said their "oooos"
I walked to my seat directly in front of where he was standing and bit my lip, "sassy and hot. I can get used to this." Jasmine hit my shoulder.
Mr. Hoying rolled his eyes and continued talking about his syllabus or something. I stopped listening and put my head down. I was almost asleep when I heard a loud smack by my ear. I jumped up and glared at Mr. Hottie when I realized he had just clapped in my ear.
"Nap time is over Mr. Grassi." He said and I rolled my eyes leaning back in my chair.
"Now would you like to tell me what I just said?" He asked and I sighed.
"You said and I quote," I deepened my voice slightly, "'Nap time is over Mr. Grassi.'" I said and a few people giggled.
"How about before that?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.
