Trouble Teacher

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David was running late for his class. It was his favorite class to teach in fact, because you were there. You were always there in the second row, third seat to the left with your perfect curls and young features. He'd been distracted more than once by your beauty but he had to push the thoughts away. It was innapropriate for students and teachers to have relationships, let alone a high school teacher and his student. He rushes down the hall, catching fly away graded papers as he runs until he makes it to his door and flings it open. "Good morning class, sorry I'm-." He looks around the class to see it's almost empty with only 2 students sitting in the back. He sighs quietly and stands in the doorway. He was late because Angela had finally done it. She'd finally left as they both wanted and she left Zowie with him. He had to ask his neighbor to watch him for the day.

You run through the corridor, you were late because the bus broke down mid-drive so you had to walk. You spot your teacher at the end of the hallway in the doorway. "Mr.Bowie! Sorry that I'm late." You run up to him and pant. "I had to walk, the bus," you chuckle and takes a deep breath. "Whatever, sorry that I'm late, do I have to get a note?"

"Of course not. I'm running late myself. I heard about the bus anyway but I guess that the rest of class is walking too, yeah?" He tilts his head and smiles while holding the door for you. "Please take your seat and I guess we'll just have a conversational lesson until they arrive."

"Okay," You pass him into the classroom and sit in your usual desk as you put your bag on the ground. "So.. why were you late professor?" Your curiosity came in as always and you rest your head in the palm of your head.

David looks down and sets his papers on his desk. "A few personal things (Y/N), nothing to be troubled with now. Tell me, did you read the chapters last night?" He looks up from his papers and stands behind his desk with his fists on the desk. You cross your legs and blow a bubble with your chewing gum before talking. "I did, it took me a while but I get it now." You play with your hair as you get out a notebook and a pencil. "Y/N, you know my rules about gum. Chew but please don't blow," he says softly before pulling his chair to him. "Were there any difficulties you had with the writing assignment?" He flutters his eyes over his work before watching you from behind his notes as you twirl your hair between your slender fingers. You nod and soundlessly chew. "Not really. I," You pause as you search in your bag but can't seem to find the assignment. You sigh. "I'm sorry Professor Bowie, I think I forgot it at home." You cover your face. "Today is already a great day," you say sarcastically.

"It's alright, you did so well on the last one I'll let you bring it in tomorrow but please don't let the others see or we might have a riot on our hands." He laughs quietly before pulling out a book of poems by an American poet, Robert Frost.

"Thank you Professor." You smile softly as you stretch your legs forwards and starts to doodle in your notebook, something you always did when you were bored. You hum quietly as you look up at him once in a while and start to sketch him. "You're welcome." He bites his lip as he looks from your Mary Janes to your legs before looking out the window and burying himself further into his book of poems. You catch his gaze and smile before finishing your simple sketch as you sigh. You put your notebook away as the other students walk in and Professor Bowie starts the lesson.

He focuses on the chalk board and the books before giving out tonight's assignments and grammar practices. "I expect the one page by tomorrow, and please read the next chapter in your books. Take notes if you have issues because we'll be having a discussion tomorrow." He looks around the room before settling his eyes on you. "Y/N, would you please hand out the graded essays from last week?" He pulls out the stack he had on his desk earlier this morning and holds them in his hand. "Of course." You stand and walks over to his desk to take the papers from him. You give him a small smile before turning and handing out the right essays to the right people. You spot your own as the last to see you have an A. You sit back down and smile proudly. The bell rings and he sighs, knowing he won't see you at least until you pass by his door at lunch. "Bye everyone, have a pleasant day." He smiles and waves everyone off as he puts his book away. You stand up and pack your bag before walking to the door and looking back at him. "Have a good day professor." You smile and readjusts your bag on your shoulder. "Thank you, and I hope you have an even better one." He smiles softer than before and waves. "Don't forget about your assignment tomorrow."

You wave and quickly leaves out the door to your next class PE. Since it was quite hot outside the boys thought it would be funny to throw buckets of water over yours and the clothes of the other girls. You came back to the dressing room, furious and refused to put the wet clothes on. You put the wet clothes in your bag and bind your still damp jacket around your hips before you walk back into the school. It was time for lunch by now. You quickly make your way to the teachers lounge to report the boys. You usually kept your mouth shut but this time you were very annoyed. You knocked on the door to see Professor Bowie sitting in the back, sipping a cup of tea. David pinches the bridge of his nose in thought while sipping his tea, thinking about how great and inconvenient it is that Angela finally left after those miserable years. He was also thinking about nearing twenty nine and everything else involved. He lifted his head at the sound of another knock and set down his mug. "Yes Y/N?" You slowly open the door and sighs. "Professor, can you please send those awful creatures, John, Tim and Dan, from school? They all threw buckets of water on our clothes and now I have to walk around school today in my sport outfit! Plus they were in our dressing room which is so inappropriate!" You take a step in and closes the door in frustration.

He stands and walks over to you to guide you to the table. "That's awful! Now I'll need full names Y/N, not just first because I'm sure we have thirty Dan's at least. They will most certainly get in trouble for even being in the dressing rooms let alone what they did. I'm so sorry."

"Well they were John Benson, Tim Lovo and Dan Chester." You look down and rubs your knees. "I'm literally freezing and I feel so uncomfortable walking around school like this. It's cool for PE but too revealing for school." You shiver and puts your bag down, which is soggy as well now. "Would you mind borrowing an extra pair of my clothes? I don't think the office has any spare clothes left but we can try there first. I really am sorry, we'll go right now to the office if you like?" He takes his suit jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders.

"I would really appreciate that, thank you professor." You say softly as you stand and picks up your bag again. You felt slightly awkward but it was also nice to know he cared. Most teachers said they would do something but there were barely results and Professor Bowie actually took care of you, which made you feel at ease. You walk with him to the office as you gaze up at him a couple times. He looks down at you for a moment before continuing to the office and grabbing a report to fill out the names. "If you'll talk to Ms. Joan here, I'm sure she'll be able to find a spare pair of clothes for you. I'll be back, I just need to speak to the Dean about those boys and give him the report."

"Okay, thank you Professor Bowie." You smile and turns to Ms.Joan as she gives you another pair of clothes. You quickly walk to the restroom and locks yourself in one of the cabins. You dress yourself in the dry clothes, a little over sized but they were comfortable. They were men's clothes, you wondered whose they were but you didn't bother asking. You carefully fold Professor Bowie's jacket and take it back to Ms.Joan's counter. You sit down on a chair opposite of the counter to wait for Professor Bowie to return because you felt it would be rude if you just left.

A/N: OOOOOH BOY! Okay guys, confession time. I have been so busy with this idea and a couple of new ones with Roxy that I haven't had time write for a Wolf in Sheep's Clothing or Hush Dear. Hang me by my toes later but for now i will leave you with the first chapter of this book. Now, I have read many professor/teacher/student fics but I noticed how there aren't as many for the wonderful David Bowie fanbase, love you guys.

I highly suggest sticking around! I am loving working on this one and it has been in the works for months. Now a reminder to all and I don't want to hear about any shite from you lot about this! The girl, YN or you, is 16. I did my research and the age of consent in England is 16 but she ages in the story so please be gentle and don't be a prat if you don't like it don't read it and this is probably the youngest character we have ever written so it isn't like a creepy repeat pattern and I don't personally support relationships like this but we changed it from college student to high school student in Brixton. Any thoughts? And do NOT rant when I ask nicely for an opinion because I have seen some cruel stuff on here which is in NO WAY constructive. Let this be a confident creative place. If we have enough NICE AND FORMAL COMPLAINTS ABOUT AGE we will change back to college student when we have the time.

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