not right //Joshler smut

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I tap my thumbs mindlessly agaisnt the wood of the desk, the smooth finish feeling soft against my skin. I wait for the bell to ring as I sit on the edge of the red chair anxiously. More and more students flood the room. 

Finally, the bell rings, signalling the start of my first day in college. First period I have photography which isn't too bad because its one of my favorite things. I fiddle my fingers nervously in my lap as a man with a huge forehead takes the empty seat next to my left. 

I look at him as he lets out a yawn, "too early for this shit".

I awkwardly nod before turning my gaze to the floor. I bite my chapped lip in thought as I wonder where the professor is.

A few minutes past as I listen to the kid with the big forehead talk to this girl with two toned hair about how great his summer was. I stopped listening when he started talking about drugs, that just wasnt my thing.

Finally a voice comes from the front of the room, "Hello class, sorry im late". I lift my head for my eyes to find the most beautiful man ive ever seen. He has blue hair a sleeve tattoo that was absolutly stunning. He wore a white take top with way-too-big arm holes so his stomach was in veiw as he stretched to the side to grab the chalk. He scribbles out "Mr. Dun" in messy writting

"Okay, Im going to start with attendence. When I call your name, say here and raise your hand so I can put faces with names", he states before grabbing the green clip board.

As he runs down the list of names, I wait patiently for him to get to mine.

"Tyler Joseph", he says before looking up.

I raise my hand, "here". His eyes find mine, melting into me like the cream into coffee. 

Mr. Dun smiles and muttering a small, "nice to meet you".

Soon after he is done with attendence, he goes over the syllabus.

"This class will be based on effort, not skill. We aren't all great artists here, so lets not laugh at other work", he says before moving on.

He hands us out a paper that says project on the top as I mentally sob for my hatred of people and because of my social anxiety. The room fills with grunts and "but its the first day". 

Mr. Dun returns to the front of the room, "relax people, it't not due for a month".

"You and your partner will need to capture 10 photos as a team to create a story"he reads through the paper.

Forehead next to me, who I think is named Brendon, raises his hand.

Mr.Dun looks at him, "yes... Brendon right?"

The guy shakes his head before asking his question, "do we get to pick our partners?"

"No, they will be assigned", the teacher says followed by more groans from the students.

Mr. Dun grabs his list off the desk which im assuming is our partners. Then he starts reading them off, "Melanie, youre with Ashley. Debby and Jenna. Pete with Patrick. Dallon is with Ryan. And Tyler, youre with Brendon".

I mentally sigh as black haired man looks at me, "hey partner".

"Hi", I smile, trying to start off right.

The teacher puts the list back down onto his desk, "you may get with your partners and start discussing the topic or any ideas for the project. You have 10 minutes until the bell rings".

Brendon turns the me, "I think we should do a project about the teacher".

"Whys that", I ask while laughing a bit.

He gets closer, "Because he is hot, don't you think?".

I nod before agreeing.

Brendon calls Mr. Dun over to discuss our plans. As he walks over I stare at his torso, then trail my eyes down to his crotch. I catch myself doing so and quickly pull my eyes to the floor. Once he reaches us, Brendon speeks, "Mister, do you think we could do our project on you?".

Our teacher thinks for a moment, "Depends, what will be the theme?", he asks.

"We haven't gotten that far yet, if we think of an appropriate idea, would it be okay?", Brendon bats his big eyes and long eye lashes at the older man.

Again, Mr. Dun thinks, "I don't see why not", he smiles.

Brendon mutters a thank you as our teacher walks away. He turns back to me as we countine to brain storm ideas for our project.

The bell rings a few minutes after thinking of ideas and I pack up my backpack while still talking to Brendon.

"Mr.Dun is so hot", I say while throwing my bag over my shoulder. A sudden chuckle comes from behind me. I turn around to see who it came from and of course, it isn't anyone, but my professor.

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Hey guys, im back and writting a new story! Yes, there will be smut so if you dont like that kinda of stuff, this is not the book for you! Love yall!