Late For French - (Fransykes)

Chapter 14

A/N: The longest chapter award goes to me lmao xD it's getting out of control now, I need help. Seriously, I cut so much out of this chapter because it turned into 6k!!

Writing from Josh's POV is so hard without making him sound like a pervert! This chapter is basically chapter 12 but from Josh's POV and why he showed up late to Oliver's art show. You all wanted to know about his life so here you go... Please don't hate me! Enjoy xx

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Flashback to chapter 12

Josh's POV

I decided to get some marking done while I had some time to kill before the opening art show tonight. I should have done this during lunch time today but Oliver had other ideas how to spend our hour break.

Trouble was well and truly his middle name. The boy was persistent and I found it incredibly hard to say no to him whenever he was in my company, especially when he made it so difficult for me not to punish him with the inappropriate touches that I shouldn't be giving to him at all.

I have to constantly remind myself that I am his teacher and he is my student. The relationship should be just that and nothing more, not the unacceptable behaviour going on between us during school hours five days a week.

Although, it's not illegal. Oliver is sixteen and is over the age of consent but it would be highly frowned upon having performed sexual activities in a school if we were ever to get caught. I knew how the law worked, I'd be the one to face the consequences as I am the adult in the situation and be accused of seducing a student. Not to mention I'd lose my job and most likely have to pay a fine.

I had to be more cautious around him but that was a lot easier said than done.

Coincidentally, I was in the middle of marking Oliver's work on my desk in the corner of my small living room. His French has improved majorly since the beginning of term but, he still wasn't where I expected his grade to be. I wasn't going easy on him at all just because we had some sort of fling going on. I still kept my professionalism with all my students work, Oliver included.

He was currently at a low C grade which disappointed me because he should at least be a B by now. I knew he had the potential but he was purely lazy and had a very short attention span when it came to my classes. Maybe I've been more of distraction to him than I thought I would be. I thought with the extra tutoring lessons I've been giving him he would be more focus but I guess we've fallen off track lately.

I sigh tiredly and lent my head against my fist on the desk.

I need to change what we do in our tutoring sessions from now on before things get too far and he's left with another F before the end of term. I suppose it might be just a fluke. I know he's been putting a lot of hard work into his Art assignments recently but French should be his top grade right now considering all the extra help he's be receiving. It wasn't acceptable and we needed to discuss this some time in the week.

I glanced down at my watch which now read 6:02pm.

"Shit." I muttered.

I lost track of time and now I was running late. I sat up straight in my chair and stretched out my tired arms. It looks like I'll be up late tonight finishing off marking these books for tomorrow.

I got up from my desk and made my way to the bathroom where I quickly showered. I tied a fluff white towel around my wet hips as I got out of the shower and made my way into my bedroom and opened my wardrobe.