The Teacher

6-Not Your Side Chick

"Okay class." Mr Jackson says sitting on his desk holding a globe.
After yesterday I've been having thoughts about him. I didn't want to think about him. I couldn't help it.

I chewed on the eraser of my pencil as he talked. Practically drooling on my desk.

"Lay." I hear David tap my shoulder behind me. I snap out of my trance as I snap my head to him. "Yeah?" I whisper trying to glance back so Mr Jackson wouldn't catch me.

"I know this probably is the wrong timing but." He bites his lip and smiles. "Do you want to out to coffee later? To maybe study or something?" He asks.

Oh hellllllll to the no.

"Um . Maybe I ca-"

"Ms Beckett!!" Michael exclaims placing the globe on his desk.

I cringe when he raises his voice.
I turn to face him. "I see Mr Green is giving you trouble Ms Beckett." He smiles and raises his eyebrow.

"Actually--" he hold up his finger to silence me. "No need. I'll take care of it." He looks at me with that devious look.
I shake my head giving him the "don't even" look.
He obviously took it to his advantage.

"Mr Green. Detention." He says with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"But!" I interrupt. "Ms Beckett! One more word and you get a three hour detention with Mr Green as well." Michael grunts.

I roll my eyes and put my cheek in my palm.

Dammit.

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After class

I shove my last notebook into my backpack and zip it up muttering swear words under my breath.

"Hey Lay..." I hear David tap me on the shoulder as I get up throwing my backpack on my shoulder.

"Hey... Im sorry I got you detention David. That was not my intention." I look at my feet.

"It's okay Doll. It was kind of my fault as well."

"Won't you be lonely in detention?"

He shakes his head. "Nah I could get some homework done."

He rolls his eyes. "As long as Mr Jackson won't keep staring daggers into my soul like he is now."

He points behind me.

Mr Jackson is standing against his desk with his arms crossed and shaking his head.

I roll my eyes. "Text me later?" I ask.
David nods. I watch David exits with everyone else and I close the door behind him.

I turn to Michael and oh I was angry.

"What the HELL is the matter with you?!" I exclaim. "I don't know what you mean." He Das walking behind his desk.

"I mean with David! You had no right to punish him!" I yell.

He ignores me. "Hey! Are you even listening to me?!" I walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder.

He turns around to me and takes my shoulders backing me up to the door.

"Shut up." He says in a raspy voice.
I raise my eyebrow. "Excuse me?" I say confuzzled. "Shut your pretty little mouth up." He says again placing his hands on either side of my head.

"You can be truly annoying sometimes Ms Beckett." He whispers. I could smell his peppermint gum as he breaths on my mouth. I gulp.

"Ms Beckett I don't need you of all people to tell me how to treat my students." He says. "And to be honest." He says getting even closer.

"I should have punished you too."

Yes please.

Wait no!

Idiot.

"Well he didn't deserve it." I say barely above a whisper. He lifts his eyebrows and lets his hands off the wall still standing chest to chest with me.

"Thanks out for your concern Ms Beckett. But the punishment stays."

As he says that I feel a knock on my back. I turn my head.

"Honey! It's Lisa! You forgot your lunch at home!"

I hold back a chuckle. "Your wife makes your lunches?" I whisper. "What are you five?"

Michael grunts.

"Give me a second Lis!" He calls back.
He takes my hand and pulls me over to the closet opening the door.

"What do you want ME to do?" I ask.

He motions into the closet. "Oh hell no. It smells like shit in there!"  I say as a loud whisper.

"I don't have time for your bitching right know Ms Beckett." He whispers sharply.

He places his large hand on my back and practically shoves me into the closet.

What am I? His side chick? I'm just just student. Right?

I hold my breath in the foul closet.

I hear Michael go over and open the door for lisa.

"Hey pumpkin." He says.

"Hey sexy." She says.

If I could open the door a crack...I could see what they're doing.

I place my hand on the knob and as quietly as I can turn it. Cracking the door.

"How's your day so far?" She asks.
"Great. Fantastic." Michael says anxious. I chuckle. He's a dead man.

"I'm making dinner tonight. What do you want?" She asks.

She was pretty. Short brownish gold hair. White skirt and black heels. She was pretty.

But she looked kind of sluttish.
Just my opinion don't hate.

They continue talking as I lean more on the door.

"Sounds good baby. I'll see you at home Kay?" Michael says ushering her out of the classroom.

"O-okay babe. See you then." She says leaving.
Michael rests his head on the door sighing a sigh of relief.

He walks back to the closet door and opens it before I had a chance to brace myself.

"Shit!" I exclaim falling at his feet.
"Listing in on my conversations isn't polite Ms Beckett." He says helping me up.

"Yeah. And neither is locking a student in a classroom closet either."
I retort.

"If were being logical here I didn't lock you in the closet. I just simply ushered you inside for the time being." He giggles.
I raise my eyebrows at him and walk past him. "You know,
You could have just told me to leave. But you throw me into a closet like I'm your side chick or something."

"I panicked." He says.

"About what Mr Jackson!?! Is your wife afraid I'm sleeping with you?!" I exclaim.

Be be honest I wouldn't mind sleeping with hi--

Stop!!

Dumb ass!

Michael just looks at his feet.

"Wow. Maybe you should check your relationship Mr Jackson."
I say walking past him.
"Instead of trying to ruin all of mine."

He takes my hand. "Wait. Ms Beckett."

I take a breath and pause midway out the door. "Yes. Mr Jackson?"

He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it again. I shake mmy head and walk out the classroom, closing the door behind me.

To be continued