My Teacher/Werewolf Boyfriend [Editing]

Chapter 6

Marissa's POV

As I gasped, Mr. Ryans looked over at me.

"Hey," he said. "I hope you don't mind if I sit here, the other teachers are kind of old."

"N-Not at all," I stuttered. I looked between Daniel and Mr. Ryans. Now, I know why I recognized Daniel.

"This is my brother, Damon," Daniel said.

"I thought I recognized you," I said. "That would explain a lot."

"Yeah," Livie agreed. "Oh, shit."

I started laughing as I knew what she was talking about. She hit on Daniel's older brother!

"What?" Mark asked me. "What's up?"

I continued to laugh as Livie put her face in her hands. She kicked me under the table to stop my laughter.

"Ow!" I shouted. I gripped my shin in pain. "Bitch, that hurt."

"Good," she said. She raised her head to meet my eyes.

"Not my fault you hit on a teacher," I said. "I warned you."

"You what?!" Daniel, Mark, and Ricky shouted in unison.

"It was an accident," she argued.

"Yeah, saying, 'Hi, I'm Livie and I love to fuck,' was an accident," I said.

"You said that to a teacher?" Mark asked as him and Ricky started laughing.

"Maybe," she mumbled. "But it's not as bad as having a teacher hit on a student." She gave me a look that said, 'Payback.'

"Who's hitting on whom?" Ricky asked.

"Mr. Guy," Livie said. "He has a crush on Mary."

"Does not!" I argued.

"Does too," she said.

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Does too!"

"Does not!" she said. "Wait!"

"Haha, no take backs," I said.

"That was so mean!"

"It's called reverse physchology. You should really look it up."

"Bitch."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Ricky said. "Someone please explain what all is going on?"

"Well, Mr. Guy has had a little crush on Mary since freshmen year," Livie said. "As time went on, he has become more touchy, more feely. He even stares at her ass."

"He does not," I said.

"Does too," she retorted. "I mean, who wouldn't? You have a very cute ass."

Ricky leaned back and looked at my butt.

"Yeah, I have to agree with that," he said leaning forward once more. I raised a hand and shoved him over.

"Shut up," I said. "Can we please stop talking about my ass?"

"Seriously," Mark said. "I DO NOT want to hear about my little sister's ass."

"All I'm saying," Livie said, "is that if I were a guy, I'd be all over that."

"LIVIE!" Mark and I cried.

"What?" she asked innocently. "Mary, you and I both know that if it weren't for your bubble-butt, we'd be in jail every other day."