Teach Me, Daddy

Chapter 1

OUTFIT ABOVE

Unparagoned: having no equal, matchless, peerless

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Just two more days. That's what I've been thinking this whole class period. Two more days and then the weekend is here.

I'm sitting in my history class trying to not pay attention to the timeline being drawn on the whiteboard. One of my headphones is in my ear while the other rests gently on the desk in front of me. Two more days and two more years till graduation, if you count this year.

Out of the corner of my eye I see my best friend, Amber, wave at me. When I turn to her the teacher clears his throat and glares at us. She rolls her eyes and I smile sheepishly. When he turns around, she flags me down again and then she points at her phone.

I look at mine.

Hey babes 😙 am i taking you home today?

Yeah. 😙 I reply.

Okay.

Only 10 more minutes. That's the new thought. I'm on the cheer team, so it's not everyday I can just go home right after school and sleep. Time seems to stand still and I really wish I could throw it out the window so it could fly.

Finally, after what seems like forever the bell rings and class is dismissed.

"Samantha, would you please stay after class for a few minutes?" He asked as the bell rang and everyone rushed out. I nodded. My heart was pounding. Did I do something wrong? I looked at my best friend, Amber, who stood next to me.

"I'll wait at the car," she told me, and I nodded before she left the room. I slowly made my way to the front where Mr. Porter was erasing the whiteboard.

"Y- yes, Mr. Porter?" He turned to me with an amused look on his face.

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble." He set down the eraser and walked to his desk, where he then sat on the edge. I watched him as he arrange the pens that were scattered on his desk.

"Then, what is it?" I asked politely, my hands naturally fidgeting with the bottom of my shirt.

"I was wondering if you'd be interested in an extra credit class after school every Tuesday." He stopped moving the pens and looked at me seriously.

"But I'm passing this class with the highest grades." I stated, although it sounded more like a confused question.

"Oh, no. You're too smart to take it, I was hoping you'd teach it." His mouth curled up in a smile.

"Oh, um, I don't know. I'm usually busy." I frowned.

"Oh, well, it's quite okay. Just think it over and consider it?" He raised an eyebrow. I knew he didn't want to take no as an answer, so I agreed to think it over.

He smiled, and I stood there for a few seconds too long before awkwardly smiling and walking out of the school. I walked to Amber's car where she sat on her phone with the windows rolled down.

She looked up when I opened the passenger side door, "Hey Sammy. You ready?" She buckled herself in and rolled up the windows.

"Yeah. Oh, and before you ask no, we didn't make out."

"What?" She pressed her right hand to her chest and faked a shocked gasp. "Why would I ever think that?" I laughed and shook my head. Mr. Porter was basically the hottest teacher in school, besides Mr. Cater. Mr. Porter was really strict which went along well with all of his hard features, which was sometimes his dick. Just kidding, that was a joke.