I walked into the classroom and saw Mr. Styles, my teacher, sitting at his desk, engrossed in a book. His piercing green eyes glanced up as I entered, and he gestured for me to take a seat. "In Harper's seat," he instructed, referring to the front-row seat occupied by my classmate, Harper.
I fumbled through my bag, searching for a black pen as Mr. Styles reminded me not to use pink or purple ink. He seemed to notice my hesitation, knowing well that I preferred using colored ink.
As his gaze lingered on me, he pointed out that I was not in dress code, referring to my choice of attire – a mini jean skirt. I quickly concocted an excuse about the washing machine not being fixed, hoping to justify my non-compliance with the school's dress code.
Commanding me to stand, Mr. Styles retrieved a ruler from his desk and measured the length of my skirt, ensuring it adhered to the school's dress code regulations. His closeness made me feel a flush of heat as his hand grazed my leg while measuring.
In a soft yet authoritative tone, he explained the rules behind the dress code, emphasizing that short skirts could be a distraction to other students. I nodded in acknowledgment, feeling the weight of his gaze as he reminded me to adhere to the rules.
The interaction ended as I resumed my seat, acutely aware of the lingering tension in the air.
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Broken Cravings (REVISING AND REWRITING)
Teen FictionIn this story, a 15-year-old girl grows feelings for her 34-year-old teacher, but little does she know the man has dark secrets. Can her angelic, innocent aura fight off his demonic ways before she changes for the worse? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
