Mr. Dolan

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Intro:
Gracey! Wake up!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs. Ugh school, priorities. It's the first day of my senior year and I'm not very excited.

Hi, I'm Gracey. I'm a senior in high school as of today.

I jumped out of bed a walked slowly to my bathroom. I brushed my teeth and my copper dirty blonde hair. I pulled it in a low ponytail and and washed my face. After that I applied a little bit of concealer and mascara and filled in my eyebrows a little.

I walked out of the bathroom and into my closet to find an outfit. I pulled out a white t shirt with three navy stripes in the middle, ripped skinny jeans, and white converse. I looked in my floor length mirror and the shirt was a bit long.

I tied the bottom in a knot and it was cute. I walked to the bathroom and pulled my hair out of the ponytail. I brushed it AGAIN and curled it loosely.

I looked at my appearance once more then grabbed my heavy ass black JanSport backpack, phone, charger, and headphones. Oh and my keys.

"Bye mom!" I yelled as I walked out. I got in my grey 2017 mustang and drove to school.

   As I was parking I heard the bell. Great. Late on my first day. I ran to the office. "Gracey late on the first day who would've guessed." The office lady really hates me. "Fashionably late." I grabbed my late pass and ran to my first period.

   "Ok, I'm here!" I looked around the class. Where's the teacher?? A few students pointed to the back where a man was looking down. I walked over to his desk and set my pass on his desk in front of him. "Take a seat." He said looking up. Whoa! Was he a teacher?! Cause DAMN! He's hot.

   "Excuse me, please go sit." Oh right, class. "K." I walked over to a seat in the middle next to Sophie. "Dude, he's kinda hot." She whispered. "I guess." I lied. I don't wanna be one of THOSE girls who's tries to get with the teacher.

   "Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "Ladies would you like to share with the class?" The teacher said. "Well Mr...." I said standing up. "Dolan." "Mr. Dolan, we were just discussing some issues." "Like?" Next Sophie stood up. "Harry Styles new solo album! Like will one direction ever come back!?!??!"

   "They're gay as hell!" Casen, my ex, yelled. "You're dumb as hell. And no one asked for your damn opinion." I rolled my eyes and say down. "Gracey, detention. After school for an hour." "Whatever." "Another hour. "Oh my Gosh you can give detention! Want a cookie?!" I rolled my eyes. "Want to make it all week?"

   He walked back to his desk.

   After class went by I was walking out someone grabbed my arm. I turned around to see Casen. "Can I help you?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes. I want you back" He winked. "Sucks for you. Now get off me." I pulled my arm away but he grabbed my wrist tightly.

   "Casen, you're hurting me! Stop!" I struggled to free myself from his grip. "Casen, let her go and get to class." I heard Mr. Dolan's deep voice say. "So you're already tryna get with the teacher?" "Fuck you Casen!" I punched him in his nose.

   Mr. Dolan pulled me back and shut me in the classroom. After about 4-5 minutes the tardy bell rang. Great.

   Mr Dolan walked back in and shut the door behind him. "What's going on?" He said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Obviously it's none of your business. You stay in your lane and I'll stay in mine." I was about to walk out when he said wait. "What?" "You need a tardy slip." I rolled my eyes and walked back to his desk.

*End of the day*

   Now for 2 hours of detention with Mr. Dolan.

    I walked to his class and texted my mom that I'll be home late. I walked in the classroom and Mr. Dolan was looking at his phone. I cleared my throat to let him know I was in the room. "You can just sit where ever."

   I nodded and sat in the front. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through Twitter. Drama about One Direction, YouTubers, and just drama. I opened Snapchat and sent to my streaks and went through people's stories.

   "If you're gonna have your phone can you play music?" I raised an eyebrow. "I have a radio and aux cable." I smiled. "Sure." I walked over to his desk and plugged my phone into the radio.

   :What do you listen to?" He asked. "Mr. Dolan don't be su-" He cut me off. "You can call me Grayson outside of class." "Ok. Grayson, don't be surprised by my music taste."

   I played 'No Flockin' by Kodak Black. "How old are you?" "22." He answered. "Oh so you're like 3 years older than me." I said surprised. "You're 19?" "Yeah, I started school a bit late."

   After my whole playlist played an alarm went off. "What's that?" I asked. "Detention is over." I'm kinda sad it's over it was cool hanging out with him. "Oh ok."

   I grabbed my stuff and as I was about to open the door Grayson shut it. "Is every thing ok?" I asked. He gazed into my eyes.

   His eyes looked from my eyes to my lips. Before I knew it we were kissing. It felt right. It felt good. Wait. What the hell am I thinking?! He's my TEACHER!!!!

   I pulled away. "Gracey, I-" "Grayson, you're really attractive, like really attractive, and I like you, but you're my teacher." I walked out.

   I walked out to my car. I can't believe that just happened. I-I can't even wrap my head around this. Why me?