The English Teacher ||Markiplier x Reader||

Be A Good Girl (3)

You stood outside the classroom, crossing your arms. The lonely halls of the school almost scared you. But then, Poe's thought popped back into your head. No, this was all your idea now. You kept thinking of what would happen if Professor Fischbach would do something that scandalous. He sure is taking his sweet time. You were about to walk off to the bathroom or somewhere when you hear the classroom door open.

"About time. I thought you might have forgotten about me." You claimed with a sweet tone.

"Look, I need to talk to you in private. Follow me." He demanded.

You obeyed and followed the rushed man down the empty hall. Eventually, you approached another door. It was the Teacher's lounge. He pushed you in and followed behind you. As soon as you both were behind the walls, he closed the door and locked it. You started to feel nervous again.

"Why are we in here? Aren't I not allowed?" You asked confused.

"Well, the school has yet to give me an office so they said I can take students in here as long no one is in here." Professor Fischbach explained.

"I see. So why am I in here?" You asked with a sarcastic tone.

"Because we need to talk about your behavior. It has gotten out of control." He started.

"Well, I am taking your advice, and you're right. It's way more fun than being uptight." You smiled.

"Stop twisting my words. I just wanted you to have a memorable time here. Not one where your nose is always stuck in a book." He continued.

"I'm sorry are- are you being nice to me? Wow, I haven't seen that since this morning." You crossed your arms.

"Look, I am only doing my job. You aren't really helping." He said through his clenched teeth.

"And that's my job. To make your job harder." You claimed smiling.

"ENOUGH!" He shouted.

You were shocked. You put your arms down and looked away from the steaming man. He was sincerely ticked off. Did I do that? How could you have turned from sweet and scared to disrespectful and scared. Your emotions were flying every which way. You needed to get out of there, and sort things out. You walked towards the door when you felt a slight hand be put on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I am normally well behaved in these situations, but I lost my temper." He quietly apologized.

You swallowed a clump in your throat.

"Before you go, I wanted to talk you about one more thing." He added on.

"What?" Your voice shook in fear.

"The messages from earlier... from your friend 'Poe'?" He started.

"Yes?" You answered feeling your face heat up with embarrassment.

He paused for a moment.

"I'm sorry for also violating your privacy." He sighed out.

You don't know what possessed you to ask this, but you did it anyway.

"What about the messages? You aren't going to ask about those?"

Professor Fischbach stepped closer to you. You went to back up, but was prevented due to the wooden door.

"How old are you, Y/n?" He questioned.

The question took you by surprise.

"I'm 22, why?" You answered.