Septiplier One-Shots

Proffessor Iplier.2

Jack's P.O.V

Well this is shit, I have detention for what? breathing?! I mean i understand that first impressions are everything when being a teacher but this is just stupid. I waited outside the door of the science classroom, everyone had gone home now and I was waiting for him to open the door. Maybe spending some extra time with him might not be that bad, I mean yeah, is he an asshole? yes. Does this detention seem a bit to far? yes. But he is attractive, he's not the type of looking teacher you would get at any school and to be honest the argument we had had seemed more of a game than anything else. God knows i liked it, the excitement of it anyway. I have a knack for pushing the right buttons on someone, perhaps i should be the one to turn him on... The door opened and I looked up to a smirking Proffesor. It almost made me regret thinking of him in a sexual way but he was to damn hot. I smirked back and walked passed him into the classroom "I never said you could come in" he says closing the door "you think i'm going to ask to come into a detention?" I replied as i sat at my desk, Mr. Iplier picked up a sheet of paper from his desk and began to walk over "still talking back, i see" he sighs "well, yes, that's how communication works".
He ignores my comment since I'm technically right, I was hoping he'd start another 'game/argument' like earlier but he just placed the sheet of paper on my desk "it's a miniture test, think you can answer the questions without the usual level of sarcasm?" he asks staring into my eyes with his own, so dark yet filled with light. I brought out my pen and pulled the sheet over "as long as the questions are with out the usual level of stupid" he gives another smirk before returning to his desk "oh they are, I wrote them myself" he states proudly and takes a seat "point proven" I mumble under my breath. After reading most of the questions i had realized something; I'm an idiot at astronomy. I like space, sure. The colours of nebules are so bright and full of life so i could stare at them for hours, however explaining how said nebules are formed and questions about dwarf stars imploding on themselves are far beyond my intelligence on the topic. Mr. Iplier must have noticed me staring blankly at the sheet since i heard his pen stop "are you having trouble?" I could almost hear the devilish grin on his face from his amusement, i looked over at him with my head high "no, in fact it's one of the easiest test's i've taken" i replied "funny, considering the fact that you've not written anything for the past ten minutes other than your name" i look down at my sheet and back at him, i was sat at the back almost, how the hell can he see the sheet?! he taps the rim of his glasses "I don't wear these just to look good, Sean" he say's reading my mind.

I answer some questions the best i can, though my mind was on a different train of thought; i could'nt stop thinking about how it would feel to maybe kiss him... it's so wrong but at the same time so right, I've never been one for rules and I'm sure a student and teacher relationship is against some law. Fuck it, it's America anyway. I've been considering my sexuality lately but after my thoughts on Mr. Iplier i'm pretty sure i'm gay, who'd a thunked it? My sheet was swiped from my desk by Mr. Iplier and i snapped out of it. He took it over to his desk without a word and the sound of his pen continued for a few minutes. A few very long minutes. I felt an almost awkward tension fill the room, when he stopped writing and read over my sheet i felt my face heat up from his intense staring. He looked at me and a chill ran up my spine "you failed this test" I was'nt surprised "you failed to educate" he raised his eyebrows and looked annoyed, time to press a few buttons.
"You failed to listen" he persisted, now its a game. "you failed to keep me interested, it's a bad habit for teachers and is the cause of most failing classes. In other words, you're boring." I smirked since that seemed to hit a nerve, he stood up from his desk and made his way over with a new light in his eyes. Placing his hands on my desk's edge, he bent down so his face was almost inches away from mine "I beg your pardon?" his voice had also changed to a deep seductive one. "I, I said you're boring" that's weird, I never stutter. "Mr McLoughlin, would you mind stating the definition of boring?" this man was unpredictable, i have no idea where he is going with this but i want to find out "you?" I quesion. "Boring: a none interesting subject, location or person. Other words similar to the phrase may be dull, lifeless or tedious. It is the complete opposite of exciting." He corrects.