Mr. Seavey

Detention

School, You hate school, you hated everything about school, everything expect for maths. You like maths, well.. It wasn't the subject you liked, it's more like the teacher, Mr Seavey. God was he something, he was young for a teacher, he had the brightest of blue eyes that you could easily get lost in, just like the sea. He had this adorable little tooth gap and a smile that could kill. He had short brown hair that looked so soft and fluffy. You always wonder what it would feel like to pull on his hair when he went down on you, kissin-

Mr.S: y/n! Y/n!

Mr Seavey called snapping you out of your thoughts

Y/n: ha, sorry what?

Mr s: can you please share with the class the answer you got for question 7'A 

Y/n: oh um

You looked down at you blank book. You hadn't done it yet because you
where lost in your dirty thoughts.

Y/n: I'm sorry I don't know it.

Mr.S: you don't know it, or you haven't done it?

He questioned raising an eyebrow at you.

Y/n: I haven't done it.

You said softly looking down.

Mr.S: this is starting to become a habit for you mrs y/l/n. I would like you to stay after class for detention.

Some people in your class giggled.

Y/n: yes sir.

Mr.S: now please, at least attempt the rest of the questions.

You nodded sinking down in your chair, picking up your pencil and started writing... 

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