One Shots

Escapades of Schoolteachers [Straight]

Escapades of Schoolteachers

"Lana."

Lana Hale's head pops up from the pile of marking it's buried in to swivel around to the door of her classroom. She already knows who's at the door-after all there's only one baritone voice that sings her name so deliciously in his séxy Irish accent.
Sure enough, Conor O'Donnell leans against the door frame clad in his Marks and Spencer's suit (minus the blazer) looking like their fúcking catalogue model. Lana ignores the familiar fluttering in her stomach of butterflies and instead chooses to raise an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah?" she replies wondering what he was doing here. While she teaches chemistry, Mr O'Donnell is an English language teacher, so rarely do they ever meet or converse. Even the staff room has its own cliques and while he belongs in the 'artsy' clique-she certainly does not. In fact, she doubts there's even a single arty bone in her body, which suits her just fine as numbers and elements are her paintbrush and pad.

"You got a minute?" he responds rhetorically stepping inside the class and shutting the door behind them. The small action causes a lurching sensation in Lana's stomach even though it shouldn't. If he has to shut the door, then obviously it's something very private and that can only mean one thing. One of her students is going to be in deep, deep shít.

As well as a chemistry teacher, Lana's also one the senior leadership team which means she's in charge of Years 10 and 11-the worst of the bunch. Sure, sometimes it's a joy-especially to look at some of those GCSE results and see some of her lowest grade students have actually managed to get their act together. But then there's the whole hormonal drama, and the lack of effort and the 'can't be bothered attitude' which she has to constantly deal with.

"Who is it and what have they done?" she jokes with a groan as he comes to lean on her desk, right beside her. Their proximity although professional and in every way decent, has Lana catching a whiffs of whatever heavenly masculine deodorant he uses.
Conor chuckles lightly as he runs a hand through his short straight dark strands of hair, causing them to flop out of their neatly combed hairdo, as the man himself inhales deeply.
"Joe Marsh-"
"I could have guessed," mutters Lana under her breath.

Joe Marsh is a challenge at the best of times. The boy is a fúcking genius and that's what annoys Lana the most about him. If he just applied himself then he could be getting 100%'s in all his exams easy, but does he? No, of course not- that would make her job way too easy. No, he'd rather cause ruckus, misbehave and be a general little shít to everyone. Although, in all fairness there are some days where he'll actually try and bother to do some work. And those other times when he'd disrupt lessons and teachers would send him to her to deal with; he would just sit there smiling his cheeky, adorable smile while she tries so desperately to retain a straight face and punish him. So for Lana, he is hands down her toughest student to deal with, but she won't fail him; she refuses to fail any of her students.

"Well I usually don't have much trouble with him but..." explains Conor.
And Lana has to desperately stop herself rolling her eyes. Of course, the Mr O'Donnell would have no trouble with students. They just accept him so easily. Girls understandably fawn over him while boys in some strange way have some kind of respect from him, for that. Well, either that or the fact he's been bestowed the title of a 'lad'.

"But....?"
"But well...I'm not quite sure how to tell you this but, I-er-caught him doing something...compromising," drawls Conor his accent becoming more pronounced in his embarrassment.
Lana's light brown eyebrows knit together in confusion.
" 'Compromising'?" she echoes and her curiosity is heightened further when a faint red blush flashes beneath the light facial hair on Conor's cheeks.
"Er...well, yes. I caught him showing a Ben Colliard a very explicit video during the start of break," he explains and Lana's face drops as she exhales slowly. 'Explicit video'-now she knows what he means.