I Married My Teacher

Bovine's Theory of Maxwell

"I do like him"

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I said it, I finally said it. I'm not just merely attracted to my teacher, I genuinely like him! -And that was bad, like really bad for me and his job. F*ck it's going to be hard to avoid him in school. I'm his wife but I can't even get a step closer without blushing and having people find out about us.

My life sucks, but I have a hot teacher for a husband so.. It's starting to suck just a little bit less.

He rubbed his hands together. "Now!" He beamed. "Let's get started" he got up from the couch and started pacing in front of me.

"So,What should we do first?" I asked, my head going back and forth following his figure.

He stopped in his tracks and shot me an amused expression. "April Heathers!" He faked-gasped. "Are you suggesting that we do something?" He waved his finger in the air "tsk tsk tsk, naughty naughty girl" he teased.

I turned crimson. Huh, you know you could start a book about me from how often I blushed -50 Shades of Red, that would be the perfect title, don't you think?

"You pervert! That wasn't what I meant! I was talking about your Theory!" I shrieked. placing the back of my hand on my cheek. I did that because it covers my blush ever so perfectly. (You're trying it now aren't you? >:} )

He laughed at my expression "You know you blush too easily, that just makes it more fun to tease you" he smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him "Just tell me the plan Bovine"

"Ooh, Bovine, that sounded good. Say it again baby". He said flashing one of his signature panty-dropping smile.

My cheeks were getting hotter now. What a manwhore!

"Oh my Gawd! Shut up and get on with it already!" I grimaced.

He raised his hands in surrender, his smirk never falling from his face. "Fine, fine I'll talk"

"You really want to know what we have to do?" He asked.

I shot him an are you seriously asking me that look.

"Okie Dokie then, all we have to do.." He jumped on the couch, lying down with his head rested on my lap. ".. Is wait" he stated, putting his hands behind his head.

I blinked.

"What kind of theory is that!" I yelled, waving my hands in the air. "How the hell can waiting prove Mr.Maxwell's attracted to- "

He shushed me with his finger. "Shhh, silence young grasshopper. Patience is the key"

"Are you fucking with me?" I spat. My eyes throwing daggers at him.

He closed his eyes and a sly grin stretched across his lips. "If I were fucking with you, you'd be screaming in ecstasy right now" he chuckled "But, To answer your question, No. i'm telling the truth. I'm guessing he doesn't know you came here does he?"

I shook my head. "Why?"

He smirked mischievously "Oh, nothing" he sang, playing with a stray strand of my hair. "If he barges in here though, that's the end of this experiment and It also proves that he is, in fact, attracted to you" he grinned widely.

"But- But how?" I asked getting frustrated he wouldn't explain any clearer.

"Just.Wait." he ordered.

I crossed my arms over my chest in annoyance.

"Stop pouting" he chuckled.

"I'm not pouting" I argued.