𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘.

[TWO] : TEMPTING TENDENCIES.

-𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞-

SHE WAS LATE. incredibly and stupendously late for his first biology class.

her name stuck out like a sore thumb against the rest of the unbelievably boring names and then popped out like a tattoo against pale skin when it was noticed that she wasn't here.

   the new teacher huffed, slightly aggravated to already have a student that decided to be tardy.

grayson dolan was extremely young for an advanced biology teacher at twenty four and extremely smart. he was too good — looking to the point that he could notice the squealy underdressed girls that loved to stare at his gorgeous face. as much as he appreciated the attention, at the same time it was very unwanted in this case. first of all, he is a teacher and he knew that fact plain and clear, desiring only the thought of educating students on his mind. second of all, most of the students were very much so underaged; as it was the month October so most of these girls and boys were seventeen or a selected few were luckily eighteen.

           biology was a subject of the body, which was just so strangely interesting to him. he loved studying it at university and now loved teaching it to young brains. moving from the far east side of new york city to manhattan, he noticed no difference between the schools as they all seemed rich and snobby in his opinion.

halfway through the lesson, the class begins to slightly stray off topic but still stay on the whole idea of fertilisation.

"okay so it seems like you're getting the hang of this. can anyone tell me how you can prevent sexual reproduction between humans?" his broad deep voice hitting the hearts of the girls who bite their thin lips at him ( which he took no notice of ).

some immature voice shouted, "condoms!" there was a tinge of humour behind their voice which grayson had to ignore.

in an exasperated breath that seemed irritated by the calling out, grayson says, "correct yes but next time put your hand up, calum. now c'mon let's push ourselves, give me some advantages and disadvantages!"

a shy girl named mary raises her timid hand, "an advantage is that they are easily accessible, and found in many stores."

     with an encouraging smile, he nods vigorously, "yes mary! any disadvantages?"

"you don't get the real feel of pussy," a guy with bulky arms bellows out in a smirk, earning bustles from his football friends and a lot of commotion.

in a roll of eyes, grayson agreed, "correct but you wouldn't want an STD or even a wailing baby now would you lucas?" sarcasm lathering in his tone and it shuts up lucas in a second.

      "i have a question!" a loud but unintentionally sultry voice comes from the now open mahogany door. everyone's curious head turns quickly, to scan the petite girl that had no sign of rushing from being late. graysons' heart rammed against his ribcage and little butterflies swarmed the inside of his stomach as he looked at dove amethyst matísse in the face. she was like delicately painted artwork, big emereld eyes that looked like miles of forests and mystery hid behind them whereas her curl adored head sported a high ponytail with a few raven tendrils dangling on the side of her heart — shaped face. a crimson cropped — hoodie matched her glossy cherry lips that was caught between her straight teeth. due to all attention now on her, she slowly began to play with her ivory white skater skirt between her caramel fingers.

in a slow pace, she started to walk to her seat while talking, "what if i had a boyfriend and we used the condom and i still ended up pregnant anyway?" her voice had something behind it? cheekiness maybe or a sign of imprudent behaviour.

"then you didn't put it on properly perhaps or even the brand is unreliable?" he clears his throat, feeling uncomfortable but also very curious.

   "we've tried all brands, including durex and you know, my boyfriend might like it... rough. then what?" she raises her dark eyebrows while now putting her baby pink backpack down and sitting in her seat.

he titters at her presumptuous and brash questions, "maybe you could consider that he should go slower and be more careful."

"but i like it fast," she pouts, then the whole class roars in laughter, obviously used to her confident, lippy and bold comments.

      just in time, the bells rings in their ears and grayson has to just ignore her erotic comment and pack up the lesson, "okay guys, homework will be to finish the sheets. don't forget. have a good day." he grins a handsome grin and from the corner dove watches him with a winsome smile curved on her shiny lips. everyone else stands up and leaves quickly, wanting to leave school as soon as possible but she doesn't. she stays in her seat, even crossing her smooth legs to get a little comfortable.

he doesn't notice her for a while, beginning to wipe the whiteboard that had notes scribbled on it. finally her honey like voice piped up, "dove. i'm dove matísse."

           looking up slightly, he sighs. "i know."

it's evident that grayson is ultimately peeved off due to her tardiness and the fact that she was quite disrespectful as well, disrupting his first lesson at the prestigious school.

"you're new here so i'll apologise for me being late. but don't think it won't happen again though," she winks, her long mascara - wearing eyelashes fanning around her wide innocent seeming eyes.

     she was quite flirty in the way she talked, he noticed. and it wasn't irritating like the other girls' but more demeaning and had a non — caring vibe to it, suggesting that she does this all the time.

"would you care to explain why you're late so i don't have to give you a detention on my first day," he pauses, realising that he wants peace with all his students, "i'd rather not start off on the wrong foot."

         peering down at her mucky converses, she hums, "hmmm as cute as that sounds, i'd rather not explain anything. i'm a busy girl, mr. dolan. you'll accept that soon."

    in a small huff, he protests, "well if you're so busy, then why are you still here dove?"

she stands up, softly walking up to him until their heads are not too far from each other. her floral scent was so intensified, he felt as if he was drowning in a thousand dainty roses. he saw a freckle or two speckled on her nose and her baby hairs were gelled down onto her forehead.

"because you're nice. i like you," she hushes out, her delicate words simmering into the icy air. and with that, she saunters away, her curvaceous body almost swaying to non existent music. as soon as the door closes, grayson catches the breath he never knew he lost.

    wow, is all he's able to think of the spectacular dove amethyst matísse.

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okay so my writing style is very different, i know but get used to it bitch.

–parissa🥀