The Bad Boy Found A Stain Of Blood In My Bed! ☑️

XII. If Being A Slut Means To Pass Math Class, Then I'll Be A Slut!

My jaw dropped as I saw Harry Styles writing some notes on the blackboard. I can't believe he's actually my teacher!

"Um, hey. I think you dropped this." Said a guy in front of me. He was holding my jaw in his hand.

"Oo, geez. Thenk yoo." I said as I grabbed my jaw and put it back in place.

I couldn't concentrate on class. I was looking at Harry Styles' ass all the time. I just couldn't concentrate right now. Nor I think I'll ever be able to.

"The girl who is looking at me with her mouth open, please answer this question." Harry announced, looking at me with those beautiful orbs of his. I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Uh... W-W-W-What? M-M-M-Me?!" I stuttered as my face went redder than a tomato, if that's possible.

"Yes, you. What's your name?"

OH MY GAWD, HE'S ASKING FOR MY NAME!

"S-Sandra. Sandra Simmons! And, and y-you're Harry Styles, and and... I know everything about you like like... everything! And and...your ass is so so-"

"Okay, stop. Sandra, can you tell me In triangle ABC, the measure of ∠B is 90°, BC=16, and AC=20. Triangle DEF is similar to triangle ABC, where vertices D, E, and F correspond to vertices A, B, and C, respectively, and each side of triangle DEF is ⅓ the length of the corresponding side of triangle ABC. What is the value of sinF?"

"Um, um... I-I..." What's wrong with me? I'm supposed to be a nerd!

"And? We don't have all the time for your answer, miss Simmons."

I knew the answer, believe me, I did. But I was too lost in Harry's orbs that it was difficult to concentrate!

"That's it, I'm not waiting any longer." Harry snapped. "You have failed math class."

I gasped. "NO! HARRY, PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!" I yelled as I knelt in the floor.

"I'm sorry, Sandra."

"PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

"You can't do anything! Now sit back down or else leave my class for once."

"I'LL SUCK YOUR DICK!"

Everyone gasped and looked at me. You could see Harry's face turning deep red but he didn't say anything and continued on writing notes on the blackboard. I smirked. I know you want that dick sucked, motherfucker.

When the class ended, I waited for everyone to leave. I smirked internally while repeating the steps of my fabulous plan in my head.

Then I saw Harry was leaving too. I stood up and ran at light speed towards him. I placed a hand on his chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked as I pushed him gently to sit on the desk.

"Sandra, stop." He said between heavy breaths.

"No, you answer this first: what do I have to do so I can pass math class?"

"Well, there's actually something..."

"What?"

"You can wait till next year so-"

"AIN'T GUNNA WAIT A FUCKING YEAR, MOTHERFUCKER!" I snapped as I slapped his face. Then I grabbed his chin harshly so he would look at me. "Listen, bitch. You will do as I say, no matter what. I will suck yo dick and you will have no other option but give me A's on every math class from now on. Is that clear?"

"O-Okay." He stuttered.

I smirked as I unbuckled his pants. If being a slut means to pass math class, then I'll be a slut!

"Sandra, are you he- DAFUQ?!"

I turned to see behind me and Klinton was standing on the doorway with a shocked face.