(grayson).
one damaged student,
one caring teacher.
so many rules, laws, morals
stand between them.
will it all vanish in the
face of pure unchaste lust?
♡very mature content.
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GRAYSON WAS IN A NEGATIVE MOOD ALL DAY. every single one of his students could notice it aswell, as he raised his broad voice more than usual and slandered students when needed.
dove unluckily, had him for fifth period which wasn't great as she wasn't in the best mood either from a long day of education. not once did graysons' eyes wander onto doves' face, not even noticing that she dyed her hair a deep raven black again. she tapped her inky gel — pen against her notepad, her mind dreaming onto what junk food she might order when she leaves school.
"dove! did you hear what i said?"
graysons' grumbly voice snaps at her attention, her head yanking up from the position of resting upon her curved palm.
"nah." her obstreperous voice causing a few students to chuckle.
"so can you listen and maybe you'll actually know what i talk about. then you won't fail biology right now."
a few students raise their eyebrows in shock at his harsh rudeness, which was totally uncalled for. that wasn't fair. not at all, as he knew exactly why she was failing; due to the terrible conditions rob put her through, so the fact that he undeservingly called her out if front of everyone was disrespectful. she crumbles an unused piece of paper in her small hand, using the paper to release her quiet anger on.
the rest of the lesson, dove became exacerbated with each word that grayson uttered to the class, she had no idea what he even taught as his sentences began to garble into each other.
at the end of the lesson, everyone rushed out to reach their beds at home and sleep but not dove. she stayed cordially in her seat, her lips pursued together and thick legs crossed, feeling rather incandescent.
he glimpses at her, but says nothing, his lips also stitched together in ignorance.
this stubborn prick.
at this point dove stands up, and strides towards him, her small wedges clambering against the squeaky floor. wanting to take a deep breath to calm herself down, she doesn't think correctly and just goes for the prey.
"was there a need?" her voice sounds exasperated with built up aggravation.
"need for what dove?"
he glances up from his desk, peering at the girls gorgeously bare face — just as he liked it. her naturally dark brown eyes revealed impatience with his clearly fake obliviousness.
"to call me out like that in front of everyone, when you know exactly why i was failing," dove crosses her small arms, slightly appearing like a small immature child.
