Zak Bagans One Shots 👻

Helpless (Professor Bagans) Pt 2

Contains: sexual tension, cussing, sassy reader, cocky Zak, Hamilton song reference.

*i don't own Hamilton I just based this story from the song a bit. Don't steal the story but enjoy, Like and follow!
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It's almost time for detention to start, you really didn't wanna go. But the pull you felt from earlier was what lead you to the doorway to 'hell' as you stared at the sign that says 'Professor Bagans'. Hesitantly you open the door to his classroom, noticing no one else is there but you and him.

"Finally realize you can't escape your final destination" he says without looking up at you. You tense with annoyance.

"What are you some news reporter for the new Hells Times?" You growl at the man you somehow thought to be attractive.

You stare at the tall drink of water as he was sitting at his desk, Now smirking at you as you stay in the doorway. Rolling your eyes you slowly walk inside the room.

"Close the door troublemaker"

Shaking your head in disbelief, you reluctantly close the door and decided to sit at the far end away from Professor Bagans desk. As you take out your phone to read some fanfictions you found a while back, suddenly your phone gets taken out of your hand. You look up annoyed and see again a smirking punk of a so called Professor as he holds your phone in his long slender fingers.

"Forgive my French, what the hell did you take my phone for? I don't have any homework" you really didn't like being rude but this guy was getting on your nerves, in both a hot and cold way. But suddenly he leans slightly closer and speaks in a soft but firm voice..

Weird..his smile never wavers, never fades.

"Oh my dear miss trouble, you're being punished for disrespecting me." a jolt of electricity flows through your body as he crosses his arms across his chest and continues to smirk at you. The smell of different fruits on him began invading your lungs, you felt oddly calm when you smelled the sweet scent.

"I did nothing of the sort..sir" he tenses up, his jaw clenched.

But you didn't notice his change.

Woe he looks even more mad than before the hell did I do now??

Alright I know how you can get outta this, quick flash him and run outta the classroom!

Sometimes even my inner conscious is smart..but only a little bit

"Do you listen to the songs from the musical Hamilton Miss troublemaker?" He walks away from your desk as he taps his shoulder with your phone.

"Some of them are quite catchy..so yes" you stare in confusion.

"Then I want you to write the lyrics to one of the songs you are thinking of. Be honest, I'll know if you're lying" your eyes widen at the realization of the one song you've been thinking about since you saw him.

—'you got me helpless, ohh look at those eyes. Look into your eyes and the skies the limit'—

"Sir can I just do something else?"

"Oh so the troublemaker suddenly wants to be compliant I see? Well for you giving me attitude I suggest you hurry on and write it out. Unless you'd like an even more embarrassing punishment?" He chuckles mischievously while you tighten your fists as you hold your dress.

Hesitantly you get out of your seat and head towards the white board, you pick up the (favorite color) marker and start to think of another song you could write without revealing the real one.

"I know you're trying to write a false song that doesn't match your thoughts" you bite your lip.

Well shit

"It won't work trouble, I can tell you'll be lying. So either write it now or be prepared to write it in front of both of your classes with me." You glare daggers at Professor Bagans. Today he is wearing a black short sleeve button up, black hair once again spike upwards and dark blue denim jeans hugging his legs perfectly.

I hate this affect he has on me..

"Or I could just ditch school" venom dripping from you.

"You could, but once you're back I'll still make you do it. Try as you may trouble, but I don't forget to punish someone for their mistakes." he leans your phone onto his lips, causing you to bite your own quickly. But he still saw it.

Huffing and puffing, you start to write out your favorite lyrics from the song helpless onto the board. Your heart started to race as you continued to move your hand as it wrote out your inner feelings when you saw Professor Bagans.

There's no way this song is how I feel for him..I just met him yesterday

Well he sure does make you helpless! I mean the way he bossed you around ohh man. 🤤

Oh that's a no go

Liar you liked it

Hmm not entirely

"Something wrong trouble?" You stop writing as you turn and look at Professor Bagans. His tone sounded slightly concerned.

"What do you mean?" You ask nervously, wondering if he was actually concerned for you.

"You keep making these weird faces as you write. Don't tell me you're too nervous to write are you?" He smirks again.

And the ego is back..great

But you notice once you're done zoning out that you haven't even written anything yet. It was just scribbles as your hand stood in place. Your face started to heat up as if an oven was inside you ready to cook something.

I think I just heard the morgue calling for my body..

Suddenly you felt his oddly warm yet tall, muscular body right behind you. His hand takes a hold of your own, then you feel his hit breathe near your ear.

"What's the song in your temple?" He asks as he stares at your intertwined hands. Gulping whatever saliva you remembered you had you responded calmly.

"Helpless"

Then he started to write out using your hand the lyrics of the song. It was exactly the part of the song you kept thinking of.

—'look into your eyes and the skies the limit I'm helpless'—

Your hands stop after writing the lyrics out, but his hand never leaves yours. Remaining near your face he speaks softly.

"This is part of the song I've been thinking about all day" shock started to run through your veins. You were confused on what to do at this point.

"Same as me.." you whisper. He let's go of your hand, leaving your body cold.

"Well then I suppose your temple isn't as misinterpreted as I thought it was. Have a good rest of the day Miss (L/n)." You blushed when you realized he didn't call you trouble, not this time. With his back facing you, awkwardly You grabbed your things and rushed out of the classroom with your heart in your throat and your mind missing the fact that you had forgotten one thing..your cell phone.