Furious Jack stormed back to his dorm. Muttering under his breath. "He fucking kisses me, palms me, then makes plans with the fucking principal." He walks into his room and sees Myra. "Hey Jacki. Ready for some stress relief?" She said laying on the bed with nothing but a sheet on. "I'm not in the mood Myra." Jack flops on his bed and groans into his pillow. "Ok "Babe". I'll just go." Myra snaps and leaves after getting dressed. Jack groans and his phone dings.
Tyler: Hey dude. Me and the guys are going to a bar. Wanna come?
Jack: Sure. Meet you on the grounds?
Tyler: Sure. We're trying to get Bob laid!
Jack: 'Bout fucking time!
Jack tosses his phone to the side and groans. He still can't stop thinking about Mr. Fishbach. Ugh! His gorgeous brown eye. His sexy red hair. The way his ass looked in that suit. 'Stop it Jack! You're straight! This was just a little mix up , mess up and nobody needs to know.' Just then Myra texts him.
Myra: Were taking a break. Anything we do until we're off that break doesn't count. Got it?
"Ugh." Jack groaned. "She's only saying this cause I didn't fuck her." He said to himself.
Jack: Whatever Myra. I thought you loved me but guess I was wrong.
He turned off his phone and got dressed. He put on tight, ripped skinny jeans, with a white shirt. He styled his hair.., sorta and left to met the guys. All waiting for him was Tyler, Bob, Wade, and Ethan. "We're going to the Silver Dollar Bar. Let's go." Ethan took off ready to get drunk and laid. They made quick work getting to the bar. Tyler ordered a round of shots and they all took one.
"Whooo!" Jack pumped the air. An hour passed by. Then two, then three, and more and more shots were drunk. Jack went out to the dance floor and shook his groove thang. He dropped it like it's hot and danced like nobody was watching. Eventually he was too drunk to care anymore. He saw a cute guy in the corner and beckoned him to come over. He did so and they danced.
Jack got so into dancing he slut dropped on the guy and felt his boner. Jack danced with his hands above his head and the guys arms around him. He grinned against his boner making him harder and harder. He went to flip around when he noticed familiar red hair and... chocolate brown eyes? Mr.Fishbach? Jack locked eyes with him and palmed the guy he was dancing with. Jack leaned his head back and let a moan escape. Mr. Fishbach has rage in his eyes. Jack noticed he ended up breaking his glass cup.
Jack lead the guy out of the bar and back up to his dorm. The guy he picked up was already kissing him and leaving hickeys everywhere. When they got to his bed, they were both so drunk that they passed out. The next morning Jack woke up to the smell of coffee. He wandered out of bed. "Hey. About last night..." the random guy said. "Look I'm straight and I don't know what happened all I know is I woke up next to you." "I'm straight to don't worry. This is from a girl at the bar." Jack quickly said unsure for he vaguely remembers what happened.
"Shit! I'm late for class." He quickly got dressed and left. When he walked in he heard a chilling, cold voice.
"Late again Mr. McLoughlin."
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College Days // Septiplier // Completed*
FanfictionJack's a student at L.A. Prep trying to get his bachelors degree in Art. He hated his art teacher and was excited to hear that he was getting a new one. From the first day the new teacher walked in, Jack couldn't take his eyes off him. *THE SEQUAL...
