Seduce Me

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I glanced at the printed schedule I had taped to the inside of my locker, and then looked down at the textbooks and binders I had in my arms for the next period. I locked my locker and started walking down the hall.

My best friends Lindsey and Donna met up with me in the hallway. We started heading down the crowded corridor where students were getting ready for their next classes.

"God I'm so tired," Donna yawned. She was the tallest out of us, standing 5'7 with beautiful blonde hair and green eyes.

"Same. Fuck me, it's only the second period," I sighed. I just wanted to go home. I hadn't tried too hard with my outfit today. I wore black leggings, a loose floral tank top and threw my brown hair into a big bun. I wore black mascara and peachy lipstick, and that was all.

"Did you guys study for the History test?" Lindsey glanced at us from the side. She was taller than me; 5'5, whereas I was only 5'4. She was Indian-Canadian, and had long thick black hair.

"Only for like half an hour," I replied, sighing. "I fell asleep."

Donna paused in her tracks. "Wait, what test?"

"Of course you didn't know," I laughed at her, as we turned left and headed into Mr. Jefferson's class. It was the only class we had together this semester.

Mr. Jefferson. He was a pretty good History teacher, I couldn't lie, but other than that, I despised him. I didn't think highly of him, honestly. He taught the three of us History last year as well. Now, we had him for the whole year of Grade 11, in the honors program, and I was not enjoying it. It was mid September, so we had settled in and the tests and essays were gearing up on us.

Mr. Jefferson was one of a kind. He was a sarcastic asshole sometimes--well, most of the time. He would come to school in the morning and out of nowhere take his anger out on the class. And of course that would either bring everyone down with him, or just make all the students pissed and call him "moody"---which he once heard a kid say, and, yes, he lost his mind.

I mean, things had sort of changed since last year. He seemed more relaxed this year, and wasn't picking favourites like he used to--as much. But he was still him. We didn't end Grade 10 on good terms, but we began September on an okay note.

Even through all of that--I had to say this, but he is the hottest man on Earth. Like, the hottest. He was around 6'2, with lightly spiked brown hair, and a trimmed beard. He almost always wore dress shirts, with rolled up sleeves, and when he would cross his arms you'd have the honor of seeing those veins that stretched along his skin. I hadn't seen my teacher shirtless, but I imagined his body was rock hard.

I headed for my seat near the front of the classroom, with Donna and Lindsey sitting beside me, and dropped my binders under my desk. The bell sounded off and everyone noisily sat down in their chairs.

I twirled my pencil between my middle and index finger and waited for the test. Mr. J got to my desk and placed a Scranton and booklet down. I glanced up at him only to catch him looking at me. As he turned away to keep handing out the exams, I bit my bottom lip and wrote my name. God. I'm gonna fail.

I tried to concentrate but I kept making the mistake of looking around the room. I got very easily distracted. I glanced at Mr. Asshole's desk. He was seated in his big black chair, biting on the pen between his teeth. I must have been staring for too long since I didn't notice until he faked a cough. I saw his new expression and it was a wide smirk. I blinked twice and saw him look down at my desk from the distance, telling me to focus. That's embarrassing. Geez.