Make Me Perfect

Chapter 18 - Oops I Did It Again

"Seventeen over ten," I said with a sigh as I slumped down in my chair.

"Very good, Ms. Lemming," Mr. Hatchet nodded in approval as he resumed back to his black board. Before more embarassment could come, the bell sounded to end the class. I stood up quickly, eager to vanish from sight of the world.

"Ms. Lemming."

I swore under my breath as I turned around to face the teacher. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against his desk. With two of his fingers he gestured for me to come to him. I sank my teeth into my lip, envy overtaking me as I watched my classmates flee from the room. I sighed, slinging my book bag over my shoulder as I stepped towards Mr. Hatchet.

He cleared his throat, gesturing for me to take a seat at the desk straight across from his. I did so, narrowing my eyes on him with curiousity. I couldn't get in trouble again, I had only been back at school for four days since my suspension. My mother would have my head on a stick, or worse, stuck in my room for the rest of my life.

My thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Hatchet clasping his hands together. He cleared his throat once again, "Peyton, I've noticed your grades are changing."

I raised an eyebrow. They were getting lower? How could that be possible? I was already at an average of a C, any lower and my mom would hire me a tutor.

"I beg your pardon?" I finally asked, leaning forwards on the desk.

My teacher smiled, "Not lower, Peyton. Your grades are actually improving."

My jaw dropped as he reached into one of his desk drawers and tugged out a piece of paper. He stood up and dropped it onto my desk. I picked it up in my hands, looking at my grades as he spoke.

"Your B's and C's have somehow miraculously turned into A's, however, still a few B+'s, Peyton," he said sternly.

I choked out a laugh, "You're kidding," I said in a sarcastic tone.

He laughed, "I wouldn't kid you, Peyton. Now take that home to your mother," he said, nodding at the paper in my hand, "And maybe she'll go a bit easier on you."

I frowned, but immediatley turned it into a grin as I stuffed the sheet into my bag. I stood up and shook my teacher's hand, "Thankyou, Mr. Hatchet," I whispered then whisked out of the classroom. I ducked my head as I cut through the crowded halls, desperate to get home.

"Ahem," the voice was raspy, causing me to jump backwards.

I turned around to find yet another teacher in the doorway of a classroom, staring directly at me. I sighed, wondering when my bad luck would end as I brushed past Mr. Tenton and into the classroom. He closed the door behind me, clearing his throat as I sat down on top of a desk. I glanced Mr. Tenton over, remembering how every girl drooled over how good looking of a man he was when he first came here last year.

He couldn't have been older than 25, and with his bright blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, he had that fiery look about him. The guys had always hated on him, which, I thought, was because the girls in my grade never seemed to stop talking about how they wanted classes with Mr. Tenton.

Me, I had two. History and english. He was always hard on me, but we seemed to have a bond that no teacher and student had. I didn't know why, considering I had never spoken a word about his teaching nor his looks. I pressed my lips together, now curious as to why my favourite teacher was staring me down. "Why am I here?" I finally asked, a slight edge to my voice.

Mr. Tenton smirked, moving so he was right in front of me. He placed his hands on either side of the desk on which I was sitting, leaning forwards so he was inches away from my face. I swallowed, but he only continued to smirk.

"I have been told you've been attempting to clean up your act," he said matter-of-factly.

I scoffed, "By who?"

He smirked even larger, moving his face closer to mine than it already was. "I always sensed there was good in you," he said with a chuckle, "But then again, I kind of liked the little baddie you had become."

I narrowed my eyes, "What exactly is it you want?"

"You tell me," he retorted, his eyes pouring into my soul.

I scoffed, "I have to get home, Mr. Tenton."

He laughed, "I thought you had no rules."

I swallowed, not even getting a chance to react as my teacher pushed his lips into mine. I gasped, trying to pull back when he pushed me backwards onto a pod of desks. He mended his lips against mine, causing an agonzing moan to erupt from my throat. A teacher and a student, the most disastraous kind of relationship known to mankind, and here I was fulfilling it. You may find it gross, as he is an adult and I am no more than a student, but as I thought about it, 8 years is none to large.

Wait..

Three realizations:

1: He came onto me.

2: I didn't want him on me, I just didn't know the definition of the word no.

3: I didn't do anything as he snaked his hands up my shirt.

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I let out a groan, and a little part of me wanted someone to walk in and drag this man off of me. I glanced at my pants and shirt on the tile floor across the room. I looked up, his lips still crashing against mine. It had to have only been about ten minutes, but now I feared of where Aiden was. Would he have guessed I went off with some guy? Or was he still waiting for me to drive him home?

I closed my eyes, sucking in my breath as the desks creaked from our weight. I grabbed onto Mr. Tenton's bare chest, breaking the kiss and using all my strength to thrust him backwards off of me. He stumbled, running into the wall as I jumped off the desk.

I gathered my clothes and slipped them back onto my tired body. I gasped for breath, stomping up to my naked teacher then bended down to whisper in his ear. "No one hears about this," I spat, "And this never happened." I stood up and turned to walk when his hand lashed out, smacking my ass with a hard slap. I spun back around, tears welling in my eyes, "And it's never happening again!" I screeched before I fled from the room.

I slammed the classroom door shut behind me, noticing very few students still wandering the halls. Of course, the buses had already left. I fixed my hair as best I could, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand in a desperate attempt to stop my body from shaking. Why was I so stupid? Yes, it wasn't my fault, but I sure as hell didn't do anything to stop it.

I sighed, shaking my head as I dug my hands into my pocket. I grinned slightly as I passed by my principal, wanting her to shoot me right then and there. Why did I sleep with my teacher? The answer was obvious. I was Peyton Lemming, and the 'goodie two shoes' me had laughed at me and died when my father did. I wasn't meant to be a good girl, I was a slut with an attitude.

And that was the way it would always be.

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Sorry! Needed to have a chapter to get Peyton back into her old baddie self!! :D Comment, fan, vote?

Question: Will she regret it, or will she lose the deal?