❀ substitute teacher. joshler. ❀

I Think This Is Better Than Detention

I smirked most of the rest of first period, but I did have some butterflies. They were mostly there because I was nervous.

But one very evil part of my mind was telling me I fucked up.

God, why would you do that?

I wanted to fuck around. This is how I can get my money.

Like you're gonna win. He's just gonna shame you for acting like a slut. You're a boy.

Like I don't know that. Just go the fuck away.

I started to feel sick and I grew more nervous. I shouldn't have done this. I really fucked up.

×

The final bell rang and I immediately hopped out of my seat in English class, running out the door. The hallway was packed. So many people trying to leave and I was trying to get to Mr. Dun's class.

I saw the door and booked it. Once I got there I walked in and saw him standing there, a smirk playing on his lips.

"At least you're not late," He seethed. I shrugged. "So, what do you want, I have-" I tried but only got knocked into the wall held by my throat.

"You think you're so smart, hm?" He asked, eyes full of anger. "Your little bet? I know about it," Mr. Dun continued, pressing harder against my throat. "I overheard Brendon and his friends talking about it. You're stupid, thinking you could pull that off."

I shuddered, desperately trying to breathe. I clawed at this arm and he chuckled darkly.

"Hm, Baby, you really think you can get in my pants?" He asked while letting go of my throat.

With a small gasp of air I replied snarkily, "Think? I know so."

He smirked and shook his head, rolling his dark brown eyes. "You're such a slut," He murmered, his lips pursing and his voice seeming like honey.

"I'm not."

"Bullshit. You're throwing yourself at me."

"I- I'm not, Sir," I say, falling into subspace. He growls and clenches his jaw.

"Bullshit."

I shake my head and bite my bottom lip, shivering slightly.

"I'm not lying. I just want money," I reply, feeling more lust-filled with the way he stares at me like I'm worthless prey.

"Slut," He murmers, inching closer to my body, eyes locked with mine. "Good thing Brendon doesn't catch my eye," He says, pulling away from me.

"But you do, Darlin," He continues, opening the door, and pushing me out.

"See me after class the rest of this week, Tyler," He cooes, slamming the door in my face.

Dumbstruck is all I am.

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woah im actually laughing at how dedicated I am to this fic.
also this is the last tyler pov chapter lol.

-joshy