Bad teacher▪C.B

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The bell rang for the end of lunch. I didn't move though, I didn't want to. This was the class I dreaded most everyday. I'd do anything to prolong my lunch. So I guess I should finish my food instead of going to class. And that's what I did... or what I'm doing.

I take another bite of my sandwich scarfing it down. And now it's my trip to the restroom to hack it back up. Yep, I'm that kind of girl. The one who looks like she loves to eat but throws it all up. Most people would say I'm anorexic but that's not the case I'm not super skinny but im not fat.

The second bell rings signalling that class had officially started. Yay I'm still in the bathroom. I wait another ten minutes before cleaning up and going to class. As I push the door open everyone's heads snap in my direction.

"Ms. Y/l/n late again. My my what am I gonna do with you?" Mr. Besson smiles small and chuckles.

I roll my eyes. "Sorry sick again," I mumble and sit in my seat near the back.

"Again? Listen y/n this is the last time. I want you to come sit up here. And you have detention with me after school for the rest of the week," he says.

My eyes go wide. WHAT? There is no way in hell that I will spend an hour everyday with this man alone. Like I said ALONE! I already hated him enough I didn't need another reason to hate him.

"What? You can't do that," I cross my arms obviously annoyed by the man.

"I just did," the class 'ooos'. I get up and slouch into the seat right next to his desk while mumbling that he's an asshole under my breath. He ignores me and goes on with his lesson that I carelessly interrupted.

"As I was saying Epsilon Virginis, formally named Vindemiatrix, is a star in the zodiac constellation of Virgo. The apparent visual magnitude of this star is +2.8, making it the third-brightest member of Virgo.Vindemiatrix lies at a distance of about 109.6 light-years from the Sun, give or take a half light-year. Which is pretty cool.

In this lesson we will be learning about all the stars in the Virgo family. Such as Porrima, Minelauva, and Zavijava. Next week we will learn about the binary stars. Take this packet and pass it down your row.

I expect this assignment to be done when you come back tomorrow. It's just fill in the blank. Number 6 and 10 are both letter C I thought those where the hardest. You have twenty minutes to work on it in class," Mr, Besson says.

I take a sheet and pass the rest of them. I wasn't gonna do the paper so I slipped it in my folder and pulled out my airpods.

You can feel Mr, Bessons eyes on you as you sit there quietly not doing anything. I look up and he looks away. Strange.

My eyes trail down his body. Tiffany was kinda right he wasn't that bad looking. He wore tight jeans and a dress up shirt the first two buttons undone. And jewelry. Rings, necklaces.

He turned and looked at me now it was my turn to look away. I pull out the sheet he passed out and look at it. Absolute bullshit that I don't know. Probably cause of his boring lessons I always fall asleep.

"Do you need help with that?" Mr. Besson asks trailing his fingers over the desk to the first question.

Damn him. He had long fingers that would probably feel amazing. No stop! That's disgusting. Tiff got an image stuck in your head.

"What is it?" I ask crossing my legs to stop the tingling feeling. He shakes his head and licks his lips. Damn. Fuck.

"I can't tell you the answer all I can do is help you," he says.

"How can you help me if you don't show me what the answer is? I don't know any of this shit," I roll my eyes not even caring at this point. I just really need to get out of this classroom.

"Language y/n," Mr, Besson scolds. "Don't want your punishment to be worse than detention do you?"

The bell rang meaning class was over. I quickly grab my things and brush past my teacher to go to my next class.

The end of the day was approaching fast. Every other class except for astronomy went fast. The one class you hated.

Everyone already left school but you had to go back to Mr. Bessons classroom. Hoping that it wouldn't be only you and him. Especially with it being awkward. Just his fingers made you wet.

"Hey y/n take out your assignment and put it on your desk. Let's see what you have done," Mr. Besson greets you. Ha none of it. Absolutely none of the worksheet was filled out.

Mr. Besson closes the door to his classroom locking it behind him. Strange. He had blinds covering his windows so no one could see in. That's how it always is.

"You didn't do it?"

"Uh um no I told you I didn't understand it," I didn't lie. But also cause I didn't want to do it.

He sits on the edge of your desk taking the worksheet in his hand. The veins in his arm popped out as he clutched the paper. Not again. I could feel myself getting wet for the man again.

"How about we make a deal?" Mr. Besson asks. "And no one can know okay?"

"What is it?" I ask confused.

"I will bump your grade to a B. And make sure you pass all of your worksheets if you only do a quarter of the work-" he says. I look up clearly liking the idea of this.

"What's the catch tho?" I stare at the blonde who was thinking.

"You be my dirty little secret. You help me when I need help, I take you on dates, and I treat you like my girl outside of class... what do you say?" Mr. Besson bites his lip.

"Mr. Bess-"

"Corbyn," he corrects me.

"Corbyn I don't really think that's appropriate," I think for a minute liking the idea of my grade going up from my d. But a sexual relationship with my teacher. That I said was disgusting. "I don't know!"

Corbyn nods his blonde hair flopping on his face. You stare into his eyes and he does the same.

"Just think about it," Corbyn throws out. He licks his lips before turning around and walking to his desk. "Detention is over you can go now."