A Sinful Desire (Discontinued)

Nine

Sadly, every weekend quickly comes to an end. It's Monday and I am feeling anything but thrilled to be waking up early and attending another long, stressful and boring day at school with those pretentious, stuck up prep kids.

I exit my town car and slip my bag over my shoulders. I look up at the dull building and take in a sigh as I prepare to enter this prison.

I walk in through the large double doors and manuver through these idiots to my first period. I left later than usual so I wouldn't get stuck listening to Olivia's bullshit right before school. Most likely a detailed description of a wet dream she probably had about Mr. Bennett.

He's attractive, I will admit. But his shit personality definitely gets in the way of that. 

After lunch, I think of any excuse to NOT go to Mr. Bennett's class. I tell Olivia and Becky that I need to talk to one of my other teachers and not to wait up for me. I wonder what Bennett will say/do when I arrive late to his class. Or what if I skip altogether? Yes, I like that idea... Then again, Liv and Becky would bitch at me for that... Fine. I guess I'll just be a bit late.

I walk into the ladies' room to touch up my make-up, trying to find any distraction for a few minutes. You're trying to make yourself look good for Bennett. An inner voice tells me. I scowl at the thought and shake it away. No, I'm just trying to kill time before going to class! 

I finally decide it's about time to go to class. Fifteen minutes late, he's gonna throw a fit. I smirk at the thought. Why show him respect if he's gonna be such a douche? Ten bucks there's gonna be a sub. I think, betting with myself. Then again, if it is a sub, that would be awesome! I hate Bennett. ... Don't I? Of course I do!!! 

I walk into the classroom, utterly disappointed when I see Mr. Bennett teaching. Of fucking course it's him. I groan and make my way to my seat. As I do, I can feel everyone's eyes on me. How come everyone has to stare when someone enters the room? Look away, please. Thanks. 

I slump into my seat next to Liv and Becky. I look up to see Bennett glaring at me. I raise my eyebrows at him, waiting for him to speak.

"Do you have a note?" He asks, angry in his tone.

I shrug. "No."

He tenses, clearly getting frustrated. "How come you're fifteen minutes late to my class?"

I shrug once more. "I hate this class so I took my sweet time getting here." I bluntly reply.

"Congratulations, Miss Evans. You get detention. Again." He growls. I hear the rest of the students let out an "oooooh!"  I just roll my eyes.

"What else is new?" Hell, I already have detention. What else is he gonna do?

45 minutes into the class period and I've managed to turn Bennett's face red with anger. I sit in my desk with a smirk on my face, feeling quite pleased with myself.

He finally stops talking and passes us our assignment for the day. I will admit, I'm a little sad that he's finished talking, I really wanted  to continue bantering with him. I've come to find it quite fun to piss him off now. I can tell that he no longer finds this funny.

As the day comes to an end, I return to Mr. Bennett's classroom to find him erasing the white board. I take a seat in my usual desk and wait patiently.

Mr. Bennett harshly sits down behind his desk with a huff and stare down at papers, correcting assignments. I take this time to really look at him, damn he's angry. And beautiful. Holy shit, he's hot when he's mad. I've been told I'm hot when I'm mad, that's why a lot of guys try to piss me off, because they think it's hot. 

Oh. My. God. Is that why Mr. Bennett said he enjoys making me angry? Because he thinks it's hot? No. Of course not! That's silly. He's my teacher! Although... He really isn't that much older than I am... and what about what he said on the second day of school? He never denied wanting that kind of... attention from me. All he said was that an attraction to a student is sinful. That's him denying it, right?... Is it? I look up at him, a vein is popping out of his neck, and oh lord, I suddenly really wanna suck on that neck. Woah! Allie! What the fuck are you thinking?? I'm thinking I wanna fuck Mr. Bennett... I bite my lower lip and admire his biceps underneath his white button up dress shirt. His tie is slightly loosened from early when I was pissing him off. I could slowly unbutton his shirt, kissing his chest after every button, maybe let him tie me up with that tie. WOAH! Where did that come from?? 

"Miss Evans." Mr. Bennett's sexy deep voice snaps me out of my... dirty... thoughts.

"Yes?" I ask quietly, still recovering from those sexy, sinful thoughts.

He looks up at me with a cocked eyebrow. "What are you thinking about?"

I'm caught off guard. "What... Uh... What kind of question is that?" I finally snap, able to think and breathe again.

He chuckles. "Well you were biting your lip and continuously shuffling in your seat." He replies accusingly.

"What are implying?" I snap again.

He smirks. "So, do you enjoy making me angry, Miss Evans?" He responds, changing the subject.

"I just decided that because you purposely make me angry, why not I do the same to you? It's only fair. What's wrong? Don't like the taste of your own medicine?" Thank god, my sass has returned and the dark thoughts are in the back of my mind. For now, anyway.

His smirk stays on his face as he chuckles slightly. "Admit it. You've found yourself falling for me. Just like every other girl at this school."

I scoff, my mouth drops. "Oh really? And what makes you think that?"

"Probably because you find it attractive when I'm mad. It's a common thing. Many people can become quite sexy when they're angry." He says with his classic smirk as he gives me this... Look. A look I'm unsure how to describe. As if he's trying to tell me something with his eyes.

Puzzled, I furrow my eyebrows and open my mouth to speak, but I don't know how to respond. "I- uh- Are you- Wait, what?" I say in defeat, unable to figure out how to reply.

He chuckles, but says nothing. He bites his lip and continues giving me that... Look. Oh, god he's hot. I wanna kiss him. Now. I bite my lip and find myself shuffling in my seat. Has Mr. Bennett turned me on only with a look and a lip bite? What am I? A fourteen year old boy?? I noticed that my breathing becomes heavier. I want him. Oh lord, how I want him. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he wants me too. Does... Does he?

I take in a gulp, he's still biting his lip and staring. I look out the window, hoping to control my hormones. This situation should be uncomfortable. I should feel awkward having a teacher look at me in such a way, but instead I like it. 

"Alison. Do you need assistance with any assignments?" He asks in an almost-seductive, sexy tone.

My breath hitches and I slowly turn my head to look at him. My mouth is slightly open and my breathing stay heavy. I don't know what to say or do. Is he making a move? Does he want me to make the first move in case I don't want him? But what if he's not hinting at anything... Then this is just embarrassing!

My body ignores all of my nagging thoughts as I remove myself from the small desk and stand in front of Mr. Bennett's desk and look down at him. He looks up at me with a hint of a smirk lingering on his face. 

I gulp once more before I find myself walking around his desk. He turns his chair, following my movements until we're finally facing each other, with nothing blocking us from one another. I look at the door, closed, no window. I look back down at Mr. Bennett and take in a shaky breath before I finally grasp his face in my hands and hungerly press my lips against his. He takes hold of my hips and pulls me into him. I oblige and climb on top of him so that I'm stradling him, the make-out becoming more and more heated the longer it goes on.