me
Bryan raises his hand
I like secks.
I look to my left, a ticking clock sits on a wooden table. Our alcoholic teacher, Mr. Jyle, sits in the swivel chair next to it gulping down some sort of unknown liquor. I sigh and shift in my seat, just as the heavy wooden door thrusts open.
"Oh Goodie!" Mr.Jyle screeches and throws his giant red water bottle onto the desk next to him. The SmartBoard flickers from a slide about the Plymouth Colony to a picture of the characters to a coding network.
"Alright you fuckers- er -I mean class!" Mr.Jyle roars and gestures toward the suited man.
I reposition myself against the chair, licking my bottom lip into a smile.
"This is Bryan, an actor hired to teach you shitheads about video games and whatever the fuck." Mr.Jyle coughs and falls into his stupid swivel chair.
Bryan is young and handsome. He has dark hair and intimidating eyes. I want to grab his arm and inhale his cent like a drug addict with cocaine. He must have noticed me staring, his eyes lock into mine and i jolt in my chair.
Emma sits
He clears his throat.
"Uh-I-" —he pauses and seems to stare directly at me— "Well yeah I'm bRyAn DeChArT"
I smirk and find myself slowly, cautiously, excitedly separating my thighs.
I don't notice but rather stare up at him.
He babbles on but I can't stop thinking. Everything he touches I imagine myself as. His fingers glide against the smooth surface of the board. I bite my lip.
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"And I suppose that's all, and that's on periodt sis." He maneuvers his fingers from the board and clasps them together. "Any questions?"
I finally notice the space between my legs and quickly close them. It seems as if I were the only one moving in the entire room. He steps steadily, taking his time to approach me.
Before I know it his hands are against my desk, his lips perched into a small grin.
"Question?" He cOCKS a brow. I shake my head, looking everywhere but in his direction.
Somehow I lock eyes with Emma in the mess.
"Connor?! The android sent by Cyber Slice?!" She whispers. I smirk and shift forward, placing a hand against his and removing my gaze from Emma and onto him.
"Wait!" I shout, "Mr- uh- Bryan?"
He turns his jaw just over his shoulder, barely enough to make eye contact with me.
"Hm?"
"I really like how you did that first problem. The one about coding numbers? Can you tell us how you did it?"
He smiles and extends an arm so he's on my desk again.
"What's your name?"
"I don't think it's possible to answer a question with a question, sir."
He cocks the same stupid brow and tilts his head.
"Cameron." I clear my throat, "My name is Cameron."
He nods.
"Well, Cameron, Here's the thing," —he pauses and raises a hand— "I'm like pi, baby. I'm really long and I go on forever."
My hand squeezes on my thigh and I feel my whole body tense up. He grabs whatever he brought with him and finally waves farewell, some sort of message behind his eyes that I can't figure out.
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The Plymouth Colony bores the rest of my day. I was waiting for excitement, any type of joy to brighten up my day. Of course, success awaited.
