Teaching Dominance ||Colin Farrell||

2. Ignorant Much?

The rest few weeks, me and Farrell did not acknowledge each other's  existence. Don't get me wrong though, I'm used to people ignoring my existence and shit.

Also, who the hell does he think he is?
Okay, I admit he's pretty hot but that does not mean can kiss a student and call me 'little girl'. Asshat.

Anyway, I've been doing good in my studies. Finally.

Now, I'm in my class drawing a smoking girl on my doodle book and just-- "Miss Morris?"

Oh, crud.

I look up to see Farrell with his hands in front him. "What do you want, professor?" I ask as I use my hand under my jaw line for support.

He gestures around the classroom with tight lips. "You can go home now. Like everyone else."

I look around to see that the classroom is actually empty. "Oh, sure." I gather my stuff and pick up my backpack as I headed out the door.

"But can we talk for a second, little girl?" His voice echoes throughout the room.

I sigh, turning around as I take the nearest seat and sit back down. "Fine."

He walks over to where I am sitting, places his hands on my desk and leans his head as he whispers in my ear, "I noticed your ignorance towards me, Miss Morris. Why is that?" He pulls back and stops in front of my face.

Oh, that's how he wants to play?

"Because I was afraid I would fall for my hot teacher and I was afraid I would attack his lips whenever he would talk to his students with those pretty little lips, professor." I tease, biting my lip. That was all sarcasm, by the way.

"Well, I'm always available after class, baby girl." He smirks as he bites his lip, mirroring my previous action.

I pull his collar so he was only inches away from my face. I lean forward so our lips are now slightly touching. "And my feet are always available to kick your balls at anytime, professor."

And after that, I push him off me as I went to the door, closing it behind me.

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Now, if you're gonna ask me why I didn't actually kicked his balls the other time he kissed me, it's because I was having a hangover the night before and I haven't had sex for a long time. But as you read it, I still managed to control my sexual needs.

I'm at my apartment right now, just the usual. Eating pizza, watching Hemlock Grove on Netflix, a bottle of vodka in my hand and a cigarette in the other.

Just finished my homework for tomorrow and cannot stop thinking about Farrell. Why am I his victim of seduction? I'm just a normal living piece of shit, and that's seriously it.

I was never loved. By my parents, my relatives, and my brother. Why? Because I was not a perfect student, a perfect child nor a perfect sister. I was always angry when anybody tells me what to do. That's why I got kicked out of the first year of high school because I placed cockroaches in my teacher's bag because she failed me at math. And I thought back then I was the right one because I though I was doing great in math, but was actually getting lots of zeroes.

I am still depressed for what happened in my life. I lost my virginity to a fucking playboy, my aunt kicked me out of her house when I was eighteen, my best friend since I was eight was actually the one who was fucking that dickhead behind my back, but thankfully, I got a job at Dominoe's before they even kicked me out her life and had a couple month's worth of savings before my aunt did it.

And now, Farrell's surprisingly not one of the things I'm depressed about, I'm actually having fun with his game. As I said before, I like to mess with the teachers a lot.

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"Alright, class, that's it for the day. Get out." Farrell announces as all the students place their textbooks in their bags and going through the door.

I wait for the last three students to leave before approaching his desk as he gathers all of the papers we passed him and folds it neatly before placing all of it in his bag. "Professor, can I have a word?"

"What is it you want, Miss Morris?" He inquires without looking up.

I respond by dropping my bag on the floor, shoving myself against him until his back hits the wall, and hungrily attacking his lips. He responds by placing both of his hands on my legs, making them wrap around his waist as he turns both of us until my back now hits the wall.

He pulls away, my hands still on the sides of his neck. "Change of heart, baby girl?"

I smirk back, "Who could resist such an exotic professor?"

We both laugh at this as we attack each other's lips now more slow, but deep.

I pull away and smirk. "See you around..." I slowly remove his hands under my ass and place my feet back on the floor and whisper in his ear, "professor."

Oh, this is gonna be a fun game after all.

*****

A/N: Can you guess what happens next? The next chapter will be the last because he's gonna kill Heidi for fun.

Nah, just kiddin'. A little bit.