You walk in room 243, sweaty pits because you cane back from gym, undid laces from running to get to class, and an uncharged ipad, from too much homework. I knock on the door, and he opens the door.
My heart starts beating.
My hands got palmy.
My hair fell out of its updo and I tucked it back."Sorry I'm late... sir." I speak up. I drop my iPad and I swear.
"Fuck!"
He looks at me, with those blue, mystic, ocean eyes, and says,
"Watch your mouth, y/n."
I gulp.
"That's a detention y/n. Today after school with me." He says, with a stern voice. His bald head shines with the light coming through the big window facing the school parking lot, the curtains cutting off the sun.
I nod my head, and trip on the trash cans and sit in my seat. I catch him staring at me and I tuck my blonde hair behind my ear.
"Get our your notebook, y/n" he says in front of everyone. The class laughs, but he doesn't.
"Go outside y/n." He says. The class "oohs" and I trip over the trash cans once again.
"Ooh, y/n is gonna get beat outside!" A student says. I take a shit on his iPad and go outside.
Two minutes after I see his bald head through the small rectangular window and I make sure my boobs look good in my cardigan from Walmart.
He steps out, and pushes me against the locker. I yelp and look him in the eyes. His butt chin moves when he talks.
"Do you want to get punished?" He says.
I stare into his eyes, and don't know what to say.
Did I just fall in love with my teacher?
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My history boy ❤️ (y/n POV)
FanfictionAP kids only. No wimpy ass regular kids. Honors is a maybe. #fuck12 A History class imagine.