A Lesson After Hours: Jay's Monster Mac

Chapter 2: Class Begins

"Okay everyone, let's get started! Incase you do not already know me, I'm Mr. McCormick," your new teacher yells out to the class in his extremely attractive, manly voice. "Let's get into some rules and such really quickly for the good of the cause!" His booming voice makes you swoon, it seems as if he is speaking to you, and only you. Oh how you wish he was yours... He walks over to your seat, your eyes gleamed over as you fantasize about you deepest, darkest, most delicious desires. "Y/n," he chirps as he locks eyes with you, "I would recommend you pay attention, especially on the first day of school." You shake your head as your wandering mind comes back into focus. You speak in your soft, gentle voice. "Sorry sir, it won't happen again." He licks his lips as he walks away, and says, hardly audible, "It better not...princess."

~the next day~

After spending the whole night dreaming of your new, hot teacher, it's time to get prepared for school. You put on your best outfit and body spray, hoping to impress him. You know he's only your teacher.. but you just can't suppress your urges. There's his glasses, his big, bushy beard that travels all the way down his neck, and his incredibly refined sense of fashion. After preparing for your second day of school, as if it were a date, you leave your house and rush to see him. Once you get there, you see your friends, but decide you're better off making it to class early so you can inhale the essence of Mr. McCormick's testosterone. You quickly turn away from them to rush to D hallway, hoping he will be there. Once you make it to the library, you begin to frantically look around for him. He is nowhere to be found, so you rush inside, praying he's in the lower library, even though other students will be there and interrupt your private time. As you walk down the stairs, you realize it's empty, and start to turn back.

Just as you turn, to the delight of your ears, you hear, "Y/n! y/n! Good to see you!" Mr. McCormick rushes over in a bright, neon green dress shirt, Mr. Potato Head tie, and black dress pants. He is absolutely irresistible, your pants seem to grow tighter as he quickly approaches you. The jingling of the coins in his pockets, along with his lanyard, and the squeaking of his shoes excite you to an unexplainable degree.

"Y/n, you left your notebook here last period! I hope you don't mind, but I looked through it to find out whose it was." Uh oh. That means he saw your doodles. Drawings of his beautiful, luscious beard and what appears to be a mullet. He gives you a scandalous, daring look, and you can tell that he's seen what you created. "I think you're a pretty creative person." He purrs. You can feel your face growing red. You want to stay longer, but the embarrassment is too much to handle. You grab your notebook and run off, fearful for what class might bring.