Mr. Gilinsky // book i

part ii

part ii

—Jack's Point of View—

I fidgeted in my seat as I waited for the first class of the day to filter into my classroom. I looked down at the stack of notebooks on my desk, Alaska's at the bottom, but still the only one I could think of. After I cleaned up last night, I stuffed all the notebooks in my bag and tried to forget about them, but I had regrettably woke up this morning with a hard on, a dream of the bright-eyed student lingering in my mind.

I looked up as the first bell rang, signaling the start of class. I gulped as my eyes drifted to Alaska's seat before I quickly looked away.

"Good–" I cleared my throat.

"Good morning class." I started passing the notebooks back as the class responded with their hello's.

"Opinionated discussion on Gatsby, please open your workbooks." I choked out, trying to control myself from the unpure thoughts trying to invade my mind.

I tried to remain calm as I placed Alaska's notebook back on her desk before walking back to the front of the room quickly.

—Alaska's Point Of View—

I sighed, placing my textbook on my desk when I noticed a post-it note stuck to the cover of my red notebook. I swear, I stopped breathing for a minute as I stared down at the notebook my Teacher had just set down on my desk. That– That was NOT my english notebook. My chest grew tighter as I found it hard to breathe momentarily. Okay babe, breath. Maybe he didn't read it.

*Please see me after class.* Was written in his sloppy cursive on the blue post it note. I am going to die of embarrassment. I can't believe how careless I was with my book. Now my crush, my teacher had seen what I had written. About him. What if he showed the principal? What if I get expelled? I want to cry. I looked over at Ezra with tears welling in my eyes, him looking quizzically at me before I dismissed it with a brief nod. I looked up as Mr. Gilinsky started teaching, but quickly put my head back down as we made eye contact, my entire face turning pink. I decided keeping my head down for the rest of the class was the best idea. I feel like I am going to throw up. I gulped , staring at my desk as silence fell over the room.

"Alaska, please sit in the front of the classroom." Mr. Gilinsky said after a moment, as I made my way to the desk directly in front of his.

"Alaska." Mr. Gilinsky began with a stern voice, but sighed when he saw the terrified look of embarrassment on my face. He sighed and softened his voice.

"Alaska, We need to talk about the things you wrote in your journal." I squirmed in my seat, drawing Mr. Gilinsky's eyes down to bare thighs, as the movement shifted my skirt up a bit. He cleared his throat and shook his head, probably trying to stay professional in a situation like this.

"I-I'm really sorry, Mr. Gilinsky." I mumbled still looking down at the desk in front of me. I bit my lip as tears welled up in my eyes, his eyes glancing at my lips before his tongue darted out to wet his. He cleared his throat and sat up straighter, knowing both him and I aware of the boner he was starting to sport.

"Alaska, you must know that things are not appropriate for school." He said as I nodded, the blush on my cheeks nearly permanent. Mr. Gilinsky gulped before speaking.

"Alaska, I am going to have to do something about this. This is a very serious issue." He choked before fumbling with his tie, loosening it a little bit.

"P-please, don't tell Mrs. Kim sir. I'll get expelled!" I looked up quickly, desperation in my eyes.

"Stand up, and come over here, Alaska. Now." He said sternly. I gulped and stood, my knees shaking nervously as I walked over to stand in front of my teacher, him spinning in his chair to face me.