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teacher's pet- mr. pascal (AU)

Warnings: age-gap! reader is about 18
(Let me know if you want part 2!)
Song: Teacher's Pet- Melaine Martinez

(Y/N) shuts her locker loudly, pushing past a few people who scoff. No one really liked her and it showed. She didn't know why. Maybe it was her glasses. She tries to ignore it most of the time.

She sighs heading to United States Government. To be honest she was really good at it. Maybe that's why everyone hated her. She was brilliant and is valedictorian. (Y/N) reaches her class, seeing a new teacher sitting in Mr. Cook chair. She sits in the front of the room setting her bag on the floor. Students file in. (Y/N) looks up seeing the new teacher looking at her. She gets a chill and shivers. His eyes were intimidating.

Caught the teacher giving his eyes to a student
Thought he pretty cute and she bit her lip back to him
Chewing on her nails and her pens while she's dreaming of him
And he's fucking in sin, you know he is

The bell rings and the new teacher starts class. "Good afternoon, class." He says. "My name is Mr. Pascal." He says writing his name of the board. As he turns to write his name someone throws a paper at (Y/N). It hits her head landing on her desk. She opens the crumbled piece of paper. It reads "Are you going to be a teacher's pet again, smarty?" (Y/N) sighs and puts the paper in her bag.

She said, "It's for all the right reasons
Baby, don't care 'bout grades
Just call me your lady
If I pass this quiz will you give me your babies?
Don't call me crazy
You love me but you won't come save me
You got a wife and kids, you see them daily
Don't know why you even need me"

"I want all of you to introduce yourselves and explain one of your hobbies." Mr. Pascal says with a small smile. Everyone groans, except for (Y/N). Everyone goes around and introduces theirselves. Mr. Pascal's eyes land on her. "Uh, my name is, (Y/N) (L/N). I like to read, mostly fantasy or sci-fi." She says. A few people laugh. "I don't see what's so funny." Mr. Pascal says giving the class a stern look. "Care to explain?" He adds and (Y/N) blushes, embarrassed. Some jock speaks up, "She's a teacher's pet. She likes to read for heaven sakes." He says. "There is nothing wrong with that." Mr. Pascal defends. The jock shuts up and looks down at his desk.

Teacher's pet
If I'm so special why am I secret?
Yeah, why the fuck is that?
Do you regret the things we shared that I'll never forget?
Well, do you tell me that?
I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years
I knew this wouldn't last but fuck you, don't you leave me here
Teacher's pet
If I'm so special why am I secret?

After class, (Y/N) is the last one in the room, packing her back. She hears the door shut after everyone leaves, leaving her alone with Mr. Pascal. "Why do they treat you like that?" He asks quietly. (Y/N) pushes up her glasses. "Like that guy said, I guess I'm a teacher's pet." She mutters, grabbing her bag and standing. She heads to the door but is stopped by Mr. Pascal grabbing her arm. "Yes?" She says looking at him. "What makes them say that?" He asks again. "I guess it's because I'm smart, I mean I wear glasses and read." (Y/N) says looking at the floor. "I think intelligence is important to have." He says with a grin. (Y/N) looks at him but quickly looks away, smiling. His smile was contagious.

She's feeling like a spider in a cage
You liar, you were her desire
Now she wants to light you on fire
But fuck it, she'll still give you a call
And a lighter when you wanna get high
And mess around 'til you get numb

That was the last class of the day and Mr. Pascal had offered to walk (Y/N) out to her car. She said yes and they began to walk in silence out to the parking lot. "So, Miss. (L/N). You like to read." He says as they reach her car. "Yes I do. Very much." (Y/N) says with a smile. "Here." He pulls an orange book out of his bag. There there by Tommy Orange. It seems to be his own copy of the book. "No, no. I can't take-" She starts. "Please take it. It was an amazing book and I think you'd like it." Mr. Pascal says putting the book in (Y/N)'s hand, covering hers with his.

She said "it's for all the right reasons
Baby, don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady
If I pass this quiz will you give me your babies?
Don't call me crazy
You love me, but you won't come save me
You got a wife and kids, you see them daily
Don't know why you even need me"

(Y/N) smiles like an idiot as she drives home. Yes, Mr. Pascal was attractive but (Y/N) would never have the confidence to act on that thought. She reaches her house and heads inside greeting her family. She heads upstairs and grabs the book out of her bag, opening it. A piece of paper falls out. (Y/N) unfolds it. Its Mr. Pascal's number.

Teacher's pet
If I'm so special, why am I secret?
Yeah, why the fuck is that?
Do you regret the things we shared that I'll never forget?
Well, do you? Tell me that
I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years
I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here
Teacher's pet
If I'm so special, why am I secret?