Mr. Hemmings » Luke Hemmings AU

chapter eight

Stella's point of view:

I walk out of six period dreading detention with Mr. Hemmings.

"Stella," I look behind me to see who called me, "Stella are you staying after school?" I look closely and it's Niall."

"Detention for three weeks remember?" I sigh and hear him chuckle.

"Okay, do you need a ride home later?"

"Yeah, can you drop me off," I grab my phone out of my bag, "if you can."

"Yeah," he takes his phone out as well, "I have football practice anyways," he checks his phone again.

"I have to go," he kisses my cheek good bye and I giggle.

"Bye dip shit," I yell as he is running to the boy's gym locker.

I walk to Mr. Hemmmings' class a tad frighten.

"Miss Clifford," he smirks lightly.

I don't say a word, instead I walk to the farthest desk from him and sit. I plug my headphones in my phone and listen to music.

I set my head down and try for him not to come closer. I feel his heat a few minutes later.

I feel him take one ear bud out of my ear, "I don't like getting ignored Miss Clifford." I hear him whisper against my ear.

"S-sorry," I whisper.

"It's fine love," he chuckles, "I was thinking we start the deal next week yanno?"

"How about we don't," I snap at him.

"Don't yell at me," he snaps.

"Don't molest me," I say harshly.

He chuckles before tucking my hair behind my ear, "It's not molesting if you like it baby."

"I don't," I snap at him.

"You won't be saying that when I pleasure you soon," he chuckles before biting my ear lobe softly.

"I want to kiss you," he says as he licks my neck softly.

I gasp and shake my head no, "I don't want you to."

"You will," he smirks, "soon."

"Let me out of detention or else," I say as I black mail him.

"Or else what," he says as he arches his eyebrow up.

"I will tell the head master that you touched me," I smirk, "without my permission."

"You know," he says as he licks his lips, "there is this thing called," he comes closer to me, "lying."

"Just let me out please," I beg him.

"No can do," he shrugs as he sits at the desk next to me.

"Well why we are here let's go over yesterday's homework," he taps on my knee and I move it letting his hand drop.

"Stubborn bitch." I hear him mumble to himself.

"I don't have my math binder," I say as I check my backpack.

"Okay," he frowns, "what do you want to do?"

"Leave and sleep," I snap at him.

"I can't let you leave," he smirks, oh no, "unless you give me a blow job."

I am not shocked, surprised yes, but not shocked. "No," I tell him.

"Guess you're staying for another thirty minutes babe," He chuckles.