Darkest Of Nights | Sally Face

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Larry Johnson x Teacher!Reader

Thought this would be an interesting plot. Sorry but the reader will be shorter than Larry for the sake of plot. I haven't been to highschool in so long so forgive me if some things are not right.

"Mr. Johnson," you spoke in a harsh tone. "This is not the time for drawing. Put it away before I give you detention."

He sighed staring at his masterpiece, not listening to what you said. It was a drawing of what he would imagine you would look like naked and he had almost perfected it.

You let out an angry sigh and stormed over to the seventeen year old's desk. Before he could had the final detail to the picture, you snatched it from his desk. As soon as your eyes made contact with the paper, your cheeks were on fire.

"Larry Johnson," you hissed, crumbling up the paper. "Two weeks detention."

You walked back to your desk and tossed the paper in the trashcan. You felt slightly flattered that Larry would think of you like that, but also a little worried.

All the students were staring at you in curiosity of what the picture was. "Get back to work. That quiz is not going to take itself." You barked the order and the students went back to work.

At the end of class the students lined up, handing in their quizzes. Some mumbled that it was easy, some saying it was too difficult.

Out the corner of your eye, you saw the almost six foot boy try to sneak out with his shorter, blue haired friend.

"Mr. Johnson." He stopped and slouched drastically to hide in front of the other students. "Get over here."

"I'll see you later, Larry." His best friend said as he left the classroom.

"Im not done with you young man."

Larry turned around and walked to your desk. You sat down and tilted your head slightly at his behaviour. His cheeks were a light shade of red and he refused to look at your face.

"You know why I'm giving you detention, correct?"

He nodded, biting his lip. "Sorry you had to see that."

You began writing an excuse for his next class. "You should not be thinking of me in that type of way Larry. I'm close to your age, yes, but you should be liking someone your own age."

"I can't help it. You're just so sexy." He mumbled.

You're face lit up once again. "Find interest in someone your own age. I cannot be involved with you and you know that." You handed him the excuse. "You're a fantastic artist by the way. Just don't draw naked pictures of me, okay?"

He let out a sigh and nodded. "Thanks."

"Now, go to class. I'll see you for detention."

After he left the room, you went to the almost empty trashcan and plucked the balled up paper out of the plastic bin.

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It was ten after school let out, but Larry was no where to be seen. You let out a sigh as you leaned against your desk. This was more punishment for you than him.

There were supposed to be a couple other teens were supposed to show up, but it was obvious to you that none would.

"Why do I have to be the dentition teacher?" You wailed out and threw your hands over your face.

A soft knock came from the door which caught your attention. You threw your hands down and looked at the door. Larry Johnson was standing there with an awkward smile.

"Sup dude." He walked into the classroom. "Sorry I'm late. Teacher wouldn't let me out."

"Sit Larry." He did as told, sitting in the front row. "Now, you know why you're here. We can skip that. Let get to the point of how to avoid coming back here. Get out a pen and paper and write down what I write on the board." You grabbed the chalk and began writing simple ways to avoid getting dentition.

"Isnt anyone else coming?" Larry questioned.

You sighed. "No. No one ever comes to dentition. Back to the lesson." You continued to write on the chalk board as Larry stared at your backside. Imagining how nice it would be to see your body without clothes in real life.

While you continued to drone on, unknown to you, Larry rose from his seat and walked over to the board. Before you could write your last sentence, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and something on your shoulder.

"You know (Y/N), you have a lovely voice."

"L-Larry!" You stuttered. "What are you doing? Let go of me right now." You dropped the chalk and started to try and pry his hands away from your midsection.

"I don't wanna." You heard the pout in his voice.

"You're going to get me in trouble if someone sees!"

"And no one's gonna see." He dropped his voice down an octave which made your body involuntarily shiver. He placed a gentle kiss on your neck, causing you to shiver again.

You continued to try and pull his arms away from you. "Larry, stop!" You had to admit. This affection he was showing was very nice, especially after being alone for so long, but the sense of fear was driving you away from loving it.

"(Y/N)," he loosened his grip around you and spun you around. He lifted your face by your chin to make you look in his eyes. "I really, really like you."

"Larry-" Before you could udder another words, his lips were on yours. He pushed you gently into the chalkboard with his hand still around your waist.

Your body stood there frozen, not sure what to do. After a moments of shock, you gently pushed Larry away.

"Larry, I think its time for you to go home." You head hung as you pushed him away with both hands on his chest.

He opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it, finding that he had no words to say. He turned around and packed up his things. "See ya tomorrow, (Y/N)." Larry spoke quietly before leaving the classroom.

"That's (Ms./Mr.) (L/N) to you Johnson." You let your words chase after him.

You stood there, staring at the door he just left through. Processing your own feeling was always a difficult task, especially when it came to how you felt about Larry.