Forbidden? It's not forbidden. Is it? (Student/teacher relationship)

Forbidden? It's not forbidden. Is it? Chapter 3.

Another chapter for you guys...I know not many people dont read my storied but it's not about how many reads I get, its about the feeling I get inside when I write. It's one of the best feelings ever. Anyways, enough with the sappy, next chapter!-

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Chapter 3.

"Well, if he's a nice as you say, I can't wait to see that piece of as*." Moo declares, leaning back on the bed. A knock comes from the door and we all turn towards it.

"Do you think it's Cane?" Abbey whispers, looking at the door worridly.

"No, Jenna texted me and told me that she went home. Go answer it Kay," Moo instructs. Kay sighs before heaving herself out of bed and too the door. She opens it a crack but lets out a started gasp, making the rest of us look at each other.

"I don't think you'll have to wait that long, Mon." Kay whispers, opening the door wider and there, standing with bitch Barbie is Mr. Kershaw. 

"What's Bitch Barbie doing here?" I ask, loud enough for them to here. Bitch Barbie huffed, crossing her arms over her fake chest while Mr.Kershaw walked in.

I stand up, ready to snap at him but when I feel a breeze on my legs, I stop. He seems to notice that I'm only wearing an over sized T and pantihose too as his eyes rake over my body.

"Um..." Kay mumbles, looking between me and Mr.Kershaw.

"Oh, yes, I am here to see Monica?" He asks, looking between us. Moo puts her hand up and he nods.

"Care you explain..." He nods towards Bitch Barbie, who is glaring at Moo, her hair fizzing out all over the place and her top looking as if its been put on backwards. Her thigh even has a trickle of blood dripping over it.

"There's nothing to explain. She's a bitch and I snapped." She shrugs, smiling sweetly at Barbie. Barbie huffed, throwing her hands up in the air.

"You stupid bitch!" she squueled.

"Pft- Look who's talking." Moo responds with a smirk. I burst into a fit of laughter, imagining the fight that happened. I just wished I would have stayed and seen that for myself.

They look at me before growling at each other.

"Say sorry, Jasmine." He says pointedly with a roll of his eyes, turning to Bitch Barbie. she looks at him before giggling at his hotness.

"sorry." she giggles, still looking at him and batting her eyelashes.

"Eww.." I mumble, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Now you say sorry, Monica." He instructs. Monica sighs before opening her mouth, then closing it, then opening it again. She's debating on if the detension will be worth it.

"I'm sorry-" she says sincerely and I gasp, its the first time I've heard her say that word, "That I didn't pull one of those fake boobs of yours out." she continues, making me chuckle. I knew it.  She just cannot be nice for one second.

Mr.Kershaw actually looks like he's trying not to laugh for a second, but its gone before I get a chance to study it.

"Okay girl, weekend detention, both of you." He says sadly, looking at Moo and Bitch B.

"What? No!" they both moan at the same time, making them growl at each other.

"And as for you three...." He turns to Kay, Abbey and me and shakes his head.

"I don't know what to do with you three." He mutters under his breath.

I scuff, "And you call yourself a teacher."

He turns to me, eyes focused on my face as he says slowly, "I am a great teacher."

"Really? I couldn't tell." I mumble with a sweet smile. I don't know why I'm doing this. I guess his reaction to my teasing is just to funny. He gets mad over the slightest thing. 

"What are you even doing in this school anyways? You've got to be only a few years older than me, right?" I ask, deciding to charge on and mess with him.

"I'm twenty two, young lady." He growls, sending shivers of lust down my spine.

"Well, I'm eighteen, old man." I hiss taking another step towards him.

"Almost eighteen." someone mumbles from behind me and I recognise it as Abbey's voice.

"What's four months?" I mumble, turning to glare at her. Her eyes widen and she puts her hands up in the air as if in surrender.

"This conversation is over. Jasmine, Monica, I expect to see you too in my office at seven am sharp on saterday. And as for you, Cheryl-"

"It's Cherry." I tell him and he frowns. (Friends call her cherry, as in a red cherry. But teachers call her Cher-y.)

"As for you Cheryl-" He says to annoy me and I growl lightly, "You will have detension after class with me tomorrow." 

"What?! But it's Friday night! I'm not doing detention on a Friday. "I shout, making him smirk a little.

"You are now." With that he's gone, Bitch B following him behind him like a love struck puppy, I don;t blame her, he is one piece of hot a*s, to put it in Moo's words.

"I guess I'm not going to that party with you tomorrow.." I grumble huffily, jumping down on my bed and bouncing up and down angrily for a minute before settling down.

"Come on, you'll be out before you know it." Abbey tries to rationalise, closing over the door that they forgot to close before slumping on her own bed...

Five seconds later and everyone's on their bed, staring at the ceiling.

"I'll tell you something, Cherry-Pop. I'm looking forward to my time with Mr.Eye-Candy." Moo laughs and I can nearly hear her make a 'yumm' noise in the back of her throat. She is so weird at times, it scares me...But I still love her to death..Or well, not to death, because then she would be dead..Ugh! Never mind, you get my point.

"His name is Mr.Kershaw." I groan. Just his name makes me angry.  Him and his stupid Mom who is of sick for a stupid reason and now he's the stupid headmaster...Stupid, stupid, stupid!!

"Who cares what his name is? He's hot, end of." Moo snaps, but her face softens and she gives a small 'Sorry' to us.

"S'okay. But she's right, Cherry. He is hot, you should relish the time you have with him..Maybe you can get a little somethin-somthin out of it." Kayleigh comments waggling her eyebrows making mine shoot up in disgust.

"Eww! And anyway, it's illegal for a teacher and a student to go out." I say stubbornly, even though a small part of my brain wants to know what his lips would feel like on mine... 

"Well, just make-out with him then." Moo suggests, her dirty mind taking over.

"It's still illegal." I tell her flatly. I mean, seriously, he's like old. Not that old but, still at least four years older than me..

"Fine! fine! I'm just saying that you should get in there before Bitch B does..." Moo trails with a small shrug.

I must admit that the thought of Bitch Barbie getting to feel his lips on hers before me makes me sick to my stomach with jealously. What has the world come to these days?!!