Mr Irwin | Ashton Irwin

Two

I wasn't in the mood for dinner. I walked outside to the quite, moonlit garden. I could barely make out the features of a bench. I walked over and sat on it.

I pulled my phone out and sighed when I saw no messages. Did nobody even care to call me? A tear rolled down my cheek and I let it. I mean, not even my family called! Didn't they care at all?

I was startled by a voice, "Lauren?"

I quickly wiped the tear from my cheek. I looked over to a flower bed and saw a silhouette. I couldn't see him but I recognised his voice, "Mr Irwin?"

He walked over and sat beside me, our thighs and shoulders brushing together. I swear, I just wanted to tie his hands to a headboard with that god damned bandana. He sighed, "You are meant to be out here. You're supposed to be in there eating dinner."

"I'm not hungry," I mumbled. "What are you doing out here?"

He ran his hand down the back of his neck and said, "I uh- I came here to get some air."

I raised one of my perfectly plucked eyebrows and said, "Mr Irwin, did you follow me out here?"

"Well..." He trailed off, looking at the floor, "I mean, I was just looking out for you. It's your first day and I don't want you to get lost."

His eyes met mine and suddenly I was lost for words. Our faces were only inches apart. I whispered, "Well you found me."

I saw him glance at his lips before he pulled away and cleared his throat. we both awkwardly stood up and he said, "I'll see you tomorrow, in class." He walked back inside, looking back over his shoulder at me once.

**

I was walking the halls in my pyjama shorts and Calvin Klein bralette, trying to find my way back to my room after going to the bathroom on the other side of school. I was completely lost.

I looked down the dark corridor. There was one slight glimmer of light from a room along the corridor. Mr Irwin's English room.

I walked to the door. He was there. He wore a singlet, showing off his chest and biceps, black sweats and his black bandana. This time there was something different, he was wearing glasses.

I knocked on the door and he immediately looked up from the paper that was on his desk in front of him.

I suddenly felt self conscious since I was in a bralette that was basically a bra, showing the entire shape of my boobs and very short shorts.

I saw him glance at my boobs before he stood up, looking me in the eye. "Miss Deyes, what on earth are you doing here? And dressed in them clothes."

"I went to the bathroom and I don't know how to get back to my room," I walked up and sat on my desk, opposite him. "What are you doing?"

"Marking your classes work," he said, "Which reminds me, you have quite a bit of catching up to do."

I sighed, "Like what?"

"Poetic techniques and drama things," he said.

I smiled, "Sir i don't mean to be rude but last year I went to seven different schools. I've learnt things that you probably haven't taught."

"You're very bright," he smiled, "How can you not get back to your room? You've been walking round the school for a day."

"In between classes it's easy; you just follow the crowd of people," I giggled, "When nobody's awake and the corridors are empty... Not so much."

"I guess," he chuckled.

"Your glasses are super cute," I smiled, "why don't you wear them in class?"

"Because it's easier to wear contacts. These glasses annoy me," he giggled.

"Do you know what else is cute?" I smiled.

He set down his pen and asked, "What?"

"Your giggle. It's so girly and young sounding," I giggled.

He raised his eyebrows, "Miss Deyes, are you trying to flirt with me?"

"It's not trying if I'm succeeding," I smirked.

He shook his head and chuckled, "You really do like breaking the rules, don't you?"

"Not so much breaking the rules," I stood up and walked to his desk, putting both my hands on the wooden, bending over to show off my boobs. He glanced at them before looking at me. "As bending the rules. And plus, I think we have a rule breaker here too. Mr I-can't-keep-eye-contact," I smirked.

"It's Ashton actually," he smirked, "And Lauren, I hate to break it to you but all pupils who wonder the halls late at night get detention. I have you last period tomorrow anyway. You'll be staying from the end of school, so three until six."

I leaned up straight and said, "You just can't get enough of having me around. But I think I'll ask someone else where my room is. Goodnight Ashton."

I walked to the door, swaying my hips as I did so. I could almost feel his stare burning a whole in my ass. I got to the door, opened it and turned to face him, "Eyes on the paper sir."

"Goodnight Lauren," he chuckled.