I sunk into my chair. In school I was pretty bad. I mean usually I don't get detention but today I got dress code. (Look at picture) I was alone today. I tapped my pen on the desk waiting for the teacher. Suddenly the door swung open and in came some I have never seen before.
I bit my lip and smirked. I played with my well curled hair. He sat down swiftly. He was wearing a black shirt with khaki pants, like half of the boys in my school.
I put my arm over the back of my chair and crossed my leg. I continued to tap my pin. He stared at me. I smirked at him.
I pulled my phone out "um I don't think your supposed to have your phone out in detention" he said. I rolled my eyes and laid my phone down. I tapped my foot and pen at the same time making the same rhythm. I stared up at this mystery teacher.
"What's your name" I asked.
"Mr. Dallas" he said.
"Mmhm" I smirked. I licked my lips. We sat and stared at eachother for a good 15-20 minutes before he spoke up.
"Do you not have work" he said.
"Oh I do" I smirked. I pulled my mirror out and reapplied my lipstick and mascara.
"Then why aren't you doing do" he questioned staring at all my movements.
I shoved my makeup into my back pack "well Mr. Dallas. I can't" I said.
"Why" he questioned.
"Because your way up there" I said. I stood up my stomach clearly showing along with my bra. My shorts to short for the school to be ok with. I walked to him and sat on his lap. I looked into his eyes. "So explain why I haven't seen you around before. I know all the teachers here"
"Because I'm not your average teacher." He said.
"Oh I know" I smirked. I straddled him. I grabbed his tie and pulled him close to me. I could feel his hot breath. "Your different" I whispered into his ear. I winked at him. I started to stand up to walk back to my desk but he grabbed my waist. I looked at him. Before I could do anything he pushed me against the wall. "Oh your not getting away that fast baby" he said. He pushed his lips against mine. I pulled away breathless.
I heard the bell go off signaling my detention was over. "I've always had a thing for bad girls" he whispered.
"And I've ways had a thing for bad teachers" I winked before walking out of the room.
