5sos Imagines

My Psych Teacher

Here we go again. Another day at this God forsaken university. There is not one kid on this campus who actually acts like themselves. They're all so fake trying to "find" themselves. Well, there is one girl, an amazing girl, (Y/N). My smartest student, she could practically teach my class.

"Good morning Luke." She grumbles, walking into my class room.

"How many times do I have to tell you. Call me Mr.Hemmings." I say smirking at her. Lie. I tell all my students to call me Luke, but she's the only one who does it. Students straggle in with choruses of good mornings.

"Okay class, today we will be talking about the difference between mentally unstable and emotionally unstable. The sign's, the cure's-if any-, and how they develop." I say.

The class drags on, kids asking questions, me answering them. My eyes keep going back to her though. She looks amazing today. Yea, yea I get it I sound like a creep with a crush on his student, but she's 21 and I'm 24 so it's not that bad. As the students leave I say bye, and remind them to study for their exam on Friday.

"Luke, can I go over some material I don't understand well with you?" Y/N says coming up to me.

"Sure just take a seat over here." I say leading her to the bench behind my desk.

"Why is there a bench back here instead of a chair?" She asks.

"not really sure." I say, smiling at her.

"So what don't you understand?" I ask, this is the first time she's ever not understood something.

"The signs are so similar, but I don't understand how you'd tell one from the other?" She says, sweetly.

"You know those weird black picture things that I taught you how to analyze answers to?" I ask, and she nods in response.

"Their answers to those go a long way with diagnostics." I say.

"So what are the signs that a student is in love with her teacher?" She asks, shyly biting her lip.

"Simple, she stays after class when she clearly understands everything." I say, leaning down pressing my lips to hers.

"No, Mr.Hemmings this is wrong." She says, running out of the room.

"Wait, y/n. Don't you get it? Who cares if it's wrong? I'm in love with you, and you're in love with me. I'll quit, get a job at a different Uni. I just want to be with you." I yell out to her. She slowly walks back to me, I wrap my arms around her as she cries softly into my chest.

"I'm in love with you too." She whispers.

Okay so I had a different authors not I kind of put this on the wrong story. Whoops. Anywho hope you liked it.

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