Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

46. Ms. Jackson

This could also be a meet Percabeth. Read it as you would like.

Hola. My name is Carson. Carson Max. I'm a sports marketing major, but my mom made me take this stupid architecture class. The only upside is that the teacher is like super hot. I have no clue whats going on in the class, doesn't really matter I guess, I'm not going into architecture, that is unless all the architects look like Ms. Jackson. Dam, her figure, when she wears those pencil skirts and how she always has three of her top buttons undone, its like she wants my attention. You should see the looks she gives me though. I swear she bites her lip whenever she hands me my handout or my test.

"Carson?" Her angelic voice grabbed my attention. I look up to see her hands on her hips, her glasses on the bridge of her nose. "What are the dimensions of the structure in question twelve?"

"Uh..." I look down at the paper, and I'm so flustered I can't think straight. "Three?" The class snickered at me. The bell rang.

"I'd like for those of you who had trouble with the homework to stay after class and sign up to meet with e sometime this week to go over what you're struggling with." Two-thirds of the class left, leaving me, and like four other kids, waiting to sign up. "I'm glad to see you putting in the effort Carson." I swear the world outside of her in my vision blurred and she glowed in the fluorescent lighting.

"Me too." I wink at her and leave. I signed up for this Friday, at four o'clock.

Ms. Jackson is a young professor, and smoking hot. Have I mentioned how her clothing shows off her amazing figure? Or her blonde hair? Or her tan, toned legs?

"I look forward to seeing you Mr. Max."

"You too Ms. Jackson." I swallowed, suddenly nervous, sure she can't be that much older but she's still older, and more experienced.
<><><><><>

Whooo okay, shake out the nerves, you got this. I check my sandy blonde hair, and hazel eyes. I wore a blue shirt in hopes of brining out the blue thats mixed in them. So I step in the room, and she couldn't look hotter, her hair in a bun, with a pencil holding it up. Her black pencil skirt, complementing her gray eyes, which may I say, can you imagine what our kids would look like? Don't worry I brought condoms with me so no kids quite yet.

"Carson, lets work in my office, there I have all my tools." I gulp and follow her into her office, I pass a guy who looks about her age, just chilling on a couch outside her office. I hope the noise we make won't bother him too much. As she passes him, she ruffles his hair, and he pouts. Weird. Who could he be? "So that question from yesterday, twelve was it?" I nod. "Okay lets see." She takes the pencil out of her hair, and opens up a book thats on her desk. Her blonde curls, gracefully coming down, perfectly framing her face.

Time for some class A flirting. I start with an arm on the back of her chair, keeping her close.

"Wise Giiiirl I wanna go home!"

"Percy, I need at least fifteen minutes okay?"  Who is this guy?

"Ughhh fine." He went and plopped down on the couch. I could see him through the window, so she closed the blinds... I think she had the same idea that I did.

"Sorry about him."

"No worries, as long as he won't be bugging us the rest of the time I'm all good." She just nodded, and started explaining the problem. Once she finished, I was left to work on the problem and two others while she checked her emails or whatever, and I figured now would be my time to make my move. I slide my hand to her thigh, and squeeze her knee. She backed away.

"What are you doing?"

"Come on baby we both know why I'm here, you want me, I want you, lets just face the facts. I'm hot, you're hot, lets get hot together." Her whole demeanor changed. She came up to my face and whispered in my ear.

"My husband's right outside though."

"I can deal with him if you want?"

"You'd do that for me?" She batted her eyes at me.

"Of course, anything for you baby." I walk outside to the guy, and face him. "Yo."

"Whats up kid?"

"She's mine buddy, she told me to come out here and deal with you so we could be together."

"She did?"

"Yup, so make it easy n yourself and just leave. That way I won't have to break your face." He stood up taller,
he's maybe 6'3''. I'm not done growing uhm so I'm only 5'10'' so uhm yeah, he had some height on me but thats fine I can attack the lower region.

When he doesn't stand down I throw my punch, only for my fist to be caught and suddenly my arm is twisted behind my back.

"You wanna try that again kid?"

"Who are you?"

"Percy Fucking Jackson. Now stay away from my wife."

"She told me to come and beat you up." Then I saw her smirking as her husband holds me in place. "You told me!"

"Oh Carson, please, get a hold of yourself."

"Wise Girl, thats just mean." She shrugged and had him let me go.

"Now, I will be filing a report, now get out of my face." I freaking ran.

———————————————————————————————
Yikes I kinda hate that, but like I got the main idea through. Badass Percy, Annabeth tricking him, and yeah I know teachers aren't like that but neither are college students, so... IDK.