A Passing Grade (Male Reader Insert)

Chapter 1- 5 O'clock Shadow

"5 o'clock shadow"
Noun
A short growth of stubble that is present on many faces, a defining feature that presents a rugged, unkept, and masculine appearance.
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You walked into the new campus, looking around and watching the details of the Navy and Maroon accents across the bricks and frames around the entrance to the new school. Your Mother and Father walking in front of you, your dad holding a pamphlet of the school's achievements and "fun facts" about the history behind the building. Your mum, with a red face, unkept hair carried a vibrant purple handbag that sat on the crease of her elbow, rubbing the skin red as the movements irritated her, but you irritated her just as much.

"(Y/n)! Will you please just focus!" She turned to you angrily, her eyes focused on your darkest flaws and insecurities as you turned your attention to the elderly man in front of you all. With a fully grown beard that had grey ends and wearing a brown vintage knitted vest, he coughed awkwardly and restated what parts of the conversation you had missed while spaced out.

"I am Alexander Lewis, the principle to the school and your tour-guide for today." He said with a slight smile, beginning to walk through the lobby of the first building. Your parents oblivious to the tension created by your mother's outburst at you just earlier.
You followed suit, thinking about your actions that led you to being in this situation, this unfamiliar school environment.
Your parents had caught you having sex with one of your older sister's close male friends, someone 4 years older than you, but that wasn't the issue. They hated the fact you had formed a relationship with another man. You had been enrolled to a local college and only been going for a term before your parents violently insisted you transfer to this new college far away from home, that was also a boarding school, preventing you to invite any outside men into having any sexual relations with you, or to even be in contact with.
Your older sister, Abigail, became aggressive upon finding out you had sex with her friend, as if it weren't 2 legal consenting adults enjoying their own private time, but your nosey family couldn't help but stick their heads in places they didn't need to be in. 

You came back to your senses after noticed the blurred mahogany floorboards had stopped moving, and you looked up, following the gaze of your parents and the principle.
"This is Mr. Hoffmann's English class, the same one you'll be joining when you transfer here next week. He's quite strict and should be able to keep young troublemakers like yourself in-check." Lewis spoke, a disgustingly sour smirk adorning his features after his last mentions, seems like your parents told him about your history while you were away on another realm. 

The teacher being spoken about had noticed the conversation just outside of his classroom, and silenced his students before opening the door and stepped outside, closing it behind him and making his way to the cluster of adults.
"Hello, I assume this is the family with my new student joining at the start of next week. I'm Mr. Hoffmann, your English teacher for the rest of the year." His smile was more acceptable, until his eyes met yours and your breathing stopped, his silver eyes seemed to pierce into your soul with his dark auburn hair swooped to the side, connecting to the black stubble that defined his jawline, and made each expression just a little bit more intimidating, yet you couldn't help but imagine the friction burn of having his mouth on your cock, and how his stubble would scratch the inside of your thighs just right, with your hand grasped firmly on his hair as you pull him closer to your core.

You gave back a 'friendly' smirk towards him and stuck out your slightly sweaty hand from your jeans pocket,
"(Y/n) (L/n). Pleasure to meet you, Mr Hoffmann. I can't wait to be in your class and get to know you." You said in the most believable, deep voice that you could pull off, hoping none of your parents of the principle knew the tone you were talking in.
Luckily, they seemed to have paid no mind to you, with your parents sticking their own hands in front of yours after the handshake between you and Mr. Hoffmann had finished. He shook their hands, greeting them and restating his name, holding a gingerly fake smile, clearly wanting to get back to his class and continue with his lesson. He made eye-contact with you again, before puffing his chest and walking back into his classroom, slightly agitated that he heard commotion on the other side of the wall, within his classroom. As he walked in, you hear the noise die down, until his dominating voice call out to the students angrily

"Everyone, quiet down and get back to your seats this instant, if I hear another sound from any of you, I'd expect fully written apologies to your parents as to why you're getting suspended!" He yelled, your parents smiled at each other, seemingly pleased at his control over his class, and the obedience they gave him.
For the rest of the day, you continued along the rest of the polished corridors, meeting the rest of your teachers, some of them inviting you into the class to greet the students before walking back out. There was Mr. Harrison, your computer science teacher, Ms. Smathers, your history teacher, Miss Abbott, the investigating science teacher, followed by Mr. Woods, your general mathematics teacher. You weren't sure of what career to pick, so you just focused on general subjects, before branching out once you've made your mind. You also visited your dorm room on the west side of the campus, and as Mr. Lewis opened the door, you found yourself in what would be your new home, an open room with 3 beds lined across the walls, all on stilts that had desks underneath, usually where the second bunk would be. The bedsheets were navy and maroon, with the school emblem printed on every corner, and a large-scale school emblem on the flannel blanket folded at the foot of presumably your bed.

On the way home, your parents discussed how happy they were to have found a school that would be suitable for their needs, obviously not asking you how you felt about it. The car ride was 2 hours long until you finally got home, and the entire time you could only think about the teacher you met with a 5 o'clock shadow, and while you couldn't stand the thought of being somewhere new, away from your friends and family, you couldn't seem to be fully upset when you had such an attractive teacher to look forward to.