It was the start of a new week, a new teacher arriving to your school, catching you by surprise because it was none other than Sarah Paulson. You were 17, lived with your parents, whom you rarely saw, and worked at a little coffee shop in the town...
A few weeks have passed since Ms. Paulson's first day. Like always, I walk into the class as I plop down in the same, blue chair connected to a tannish cream-colored desk. I look around the classroom, noticing I'm the only one so far to arrive into the classroom, Ms. Paulson not even here. I set my phone down on my desk, taking out my laptop as I get on my usual writing website, listening to music as I tap my phone to switch songs. In my free time, I love to write. I'd written about multiple celebrities, coincidentally I had written about Sarah multiple times, about many different characters that she'd played. I start typing away on the keys as I let my fingers grace the keys, zoning out as I start writing about Ms. Venable, Wilhemina Venable, my favorite character that she has played.
Ms. Venable leaned down slowly, her icy glare turned almost soft, which was never like her. She was always looking for her next victim, craving to punish people, but right now, a different emotion flashed through her eyes. Lust? Desire? I couldn't exactly read her expression since she did so well with hiding them. Her hand slowly started down my torso, her face near my ear as she tugged on my earlobe, "I know you have been craving this. Don't think I haven't noticed the way your eyes scan over me, or how flustered you get when I get close to you." I felt her fingers slowly trace down the side of my cheek, down my jaw as she caresses me. Slowly feeling her hand get to the top of your purple gown you were in. You couldn't help but let out a small whine, her slender fingers quickly making their way into
So zoned out into writing, I never realized Ms. Paulson had done made her way into the classroom, put all her stuff down, and is now on the side of me looking over the words displayed on the screen as I hear a slight chuckle along with a hum, a raspy yet soft voice speaking up as a hand gets placed on my shoulder.
"So, what do you imagine Ms. Venable doing with you exactly?"
I froze, hurrying to shut the laptop before Ms. Paulson could read any more of what I was writing.
"Well, Miss. Y/N? There is really no need to be shy about it, dear. It is just a story after all." she smiled, looking down to me.
A light blush covered my cheeks as I nodded, biting at my bottom lip as I slowly tense. Her hand had stayed on my shoulder a bit before I turned to looked to her, watching as she moved back up to the front of the room. I still had a while before class started, so I decided to pull out my phone again and start to scroll on Instagram, liking pictures here and there as I watch some edits. Most of my time outside of school is spent inside my room, away from all the chaos in the life I live. I haven't had a bad life, but it wasn't really the best either. I was always the blame for something, or I'd have to be the adult around the house, there really was no in-between. I felt her hand on my shoulder again, a chair pulled besides the desk as she looks to me, smiling almost shyly, "Can I read what you were writing? I'm very interested. I read a few... fiction books about me before, but yours is really sticking out to me"
I look over at her as I think, slowly reaching for my laptop, "There is more than what I've written, would you like to go over all of the chapters?"
She only nods. Why was I agreeing to this? No one knows about my writing, and this is Sarah fucking Paulson, but how could I say no? Her being so close, her arm brushing on mine occasionally, caused me to get shivers down my spine and a million butterflies to dance in my stomach. Of course, I loved Sarah Paulson, but I didn't want to be like everyone else. I didn't want to seem obsessed with her or show that I did in fact hardcore fangirl over her. I wanted her to think that I viewed her as a normal human being, like anybody else here. I didn't want her to feel out of place like I know multiple of her students have made her feel. The other students would often ask about her about personal questions, manly about how she and Holland were in bed. Who was the top or who was the bottom, who's fault was it that they broke up. They all had no sympathy for her, and it made me feel bad for her. I push the laptop to her as she slowly grabs it, standing and fixing the chair as she makes her way to sit at her desk. She scrolls through the chapters, reading rather fast as I sit there in silence. I had no words for how I felt. Nervous? Scared? Excited? Nothing could describe this feeling I had at what I was witnessing: a soft lip bite, a widened eye, her cheeks reddening every so often. I quickly looked away as she looks to me, slowly bringing the computer back.
"Well, that is a quite interesting story Miss. Y/N. I would love if you'd let me read the rest. When you're finished, and if you'd allow it if course." She smiles, leaning in as she pulls a chair by my desk.
She sits and try's starting a conversation with me, asking what brought me into writing, me not really knowing what to say. I examined over her face, taking in every detail as I look at her lips, thinking to myself as I look back to her eyes. I don't know what brought me to it. Maybe it was just in the moment. I slowly bring my hand to her cheek, pulling her to me and make our lips meet. She hesitates, but kisses me back a little, regretting it almost instantly. She pulls away, looking at me before she stands and goes to the front of the class.
I stand as I blush, panic racing through my body as I look to her "M-Ms. Paulson! I-I didn't mean to-" I stop, looking to the door as students rush in as I sit down, sighing and putting my head into my arms. I know I've fucked up. What was I thinking? Why did I think she would go with it? I sigh to myself as I hear her voice, her leaned over after handing me a paper.
"Please see me after class"
{1167 Words}
A/N 𝐴𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝐼𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑡'𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. (Updated for minor spelling errors and some re-write) -𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟
