This story is basically the other story: "Smut Stories with the Same Characters" (that I deleted by accident whoops) but with more... plot. Obviously there will be smut, but there will be chapters where no smut happens, and it's just a normal chapter, weird for me to do, I know. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless though!
Descriptions:
Mr J. Caine:
In this 'book' he is 25 years old. Everyday he wears the same kind of thing: A white, or blue, shirt, a jumper (colour may vary from dark blue to beige, to cream, to purple), and tight trousers (colours may also vary, but they are mostly brown). His shoulders are wide, his back covered in muscle, clear through his outfit. A bulge through his trousers is almost always visible.
His glasses cover his dominant gaze, but if you look close enough, you may notice it. His eyes may look like the doe kind, but will change in different circumstances. His voice is deep and rather raspy, but it depends on his mood; if he's happy, it will be quite shrill, and joyful; if he's angry, it will be low and dangerous; and so on.
Y/N:
Here, you are a 19 year old female university student. Unfortunately, said university requires a uniform: Shirt, Tie with orange and red stripes, Skirt or Trousers (in this case skirt), and black shoes. You choose not to wear tights due to your ability to stay warm even during winter. Your behaviour has two sides: mischievous, teasing, strong and powerful; and shy, flustered, quiet and almost non-existent. But it all comes down to who you're with. You are quite friendly, too, with a broad (see what I did there?) friend circle, but one stands out: Opal, your best friend. You share a dorm room with her, and even most of your classes, except English, ironically.
"So what's your type?"
"What do you mean?" I pause, looking up from my book to meet the eyes of my dear friend. "Type of what?"
She shakes her head with a chuckle. Her head then jerks to her boyfriend, busy trying to figure out a solution in his work. "What type of guy do you like?"
"I don't really have one." I reply.
"Come on, there must be something a guy does that catches your attention."
My eyes casually glance around the courtyard, trying to figure out a quick response to her question. But then I hear a voice speak just to the right of us, Professor Abel happily talking to Mr. Levine.
"Well?"
"Older." I mumble. "Someone older."
"Just older?"
His deep grey eyes soften slightly in the sunlight.
"Someone... colder too."
"So you want someone as bad as Professor Abel?" My friend jokes poking my side with her fingers. I snap my head back to her, surprised at her question. To brush off the embarrassment I shrug my shoulders, faking a smile but my heart is pounding furiously.
"Haha, very funny." It's as if our conversation has been leaked when my eyes rest back on the tall individual. The grey swirls are staring right back at me, his colleague oblivious of his wandering eyes. His expression is stern but in the light it seems as though his lips are curled up, making my stomach do a flip.
"My type." I whisper with a small smile.
- When her enemy of a teacher becomes something more than just a person she hates -
Completely fictional! 🤗
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