zombietwich

WARNING: This is a bit mature, and a few dirty things are definitely implied. Just warning you, in case you're sqeamish, but there are NO descriptive scenes. *** He's your English teacher. You know quite well that you shouldn't have this massive crush on him; for once, he is twenty-four, and you're seventeen. That alone should clue you in that this is hella wrong. However, you can't help your feelings…or the way your heart speeds up when you see him. "(Name)," he says gently, becoming quite aware that you weren't completely in the room with the rest of the class. Your mind is somewhere else, daydreaming about what it'd be like if he

     I yawned, laying my head down on the desk in my American History class. The teacher, Mr.Jones, was currently going on about the Revolutionary War, which seemed to always be hard for him when Mr.Kirkland was near by. "Dude, _________, like, head up!" Mr.Jones laughed, tapping the back of my head. My head shot up, well, at least he was nice about it. "S-sorry, Mr.Jones!" "_________, would you like, see me after class? I needa talk to ya!" "Y-yes sir." I nodded, folding my hands in my lap. He was a young teacher, and a lot of female students, and some male student as well, thought he was hot. Don't get me wron