by Ella Emerson
“I don’t think that has anything to do with your papers. Now, if you have a question pertaining to this, I’ll gladly help.” I grinned and she huffed. She stood up and stomped her way back to her seat like a damn preschooler.
I checked the clock, a bit relieved class was over in five minutes. “You should be finishing up at this point. There’s only five minutes left.” Most of the students began to panic which made me chuckle. The last few minutes flew by and the bell rang. “Put your papers on my desk on the way out,” I said as they all gathered their notebooks and backpacks.
One by one papers were placed on my desk as they filed out of the room. Trish was the last one, and after placing her paper on my desk she gave me that seductive smile again. “I’ll be waiting for that phone call,” she said then turned and walked away, making sure to shake her ass.
“Whoa, hang on.”
She spun on her heels and tilted her head. I moved closer to her because I didn’t need anyone to hear me. “You know that can’t happen now because I’m your teacher.” I leaned in closer to her, almost touching her perky tits to my chest.
She bit her lip as her eyes roamed my body, making my cock spring to life.
“That just makes it better,” she whispered and walked out the door.
Running my hands through my hair, I sat down and gathered up the papers. I didn’t have a class next period, so I wanted to grab a coffee in the teachers’ lounge. Before I stuffed the papers in my briefcase, I saw Trish’s paper on top and the first line caught my eye.
The last thing to happen to me was having the hands of a sexy man on my body. I plopped back into my seat as I continued reading her words.
As always I went to get tea and coffee for myself and my friend. While waiting in line, some douchebag spilled his coffee on me. Upset about being covered in coffee, the sexiest guy I’d ever seen came to my rescue. His eyes took in my body before he offered to wipe my sweater clean. Having his hands on me was a huge turn on, making me want to do things to him that will make him see stars. His deep voice vibrated through my body as he asked me out to dinner. Which will never be able to happen now.
I shoved the paper in my briefcase not wanting to read another word. Leaning back in my chair, I ran my hands through my hair, rougher than before. Fuck, this was bad.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur. I would like to say I saw Mr. Wild again, and I fulfilled my promise of having sex with him, but it didn’t happen.
What was I thinking?
I mean of course, the man was sexy as fuck. The way he hopped his ass up on the desk in class made all the girl’s jaws drop. I could tell he enjoyed teaching, he was so excited.
Kerrie broke my concentration as we made our way into the parking lot. “Are you really going to try to sleep with Mr. Wild?”
“Absolutely. Think about it. If my father found out, he’d be so pissed he’d just want me out of his house, and he wouldn’t care where I went.”
“I think you’re reasoning is whacked, but seriously, sleeping with a teacher?”
I only half-listened to her as I noticed Mark and a few of his friends heading our way.
“Hi, Trish. Hey, there’s a party this weekend, you’re goin’, right?”
Mark and his buddies loved to throw parties out at his families’ barn on the outskirts of town. They felt way out there they could let loose and escape the “nosey eyes” of the small town.
I could tell when I first met Mr. Wild that he wasn’t from around here. He had a rugged appearance like he’d experienced life and wasn’t raised by an overprotective momma who would dote on him at every turn, like most of the men here in our small town. His dark hair held mystery from his past. I knew I wanted to figure out everything about him. Another reason I knew he wasn’t a born and raised Georgian was because he was older than eighteen and not married. Most girls from my high school were virgins, and waiting for ‘the one’, and I knew there was no such thing. My idea of the perfect man consisted of someone with life experience, and I knew New York City was crawling with the type of men I would like to spend my time with.
For centuries— okay maybe a decade—I’d been a fashionista, a pure clothing groupie. I studied design. Magazines were my ‘book’ of choice, and I knew I had a knack for designing the perfect outfit.
My father called it a hobby. Not something that would ever be a desired profession. No, I should go to college and meet a nice man to marry so I could play house. But, I still dreamed.
I returned my focus back to Mark, who for high school standards was very good looking. “Uh, I didn’t hear about any party.”
“I know, I’m telling you right now. You’re coming, don’t say no again.”
His friends chuckled when I cocked an eyebrow at his words.
“Standing around an old dusty barn doesn’t sound like a party to me.”
“Come on, it will be fun,” Mark said.
The hair on my neck rose when I felt someone’s eyes on me. I was smack dab in the middle of a jock circle. Mark and his friends were swimming around me like a school of sharks, ready to bite.
“Sure, maybe I’ll go,” I answered as my eyes roamed the parking lot. An eerie sensation overtook me, and I knew someone was there.
Then from the other side of the lot, my eyes collided with Mr. Wild’s. He studied me from afar, and I sucked in a breath. He appeared lost in thought as I took in his disheveled appearance. His crisp, blue tie was loosened and haphazardly hanging around his neck.
Before I could really make heads or tails of the situation, another teacher came up behind him. Ms. D’Armentrout, the French teacher, grabbed his attention, and he turned to speak with her.
Ms. D, as we called her, was the coordinator for our senior trip to Paris, France and also a full blown vixen, or so she tried so hard to be. All the men on the faculty drooled over her in her tight pencil skirts and French pixie-cut dark hair. She also did her best to speak in a very authentic French accent, but I was sure she had never stepped foot out of the Georgia.
I watched from afar as she laughed at something Mr. Wild said and also watched her hand fly up to land on his strong bicep. Jerking my head back to Kerrie, I huffed out an angry breath. “You ready to go?”
“Sure, here comes Hunter now.” She pointed toward Hunter who was making his way to us.
“And Trish, can I pick you up for the party?” Mark asked. His friends snickered, and I felt like I was being left out of some inside joke.
In a moment of hesitation, my eyes landed back on Mr. Wild as he spoke in Ms. D’s ear and my frustration grew. “Sure, that’s fine.”
I grabbed Kerrie’s arm to drag her away from the group. Escaping high school was the only thing on my mind.
When I had my car in view, Courtney and Abby caught up with us. “Looks like you have some competition,” Courtney said, pointing her finger to where Mr. Wild and Ms. D were enthralled in a conversation.
My bag slipped off my shoulder, and I yanked it up higher onto my arm. “Doubtful,” I said.
“I don’t know, Trish,” Abby said.
“Listen, guys, I will sleep with him, and you guys will pay up.”
“Hey, we never bet any money,” Courtney said as she shot a glare to Abby.
“Maybe we should,” I said, laughing.
Hunter had just reached us when he heard my last words. “Money for what?” he asked.
Kerrie leaned over and pecked his cheek. “Nothing, Trish is talking out of her ass.”
“Ha. You guys will see.”
Hunter and Kerrie laughed as they walked away.
I threw one last look to Mr. Wild who was still chatting away with the French fuck of a teacher, Ms. D.
Abby leaned in close to me and whispered, “Looks like Ms. D. has her hooks into the hottie new teacher.”
Both Abby and Courtney laughed as they walked away, and I flung my car door open.
Fuck high school.
***
Lucky for me I di
dn’t have to work today, I didn’t know if I’d be able to survive a minute at the Chic Style Clothing Boutique. I flung my backpack onto the kitchen counter as my younger brother Drew snapped his head up from rumbling around in the fridge. “Hey, did Dad go grocery shopping? I’m starving,” he said.
“I think he asked Mary to go tomorrow.” Mary, our housekeeper, was a nice middle-aged woman from the other side of town. She had four sons who ranged from elementary school to middle school, and when she wasn’t at home taking care of her family, she was here taking care of ours.
“Shit, what am I going to do for food?” Drew slammed the refrigerator door as he climbed onto a barstool beside me.
“How am I supposed to know?” I retorted.
“I’m ordering a pizza then.” Drew rubbed the back of his broad neck. For a fifteen-year-old, he was growing tall. He was almost taller than me by a foot. Next year he claimed he’d try out for the football team, and I really had a lot of faith that he’d make the cut. He was the only one with brown hair in the family, with my father and I having blonde hair. We often joked with him he was conceived by the milkman. My father never found the joke very funny, but sometimes I really wondered if it was true.
“I’m going to study,” I said as I grabbed my book bag. I had no intention of studying whatsoever, but I needed to get into my room so I could formulate a plan on how to get Mr. Wild into bed. I decided to find the perfect outfit to entice him.
An hour later when my clothes were no longer hanging in my closet and were all flown across my bed, my phone chimed.
I searched under the piles and piles of sweaters, skirts, jeans, and hats for my phone.
Hitting the button, I saw I had a text message from an unknown number.
Trish, we need to talk.
Wondering for a moment if Mark had gotten a new number, I answered back.
Who is this?
After a minute the phone dinged in my hand.
Levi.
I had to mentally calm myself down as a huge smile spread across my face. This technology tethered us together in this moment and my heart raced.
Okay so talk, or in this case type.
Lying across the clothes on my bed, I rolled onto my back as I held my phone in my hand waiting for his answer.
As you know I’m your teacher, so we need to remain professional at school. I read your paper and to be honest, you shouldn’t be having those thoughts about me. This can’t happen.
I frowned for a moment as I read his words. Not have thoughts about him? Please, my mind was already spitting out enough sexy images of what we could do together to make even the worst porno movie on the market look like amateur hour.
What if I can’t stop.
My insides were swimming with desire as I held my phone tighter.
You need to act like an adult here. Nothing can ever happen between us.
It pissed me off when he said I needed to act like an adult. I was an adult. I’d turned eighteen last month and felt I was old enough to make my own decisions.
I am an adult. Eighteen and legal.
I’d sat and waited for a response that never came. After another hour of lying on my clothes, I finally flipped on the television to settle in for some reality top model TV show.
Later, I finally fell asleep to the image of what Mr. Wild’s hands would feel like running all over my body.
Getting ready for work today, I was nervous about how forward Trish was being. She was beautiful, but at the same time she was a student.
I finished tying my tie and headed to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee rather than stop for one.
Waiting for the coffee to brew, I thought back to texting Trish last night. At the time, I let my emotions get the best of me. I was reading through all the essays and I came upon hers again. A part of me just wanted to just shove it back in my briefcase again, but another part, a part I shouldn’t even admit to, wanted to read the rest of what she wrote.
I’ll admit, it was well written and for a second I felt my cock pulse. That’s when my emotions took over. I was shocked that I allowed that little thought into my head, pissed at her for writing it, and angry at my reaction to it. When I glanced over at my phone, I picked it up and just texted her. When she came back with her flirty reply I should have been furious, but all I could do was smile. I knew right from wrong, and this was very wrong. Hell, plenty of women threw themselves at me. Christ, after school yesterday the damn French teacher, Addie, was fucking me with her eyes. Anyway, I felt the only thing I could do was tell Trish exactly how it was. Her last text telling me she was legal just made me think more things I shouldn’t. I couldn’t deal with it anymore and turned my phone off.
This morning I couldn’t stop thinking about texting her. I needed to be smart here, because that woman— shit, girl—was good at what she did. If I was a few years younger or she was a few older, there would be no question. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against the cabinet. This line of thinking needed to stop, damn it. Avoiding her would be easier after she graduated from my class. While she was in there, that was a different story.
With my coffee in hand and a confidence I didn’t exactly feel, I walked into my first period class. The bell hadn’t rung yet, so thankfully I had a few minutes to get myself together. I pulled out their papers and sat down to sip on my coffee for a moment.
“Morning, Mr. W,” I heard someone purr, and I knew it was Trish.
I looked up and thankfully she was with her friend, Kerrie. “Good morning, girls.” Trish shot me a look of death at referring to them as girls, but I did it purposely. Although she was making it damn hard to say she was a girl in the outfit she had on. Standing up, I decided waiting in the hallway by my classroom door was the best idea.
After I took attendance, I hopped up on my desk and looked at the class. “I read your essays last night. Overall, I was pleasantly surprised, but there is always room for improvement. I made some notes on your papers, and I strongly suggest you take them into consideration when writing your next essay.”
Mark raised his hand, and I nodded my head to him. “When does the fun start in here,” he asked causing the class to erupt in laugher.
“Funny you should ask, it’s going to start now.” I got off my desk and wrote a sentence on the board. “Mark, why don’t you come up here and circle the verbs and underline the nouns for me?” This smartass would learn quickly in my class when it’s time to joke around and when it’s time to pay attention to me.
“What? That’s not fun,” he yelled as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked around for someone to support his response.
“Huh. Well I think it would be fun,” I said, grinning at him. He didn’t make a move, and I chuckled. “How about you let me teach the lesson, and you’ll see just how fun that can be?” Giving me a nod, I smiled and grabbed my book off the desk. “We are going to be reading Romeo and Juliet. Does anyone know what this book is about?”
Trish was the only one to raise her hand, and I reminded myself to just act like she was another student. “It’s about forbidden love,” she said with a small smile playing on her lips.
Holy shit, it’s like I played right into her hand at every turn. I cleared my throat and pulled my eyes away from her. “Exactly. You will meet two families, the Montagues and the Capulets. There is something in here for everyone. Love, violence, anger, sadness and heartbreak. We will read some together in class, and you will be required to read for homework as well.” I got a few groans, but I knew if they gave this book a chance they’d love it as much as I did. “You can all come up to the bookshelf and get yourself a book.”
Once they all had a book, I loosened my tie a bit and walked back and forth in front of the room. “Who likes to read?” I only got three raised hands, and I wondered how many were closet readers like I was in high school. “That’s that a damn shame.” They all laughed when I cursed and that of course was my intention. Nothing gets kids to open up more th
an becoming their favorite teacher. If throwing in a curse word here or there got them to realize I was trying to make this fun for them, it’s a start. “Let me hear why you don’t like reading.”
I called on a few of them and the most popular answer was, it’s boring. There were also a few, it’s hard to understand and it’s not fun. These are the things I needed to work on with them.
“My goal before you graduate is for you to love, alright, at least, like reading. Reading a book can take you to places you might never get to go. It can make you laugh, cry, get angry and feel love. You can learn so much just by reading, and I’m going to prove it to you.” I had their complete attention, and it felt so damn good. “Before I drive into a book, I like to know a little about what I’ll be reading. So hit me with your questions about Romeo and Juliet.”
We didn’t even get a chance to open the book when the bell rang. They were so into asking questions and listening to what I had to say. The time just slipped away from me. “Wait before you run out. Tonight I want you to read just the first chapter. We will discuss it tomorrow.” I didn’t get as many groans at I expected, and I’d call that an accomplishment.
“Mr. W?” Turning, I saw Trish smiling at me. Hoping this pertained to class, I waited for her to continue. “Great class today.” was all she said and walked out. It wasn’t what I was bracing myself for. Which was great, it’s how it should be. I looked at her empty desk and frowned. So why the hell was I disappointed?
***
The week went by in a blur. Each day had brought its own challenges, but the kids seemed to be getting more excited each day about Romeo and Juliet. They’d been asking questions and everyone— including Mark— had read each night.
It was Wednesday night, and the only thing I wanted to do was order a pizza, watch TV, and go to bed early. My buddy, Stan, called to say he was stopping by with a six pack. I figured I deserved a beer, so I told him to grab some food too.
I moved here not long ago, and Stan was the first person in the complex that I met.
