HEAR ME OUR BEFORE YOU START READING! I KNOW BASICALLY NOTHING ABOUT FRANKIE LETHBRIDGE BUT I HAD THIS IDEA ANYWAY SO YEAH
Your pov:
I had after school detention with my teacher Miss Lethbridge. I'm only facing one huge problem. "What do I do with my daughter while I'm in detention?!" Well, I guess I have to let her run around the school. I walked into the school building, my two year old toddler holding my hand.
"Emmy, be a sweetheart and play out here while mummy has to do something."
"Otay mummy." Emmy sat down on the ground and began playing with her toys. I went into the classroom where my teacher was.
"Y/n, lovely to see you made it." She smirked, knowing she had ruined my day. I rolled my eyes and sat down.
"Where is my work?"
"Come here." I rolled my eyes and walked over to her. She grabbed my waist and pulled me down to sit on her lap.
"Seriously? Here, where if I make a sound someone will find us."
"Do your work, and I won't punish you love."
"You know if your colleagues find out that you've fucked a student you'd be jobless and I would no longer have a school to go to."
"Mhm, I know that sweetheart." She wrapped her arms around my waist. "Now do your work or I will not be nice."
"Okay okay, geez." I started working. While doing so I was basically glued to my teachers lap. I kinda love it, but then I'm also worried. What if someone working comes in and catches her doing this? I am her student and she is my teacher. This is kinda illegal, but Frankie doesn't care about that. I do care, at least a little for the sake of my daughter. Frankie's cold hands
went under my shirt and moved up and down my back sending shivers down my spine.
"Do you have to do this with cold hands? You know I hate the cold."
"Yeah yeah whatever, do your work now." I had a feeling that she was smirking behind my back but I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was free as soon as possible. I mean, I like my teacher but my daughter is more important. I finished my work as quickly as possible.
"Done." I said and put the pen down.
"Give it here."
"Here you go." I handed Frankie the papers and she looked through them.
"Good job, I must say. You may go now. But I'll get my chance to fuck you again y/n. Don't worry." She smirked.
"Of course, you'll find a way. See you tomorrow." I opened the door.
"Mummy mummy." Emmy jumped up into my arms. The little kiddo voice drew Frankie's attention and she came over.
"Y/n, who's that?"
"This, is my daughter. Her name is Emmy, she's two."
"You have a child?"
"Mhm."
"So you have a boyfriend or a husband."
"I have neither. Emmy is the product of something that happened two years ago that I do not want to talk about." I looked at Frankie and she at me and Emmy. "At first I wanted to get rid of her but I didn't have the money so I had to get her instead. But now, I would hate myself if I would have decided to get rid of Emmy."
"The world is cruel."
"Yes, especially for ppl like me. Well, I've got to go, bye."
"Bye y/n." I left school with Emmy on my arm.
