Mark Jefferson was busy at school, checking his students' test papers. They were supposed to be given to each student the next day so he was in a rush. Mark took a break then leaned his back on his chair. He was stressed as fuck, considering the fact that he was to be blamed of Rachel Amber's disappearance. Mark grabbed his hair, slowly pulling. He slowly passed out, with his head lying on his table.
Mark suddenly woke up in the middle of the night by a loud thunder.
"It really had to fucking rain when I didn't take my car!" Jefferson cussed out loud. Thankfully, no one was at school except him and maybe Mr. Madsen. He took his suitcase then decided to walk home. He passed by the girls' dorm then realized that all the lights were off except his favorite student's room. He smirked then put on an innocent-look on his face. He went inside the building, took the stairs then knocked on the door.
The hallways were dark and there was no light at all. Mark was soaking wet from head to toe. He took off his glasses then took a deep breath.
The door opened then Mark smiled as he saw Maxine Caulfield's eyes. "M-Mr. Jefferson? Why are you here? It's midnight and—"
Jefferson chuckled. "I just wanted to check on you. Do you have any problems or anything?" He asked her with a smile.
Max suddenly realized that he was all wet. She gasped, "Crap! Mr. Jefferson, p-please come in, um... I'll go... Get some towels!" Max grabbed towels from her cabinet then gave them to Mark.
Mark yawned. "Can you do it, dear? Kind of... Sleepy..." He stretched then took off his coat.
Max blushed as he saw his hot teacher undress. He was about to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped because of the fact that Max was drooling, watching him the whole time. "Maxine Caulfield, are you actually watching me?" He chuckled, smirked teasingly.
"Whoops. Sorry, Mr. Jefferson..." Max quickly looked away. She sat on her desk then checked her phone. She opened the application: Instagram then turned to Mr. Jefferson, who was now sitting at the edge of her bed.
Max positioned her phone then took a photo of him. She posted it online then Mark gave her a smirk. "You better not post that, Maxine."
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"Sorry, too late!" Max giggled, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Maxine!"
"Max, dammit!" Max laughed so hard when suddenly, Jefferson had her laying on her own bed, trapped by his arms. He was hovering over her body. Max stared into his brown, teary eyes. Jefferson slowly closed his eyes. So did Max.
"Max," Jefferson whispered.
"Y-yes, Mr. Jefferson?"
"Let's have a photoshoot. I want you to be my... Model."
"I... I would love to, Mr. Jefferson."
Jefferson smiled then kissed her passionately and deeply. Max kissed him back.
