Call Me Ms Jauregui

Chapter 2

Okay, she was beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, fascinating, stunning, hot etc. But she needed to be respected. I understand that it was completely difficult to not stare at her, but they could've atleast tried.

"Lucy, isn't the new teacher hot as fuck!?" Felicity said next to me. Yuck, gross. Hopefully she wasn't planning on touching me with that hand... or any hand.

"Um, sure." Is all I was able to say.

You don't seem to excited about her," she pointed out. Well duh, I was freaking out. "I would do anything to get some of that." She bit her lip and stared at Lauren. Oh god, that made me angry. Oh and some of that? Not even guys say that. "Anyone who gets to kiss those lips is one lucky bastard," she stated. Oh, if only she knew. I guess I was the lucky bastard... better said, the lucky bitch.

"Look at the guys over there." Felicity pointed at two guys who sat at the side. They had their hands down their pants. Yuck, they have the audacity to masturbate in class. Ugh damn you Lauren, why do you have to be so sexy. Now everyones fantisizing about her.

"That's just disgusting," my face scrunched up in disgust.

I felt like a child, like a stupid teenager, who Lauren most probably wanted nothing to do with anymore. She wouldn't want a teenager, she wants an actual woman.

"Any questions?" Lauren asked the class.

"How old are you?" one shouted.

"Are you single?" another shouted.

"Will you go out with me?" the dickhead asked.

"I meant questions about the class." she corrected.

"Just answer these," one girl shouted.

"Well I'm twenty six years old." She answered the first one. "Yes, I'm single." everyone clapped their hands. They were unbelievable. The boys sounded like dogs with their howling. Lauren chuckled at that. "And the last question, no. Stop being inappropriate." she finalised.

"Too bad," the dickhead looked disappointed.

"Okay class, prepare to walk down to the library." Lauren gave us permission to get out of our seats. She looked at her computer screen, seeming to be searching. "Miss Burns," she called out. I froze for a second, that was my last name. She was calling me? Here in class? Play it cool, I adviced myself. No time for freaking out, this was not the place.

I walked my way past other students, "yes?" I made my way to her without making eye contact. "I would like to talk to you." she maintained a firm voice, acting infront if the others that it was about school. I knew all too well that it wasn't.

"Yes sure." I couldn't decline, it would seem too strange.

"Class, please continue heading to the library." It was all too weird seeing her act as authority. With an excuse to watch over them, we walked a fair distance behind them so we could talk. "Why didn't you tell me?" she questioned, even though it was in a whisper, I could tell she was upset.

I bit on my thumbnail nervously.

"I don't know." I couldn't think of anything else to say, "I thought if I told you I was in highschool, you would've pushed me away." I tried justifying.

She shook her head in disbelief, "What grade are you in." Her lips pressed, as if fearing the answer.

"12th, I'm a senior." I answer seeming to be taking off some stress off of her. "Look I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going to be my teacher." I whisper.

"And I didn't know you were going to be my student, " she puffed. "No wonder why you didn't confirm your age, it makes sense now." She thought about it. "If I would've known then I wouldn't have kissed you in the first place," she blurted out. I looked down, ouch, that hurt. Knowing that she regretted it really hurt. "Sorry I didn't mean it like that." She corrected her mistake.