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You hated your school. It was awful; everybody was either too posh to be real or too obnoxious to be nice. You hated everyone around you, including most of your teachers. English, U.S. history, geometry, French, computer science, gym; there were only two teachers in that school that you could actually deal with.
They were both really cool people that were in their early twenties, the only two in the district with dyed hair. Mr. Fischbach was a close family friend, and you opted to eat lunch with him every day rather than sit by yourself in the loud lunchroom. He was really kind and understanding, but he tended to play Devil's advocate when you complained about an issue. He taught music, and his class wasn't difficult.
Mr. McLoughlin, on the other hand, was your favorite teacher. He, unlike Mr. F, tended to agree with you on almost everything you complained about. He understood you more than Mr. F, and he treated you like a friend more than a student. Out of the few similarities between the two, they both let you call them by their first names when other faculty members weren't around. You loved calling Mr. McLoughlin by his first name; it always made him smile, and you loved it when he smiled.
You were great in his class, always paying attention when he taught. You loved listening to him speak, and there was nothing more enticing than hearing him speak about important projects or fun class assignments. Science was a subject that you always excelled in, but his class challenged you and you loved a good challenge.
You had an issue, though. You were in love with Mr. McLoughlin. He was so kind and welcoming and just pleasant to be around. There was nothing better than him visiting you and Mr. F while you were eating lunch. He sometimes ate with you, and you'd have a great time. There was nothing better than eating lunch with people that you're close to. Mr. F knew about your feelings, only because you trusted his opinion enough to hear what he had to say. But he remained mostly silent about it. You wanted answers, and you intended to get them.
"Hey Mark!" you said happily, sitting at the empty desk in his office. You placed your lunch box on the desk gently, watching as Mr. F shut his plan book.
"Hey Y/N," he replied, grabbing his lunch from the mini fridge behind him. "How's your day going?"
"Awful like usual," You said tiredly. You never got used to waking up early, and it took its toll.
"Its 'cause you haven't had my class yet," Mr. McLoughlin said as he passed by. He shot you a wink, turning away before he could see you blush. Mark, as though having some sixth sense, shut the door and drew the blinds, providing you with the privacy you needed to talk about your issue.
"I need advise. I don't want to ruin his career or my future over some crush."
"Honestly, Y/N, I really think that you guys would be good for each other. I haven't said anything until now because I would expect you to practically jump into his arms in the middle of the hallway and try to make out with him. But really, with graduation only a month and a half away, there's only time to stand in between you two. Once the school year is officially over and you've graduated, you guys will legally be able to be together." You smiled, another thought immediately popping into your head.
"And if he doesn't like me back?" Mark smiled, looking at you from over his glasses.
"That won't be an issue."
***
The weather was terrible, but it only barely put a dent in your mood. You were ecstatic at the thought of finally getting to be with Mr. McLough- er - Jack. With Jack. You had run to the shop to get some chapstick and a tube of Pringles, both of which you were running low on. It was beyond freezing outside, the temperature dipping into single digits. You had nothing but a small coat and a beanie on, no gloves to cover your freezing hands.
The sun dipped onto the horizon, the clouds overhead preventing most sunlight from reaching the world around you. Snow blew quickly down from the sky, making it barely possible to see three feet in front of you. The traffic lights blinked red, warning cars that they shouldn't even be out in this weather. It was becoming unbearable, your fingers becoming numb. You were still a good twenty minute walk from your house, and you continued to trudge on through the sludge covered sidewalks.
You heard a car drive up from behind you, stopping next to you and rolling down the window. You looked over, your heart practically stopping.
"What the hell are you doing walking around in this weather?!" Jack yelled out the window, opening the passenger door for you. "Get your ass in the car; you're probably freezing." You hesitated before taking a seat in the car, but didn't regret doing it. You buckled up, your body stinging from the sudden warmth of the car. You were shivering, the cold of your body freezing you to the core. Jack glanced at you worriedly as you directed him to your house. You rubbed your numb hands together in an attempt to warn them.
"You're real ballsy going out in this weather," he stated, a hint of a smile gracing his lips.
"Yeah, well I was almost out of Pringles," you stated nonchalantly, ignoring the chattering of your teeth. Your hands stung as you continued to rub them together. "I'm not me without my Pringles." He chuckled, taking notice to your bright red hands.
"Here, gimme one of your hands. I'll help you warm them up." You ignored the blush on your face as you gave him your hand, your heart pounding furiously in your chest. "Jesus Christ, Y/N. You're really lucky I came and picked you up when I did, or you'd get hypothermia or something. Can't have you missing school, now can we?" His warm hand held yours tightly, it's heat radiating into your palm. You began to regain feeling of your fingers, not pulling your hand away from his.
"I guess not, although I wouldn't mind staying home for the next week or so. School is a pain in the ass."
"Oh please, you wouldn't want to miss the lesson about human reproduction, would you?" You blushed and pulled your hand out of his, facing the window. He laughed at your reaction, continuing to drive cautiously through the snow.
You pulled into your driveway, the lights inside turned off. Your parents were asleep early, as they always were Friday nights, and you were free to do whatever you wanted.
"Thank you a lot for driving me home," you said quietly, turning your body to face him. "You really didn't have to though. I'm sure I would've been-"
"It was no problem. I really didn't want you freezing to death or something. I'd hate to see you sick and miserable taking a test on sex." You blushed, hoping that he would just brush it off as you being too cold. You unbuckled your seat belt, preparing to exit the car.
"Still, thank you. I, uh...I really owe you one." He cocked an eyebrow, smirking slightly.
"Oh really?" he said, his voice lower than usual. "I might have to redeem that favor before it expires." He winked, causing your to blush intensify.
"Well it's too bad that it expires tomorrow, then." You smiled back, your mind squealing in delight. You were flirting with your bio teacher, and he was flirting back.
"I guess I'll have to use it before you leave then." He smiled, unbuckling his seat belt.
"And what exactly are you going to use it for?" He leaned in close, so close that you could feel his breath on your lips, and met your eyes.
"Kiss me." He didn't need to tell you twice. You smashed your lips together, feeling fireworks explode behind your closed eyes as he kissed back. He held your waist, pulling you as close as his car would allow. You had your arms around his neck, running your cold fingers through the hair on the back of his head. You could feel him shiver slightly, a small sound emitting from the back of his throat. His tongue slid past your lips, probing around your mouth. You hated tonsil hockey, but the way that Jack did it was different. It seemed more adult, more mature.
He pulled his mouth away from yours, connecting his lips to your neck. He kissed the skin passionately, being sure to place little hickeys wherever he felt necessary. The car was filled with your quiet and gentle moans, ones that obviously turned Jack on quite a bit. He pulled his body away from yours, sinking back into his seat with a wide smile.
"That was quite the favor," he said, winking in your direction. You smiled back at him.
"If you're willing to invite me over, I think we should really talk about this," you said, adding a bit of seriousness to the conversation.
"Yeah, why don't you run inside real quick and grab some things. I'll keep the car running." You nodded, pecking his cheek and exiting the car. As soon as your front door was closed, you leaned against it and sighed. A smile grew on your chapped lips, a quiet squeal emanating from your throat as realization set in.
You just made out with your bio teacher.
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Well, that was pretty damn eventful. I wanna thank Andy for adding in about 400 words to the middle of this part. She made it much better.
I hope you're enjoying these imagines so far. Sorry if this sort of thing isn't something you're comfortable with; I was just inspired to write it and did. I've got a part two in the works, and I'll most likely be making a part three if people enjoy this.
I'll try to keep a regular update schedule, but if you know anything about Andy, she takes a long time to get things done (I'm the queen of procrastination, what can I say? Dan Howell would be proud of me) so things might not be consistent.
Happy reading,
Allie B.