Mr.Grayson's (Kyle's) POV
"Um M-Mr.Grayson. Do you need something?"
I found it interesting how me doing the slightest things could get her all flustered. I couldn't deny the fact that actually somewhat liked it.
"I was wondering if you would accept the offer of helping me review all those papers I handed out today."
She crosses her arms and throws a firm glare my way in the semi-lit room.
"Why hand out papers if you don't have the will to grade them all?"
"Hmm. I guess you have a point there. Anyway, are you going to help or not?"
She scrunches up her nose as if conflicted between what answer to give. Sending my blood pumping faster and to a specific part I might say. I couldn't help but blurt out how adorable she looked.
"You know, that's a face you should make more often. Its cute."
I absentmindedly compliment her. Kyle what the hell are you doing!? I mentally face palm myself for coming off this strong when she's purely a senior and since this is a huge taboo. She glances up at me, her jaw nearly coming unhinged with a shockingly embarrassed expression.
"U-um....."
"I'm sorry, forget I said that."
I quickly apologize, unknowingly moving a tad bit closer to her. My head told me to back up but I momentarily disregarded it and leaned further in, only to give her a friendly pat atop her crown before nonchalantly pulling away.
"Ugh never mind. I have to go, my friend is waiting for me."
She rushes out the door and I couldn't help but laugh to myself. She seemed like the shy type of person, making me think that I should probably slow down. But that doesn't mean I'm giving up just yet. She seemingly intrigues me when I only just met her which is honestly uncommon. But, is she intriguing to me enough to risk and sacrifice it all? I guess only time will tell.
This job switch will be more interesting than I originally thought.
McKenzie's POV
I jump out of Jake's car and rush up the stairs into my room, flopping on my bed heavily. I touch my cheeks and realize they're dangerously hot. Ugh, what is wrong with that man. He shouldn't do things like that. And why am I getting all flustered over it! Well I mean who wouldn't. He's like the guy in every females sexy fantasy.
I'm just glad Jake didn't question anything. Yet. I unwillingly recall the incident that took place only moments ago, an unwanted shiver running down my spine as I think back to it. His voice was drilled into my head. I rush to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face in attempt to get rid of these unruly thoughts.
A sigh pushes past my lips as I silently walk back into my room, burying myself into the blankets. My body sinks into the soft plush bed and I exhale lowly at the relaxing sensation. During the ever so relaxing state, I recall that my mom wasn't going to be home will late tonight, prompting the realization that I'd have to cook myself something to eat tonight.
I unconsciously run my fingers through the hair he had touched, ultimately deciding that I needed to get some sleep since my brain is mentally exhausted. It was only four something in the afternoon but oh well, you can never turn down sleep. I blink heavily a couple times before closing my eyes, only for them to fly back open at the sound of my phone buzzing beside me.
I reluctantly sit up and grab it from atop my night stand. It was Jake asking me if something was wrong. Like I said before, he's a damn mind reader when it comes down to me. After replying with a quick 'I'm fine', I set my phone back down and sink back into the bed. Within minutes, the darkness of slumber is infiltrating my body.
~*~
"Kenz get up! It's time for school!"
My eyes are instantly open at the sound of my mothers booming voice. I remove myself from the soft comfortable bed as fast as I could without getting that dizzy feeling. How the hell did I sleep through the whole day yesterday? I wonder to myself. After quickly doing my morning routine I grab my backpack, along with my phone, and rush downstairs.
"Good morning"
I say while quickly kissing her on the cheek.
"Morni'n"
I quickly begin eating away the food set on the bar counter for me, exceptionally hungry since I didn't eat dinner last night. The thought of my economics homework I was supposed to do yesterday suddenly crossed my mind and I internally freak for a few momentary seconds before remembering I could do it during lunch. Perks of having that class later in the day.
"You must have been real tired yesterday. When I came home you were asleep and you didn't even wake up after that."
I quickly stop eating as I recall the moment I had with Mr.Grayson. Who knew one human being could cause another so much exhaustion from just a gentle pat on the head. I feel an uncomfortably warm heat beginning to dawn on my face as I try desperately get rid of the thought.
"Um yeah, I was just really tired yesterday."
She lifts a curious brow and looks at me. It felt like her intense stare was burning right though my soul. It's weird how parents have that affect on their kids. It's as though they're freaking psychic sometimes.
"So, is there a reason you were tired?"
"I just had a lot of homework to do and it tired me out."
I lie, trying to push down the guilty feeling I had for doing it straight to her face.
"Hmm..."
She hums understandingly my believable explanation.
"Alright well I have to get to school. Don't wanna be late."
I grab my backpack from next to me, leaving my half eaten breakfast on the counter and rush toward the door. Ignoring the confusion plastered on her face, I wave bye and quickly stride out the door, almost forgetting to shut it behind me. Jake was already outside waiting for me as I hop in his car and buckle up.
"Well somebody's early today."
He says lifing an eye brow at me as I zip up my jacket. Why does everybody keep questioning me today!
"I just accidentally woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep. Ok! Now let's go before we're late to school"
"Yeah yeah, don't get your panties in a wad."
He mumbles and rolls his eyes before driving off. We get there about ten minutes later and surprisingly reach our class early. And might I say, it is very rarely that we have time to sit down and chat before class.
"So you're really not gonna tell me about the new English teacher Kenz?"
"I told you already. Go find out about him your self!"
I shout defensively, not meaning to yell as loud as I did.
"Whoa calm down tiger, I was just asking."
He says, holding his hands up in an apologetic manner. The bell rings before we could talk any longer and the teacher quickly starts his lesson. My mind was far from paying attention to the teacher in the front of the board, sadly.
~*~
I rush out the class after the bell had rung, with Jake scrambling after me.
"Gotta pee gotta pee. Oh God this shit is annoying.
"Kenz calm down. The bathroom isn't to far from here."
He reassures in attempt to calm my rapidly growing nerves.
"I know but you know the relationship tardies and I have! What if I'm late to class?"
I question while resisting the urge to hold my private area because of how bad I needed to release my urine. It felt like I could burst any minute as my insides churned and it was that bitch of a teachers fault. He said we could only get three passes each semester. Like who the hell does that bull, sitting there making me wait till the end of class while knowing I still have to make it to my next class on time. Does he not know how big this freaking school is?
"He's a new teacher, I'm sure he'll understand."
Jake tries to convince me. I groan because of how indecisive I was at the moment, eventually giving in to his suggestion.
"Ugh fine fine. But if I get in trouble it's on your ass."
I vaguely assure while glaring and speed walking toward the restroom.
"Whatever, I'll see you at lunch!"
He yells from down the hall. I eagerly rush towards the girls bathroom, feeling like it was taking me hours to finally reach it. I push the door open and rush into a stall, sighing as I sat down, glad to get to finally use the bathroom. I exit the stall and wash my hands, drying them with a brown paper towel afterwards.
"Oh fuck, I gotta get to class."
I'm almost at the door when I hear the tardy bell ring. I irritatedly groan at the sound of it and slowly walk in, hoping to not be noticed by him. But to my dismay he's already looking at the door and smiles at me.
Hmm, maybe he'll let me off the hook. I rush to sit at a desk and put my head down. Moments later I feel someone slide something next to me. I look up and see there's a pink slip next to me and a Mr.Grayson walking back to his desk.
Oh come on, detention! Doesn't he think that's a little harsh. I continue to read it and realize that its gonna be in his class room and at lunch. I groan softly since I wanted to spend my lunch with Jake and finish my homework. My internal dismay is eventually interrupted by the starting of class. Looks like I'm going to be going to jail for killing my best friend.
~*~
Class ends as the bell rings and everyone is walking out of the door, including me.
"Miss Johnson, don't forget you have detention. Get your lunch and bring it right back here."
"I already have my lunch."
I quickly respond, only to mentally slap myself for saying that. I at least wanted to tell Jake where I was.
"Well then, you can have a seat."
He says smirking and pointing to the desk in front of him. I grudgingly walk over to where he instructed and plop down, immediately slouching into the seat. My eyes wander to the ceiling as I desperately trying to avoid looking at him.
"Hmm, did I do something wrong miss Johnson?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. Everything is justttt peachy."
I spitefully mumble under my breath, just enough for him to hear me.
Note the sarcasm.
"Then why the gloomy face?"
He says, getting up from his chair and sitting at the front of his desk.
"No reason."
I roll my eyes and continue to look up at the ceiling of the room in attempt to ignore the macho man hovering over me.
"Your face is too pretty for you to have such an agitated expression on it."
Mr.Grayson's POV
"Your face is too pretty for you to have such an agitated expression on it."
I voice out, my gaze lingering on her glossy blue eyes. Her cheeks instantly grows red, forming on her cheeks before spreading to the tip of her smooth pale ears.
"M-Mr.Grayson-"
"Call me Kyle"
She stays quiet, not saying anything. As expected, she looks away. I grab her chin, bringing her face up to look at me.
"Mr.Gra- I mean Kyle. Y-you have to stop doing things like that."
She removes my hand from her face and pouts, making me tempted to repeat the action again, but I resist.
"And you have to stop looking so cute. Do you know how hard it is for me to resist you when you make faces like that"
I couldn't withstand the urge to say it despite knowing the potential consequences. Her face grows even redder as she uses her hands to try and cover it.
"Hey! don't say that."
"Alright time to get to work. You're in detention after all."
I decide to quit teasing her, for now. I could see the pure shock plastered on her face.
"What?"
"Here, start with these papers."
I set the papers Ms.Johnson handed out to everyone yesterday on her desk. She sits there staring blankly at me and then the papers.
"Chop chop, before I have to punish you."
I say jokingly, earning a slight gasp from her. She immediately grabs a pen from her pocket and starts looking at the papers.
McKenzie's POV
He is such a confusing man. How could he go from saying such things and then start making me work like nothing happened.
"Chop chop, before I have to punish you."
He says, just as a mischievous smirk sprawls across his face. My breath gets caught in my throat as I hurriedly grab a pen from my pocket to start working on the papers.
~*~
"Ow, shit."
I sware under my breath, making sure Mr.Gra- I mean Kyle couldn't hear. This is the third paper cut I've gotten.
"You do know I can tell you have gotten at least two paper cuts by now. You really should be careful."
"Yeah whatever."
I mumble causing him to softly laugh before continuing to read over some type of book. I look at the clock and realize it's only a couple minutes before the lunch bell rings. Hallelujah!
"Mr.Grayson-"
"Kyle"
Not exactly professional to call him by his first name but oh well.
"I mean Kyle. Can I leave now?"
He lifts his gaze up from the book and to the clock hanging up on the wall.
"Well damn. Somebody's eager to leave me" He says with a saddened look.
Language?
"N-no I didn't mean it like tha-"
"So you want to stay?"
He questions, raising a curious eyebrow at me.
"Well I didn't say that either but I um..."
I couldn't stop stuttering as my breath becomes slightly hitched. I didn't know how to respond to his question. I hear him laugh, halting my words.
"Don't fluster yourself. I was just teasing, you can leave. I hate seeing your face so troubled."
I could feel my face grow hot again, like they were stuck in a scorching heat. Even if he's joking, I still can't help but feel embarrassed.
"Stop saying things like that!"
He confuses these feelings deep down inside me when he does or says certain things. It aggravates me like hell because I don't understand them. I try to put on my best frustrated face possible. But considering he started laughing, I'm guessing I failed.
"I told you before to stop making such adorable faces like that."
He says this with a smirk plastered across his face.
"O-ok I won't make faces like that anymore!"
I say a little too quickly because I was a little nervous, standing under his intense gaze.
"Well you can leave. I'll see you out."
I stand up and he puts his arms around the small of my back, guiding me to the door.
"You to stop doing things like this!"
"Like what?"
He grips my pulls me a bit closer to him, the sides of our bodies beginning to rub against each others as we walk. I stiffen at the feeling.
"W-what are you doing?"
He unexpectedly backs me into a corner, bringing his close lips to me. I could feel his hot husky breath on my ear, feeling it sends an unfamiliar feeling throughout every inch of my body.
"What do you mean?"
He says, playing innocent. I could feel the smirk in his voice.
"Y-you know exactly what I'm talking about."
I attempt to scold him as if I wasn't stumbling over my words enough.
"You mean, this......"
I suddenly feel his soft warm pair of lips gingerly attach themselves to my neck.
Did my teacher just........?
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