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Hot For Teacher(74)

By:Mandee Mae


I stuttered replying to her, because I was mesmerized by her new found beauty. “I-uh, bio.”

“With Ms. Russell or Mr. Geoffrey?”

“Russell.”

“Great, let’s go! We can sit next to each other.”

We walked into the classroom and chose two desks beside each other. The teacher came in and introduced herself, but it was hard for me to focus on anything she was saying. I was too busy admiring Rachel. We’d been friends since we were in diapers, so I never looked at her in this light before.

The first two classes of the day had gone by quickly and now we were all headed to lunch. I was surrounded by my friends Rachel, John, and Jacob. I had somehow managed to avoid Zach at all costs today. Until, a football came hurling in my direction, landing in my soup. “Catch, oops.”

Ice cold soup splashed all over my face, completely covering my glasses and sweater. The entire cafeteria burst into laughter, except for Rachel. “Zach, you’re a grade-A douche pickle.” She yelled in my defense.

“I have a pickle for you sweetheart, let me know when you want it,” he shouted back.

I grabbed a napkin, and cleaned my frames off, just enough to see, snatched my bag and stormed out the cafeteria door.

Storming down the hall towards the bathroom is when I saw—her. She had dark auburn locks that were pulled back away from her face, a white blouse that tightly clung to her body—accenting her large breasts and a pair of tight pants with black suspenders over her shoulders. As we made eye contact, I felt my heart skip a beat and a pulse in my pants. “Rough day?” She asked in a sweet, sultry tone.

“How could you tell?”

She walked up to me and raised her hand to my cheek, wiping away the leftover soup residue. “Lucky guess. Well whoever did do this to you will get his, I promise you that. See you around.”

As she walked by me, I could smell the sweet scent of coconut and vanilla radiating from her. Chills from her touch still lingered and seeing as I’d never seen her around before, I assumed she was someone’s big sister or something. Which depressed me, I’ve never had a girl that attractive come near me—ever.

After I cleaned myself up, I headed to my history class, then to my final class of the day. College Prep/Creative Writing.

I hadn’t realized how late I was until the final warning bell rang. I chose a seat next to Bridget Nelson, the leader of the debate team.

The teacher hadn’t arrived yet, so I breathed a sigh of relief. I reached down to retrieve my notebook from my bag and heard high heels click into the room, followed by a simultaneous gasp.

I looked up, returning my gaze to the front of the room and there she was—the girl from the hallway. Only, she looked a little different. Her hair was free from her ponytail and she replaced her suspenders with a skin tight skirt and applied bright red lipstick to her mouth. She also had thick black frames on her face.

Placing her briefcase on the desk, she addressed the class and introduced herself. “Hello everyone, my name is Maxine Sheppard and I will be here to help you with Creative Writing and college prep three days a week. Ms. Shannon will be here on Tuesdays and Thursdays to teach you Language Arts.”

Before we began, she asked if anyone had a question. I saw a hand raise out the corner of my eye and my worst fear had come to realization-Zach was here. “Why are you so—hot? Because you’ve certainly gained my ‘full’ attention,” he said, high-fiving his jock friend Chris.

His comments went completely unfazed by her and she politely smiled at him. “What’s your name?”

“Zach C.”

“Well, Zach C. You will now have the honor of being a part of our first writing lesson. Everyone, take a good hard look at Zach. Study him—real well. Now, I want you to grab a sheet of paper and create a scene involving him. It must be a minimum of two whole paragraphs long, and it must contain something he just said to me. It could also involve his looks, the urge of wanting to punch him in the face—anything. You have twenty-five minutes.”

She winked at me after she said that. I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically at this. It was about time my brother paid for being a jackass.

***

Zach

Making a complete ass out of myself was my specialty, but doing it in front of a hot teacher like Ms. Sheppard, was a first. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted me, and I’d do whatever it takes to make her mine. Being the quarterback had its perks. I had girls practically throwing themselves at me all the time, so this wouldn’t be that hard of a challenge—teacher or not.

After an hour of torture and pathetic insults, the final bell of the day rang. Unlike the other average kids, my day wasn’t over. I still had practice for the next two hours. I never arrived on time because let’s face it, I don’t have to work as hard as everyone else. I had an image to uphold.