Chapter Twenty Five~ A Teachers Seduction

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^This is the only title that I felt fit this chapter lmao

Dylans POV (finally lol)

"Why do you look spent as hell right now?"

Claire questions me curiously as she, Maya and I took our seats in the last class of the day. Art. One of the only periods I didn't have with Alex. My face heats up at her question, finding it exceptionally hard to keep my calm. I had tried my best to fix myself up in the bathroom after Alex and I exited the closet but apparently it did nothing since Maya just called me out about my appearance. The two look at me with raised brows and crossed arms, patiently waiting for a response.

"What do you mean?"

I ask dumbly, pretending to be confused by her words. The pair eye me suspiciously but chooses to let the subject go, turning to each other and conversing. I sigh in relief, tuning their voices out at the mention of a topic I no doubtlessly wanted absolutely no part of. Periods. The time of the month where girls supposably bleed out their vaginas for a week. Sounds painful. What the hell made them start taking about that and why? No clue.

The bell eventually rings and our teacher, Ms.Loraine, walks in and takes a seat at her desk after shutting the door. She was one of the youngest teachers at this school, her age resting at twenty five. Slim with a curvy waist, elegant wavy raven locks, flawless facial features and drop-dead gorgeous green eyes that changed color and glistened in the sun. Pretty much everything you'd want in a woman. But, I'm gonna have to say I prefer the lovable dimwit, Alex Walker, that I proudly call my boyfriend.

Anyway back to Ms.Loraine. A good chunk of juniors and seniors at this school bluntly flirt with her, due to that fact that she's currently single. But their straightforward flirtatious statements are things she acts entirely oblivious of. At least, that's the way she makes it seem. Even a class full of middle schoolers could tell when a person is flirting. And by her being in her twenties, I'm sure she's aware of some of these immature jocks' intentions. I guess that's a part of being "professional on the job".

But while most boys here enjoyed this period, simply because the sight of our teacher they get whenever they walk in, I don't find it that pleasurable. And not just because I'm literally by Alex's side every night so there's no need to crush on the lady. It's frankly for the simple fact that I am outright trash at art and for this reason, I'm not a huge fan of this course. But it's an elective, not a core class, so who gives a fuck if I'm complete utter ass at it.

"Alright class, today we're going to be working on. . ."

She pauses mid sentence, half the class waiting in anticipation while the rest of us rolled our eyes disinterestedly. When her scanning eyes come across me, she stops and smirks. I look around the room awkwardly, deciding not to pay any attention to the action. Weird.

"Sketching a portrait of one of your friends!"

Just. Fucking. Great.

~*~

In the end, I had chose to partner up with Maya while Claire paired up with one of my friends. I proposed the idea of me pairing up with my friend, Malcom, but Claire quickly denied. Stating something about the only face I'll be drawing is Alexander's. It's weird how those two seem to want us to be together more than we did ourselves, in the beginning. The thought of my friends supporting Alex and I more then my parents saddens me. But hey, what can ya do?

"If you move your big ass head one more fucking time, I'll chop it off."

Maya threatens coldly just as I was about to glance back down at my phone. I roll my eyes but never the less keep my head facing her, trying to resist the urge of looking down at the device clutched in my hand. If I was messaging anybody else besides Alex at the moment then it probably wouldn't be that hard to withstand. But unfortunately, yet fortunately, for me I was in fact texting him.

It's just...whenever he replies, a huge smile forms on my face and butterflies pervade my stomach. I wasn't entirely familiar with the feeling but it was definitely something I could get used to. Wow, is this what having a serious relationship turns you into? If it is then I'm not sure if I'm repulsed or demented of the fact that I didn't get in one sooner. Then again, not all relationships are completely flawless.

"Alright guys and gals, time to pick up. People who didn't start sketching your partner today, be prepared to begin next class."

Ms.Loraine says, her voice sounding smooth as silk. I guess I have to start drawing Maya next class. Everyone starts putting the supplies up and packs their stuff into their back packs, eager that the end of the day was finally approaching. The announcements then came on, only to say that there were no afternoon announcements. Well that wasn't pointless at all.

The bell signals and I rush out my seat with Maya and Claire trailing behind me, the desire to get to Alex being the only thing on my mind. 'Fuck, is he the only thing I think about?' I question to myself. The sound of my name being called stops me in my tracks just as I was about to walk out the door, along with Claire and Maya. We turn our heads to the source of the voice and come to realization that it was Ms.Loraine who had called out to me.

"Yes?"

"Would you mind staying after for a moment?"

She questions me. Curiosity filled my brain as I try to think of all the possibilities that she'd want me to stay back. We've never really talked so why now?

"Um sure."

"Alone"

I purse my lips as she motions to the two girls standing next to me, turning to them with an apologetic look.

"It's fine, we'll see you tomorrow."

Claire says, linking arms with Maya and walking out. But not before eyeing Ms.Loraine cautiously for some reason. I walk over to her desk and stand in front of it while she stayed seated.

"So, is there a reason you wanted to talk to me miss?"

I question politely, glancing down at my phone as it buzzed. It didn't surprise me when a message from Alex popped up asking me where I was right now. I quickly send back a quick 'be there in a bit, talking with a teacher'.

"I just wanted to talk to you about your grade in my class. It seems as though you're failing right now."

She informs which grasps my attention. I mean, of course I was failing! I hate this class.

"I'm not really that enthusiastic about-"

I begin, till she cuts me off in the middle of me justifying how learning about art wasn't my strongest field.

"Don't worry Dylan. . .I'm willing to work something out with you."

She explains, sliding a ruler between her fingers while biting her lip. I squirm uncomfortably under her heavy gaze, slipping a hand in my pocket and toying with a penny that just so happen to be there. She stands up from her seat and walks to the door, locking it before stepping toward me once again. I back up till the back of my knees came in contact with a desk, my palms sweating as she continued to walk toward me.

A/N (Alex, come gets ya manz bitch.)

"Do you have your eyes on anyone at this school? Student or. . .teacher?"

"I-um no."

I stammer out quickly as she places a finger on my chest and glides it down toward my abs, letting it stop just above the waist band of my pants. So much for her being 'professional'.

"Well how about I change that for you."

"I'm not really-"

She stops me from talking and silences my words by pressing her lips against mine. I was taken aback by the action, my eyes widening in bewilderment. The feeling of her hand against my crotch causes me to unintentionally groan and kiss back, gripping her outspread waist in my hands. She smirks against my lips, letting it fade as my phone goes off and I back away.

Alex's name was visible in big broad letters, a picture of me blushing as his lips were pressed against my cheek displayed on the screen. I quickly grab my phone and rush out the door after unlocking it, ignoring Ms.Loraine's protest to come back. Holy shit, I've fucked up now. My phone eventually stops ringing but starts again a few seconds later, the same picture of Alex and I popping up.

The view of my boyfriends back appears and I quickly rush up to him and tap his shoulder. He turns to me with a confused expression, it soon turning into worry as he places his hands on the sides of my face. Guilt fills my heart as he continues to ask if I was okay. How could I do this to someone who cares about my safety over his own?

"I was worried something happened, what took you so long babe and why didn't you answer my calls?"

He asks after finally letting go of my face, both of us walking out the double doors alongside eachother. I knew I should've pulled away as soon as her lips touched mine but my hormones took over. Does this make me Bi or something?

"A teacher just wanted to speak to me about my grades remember? It would be rude if I was on the phone while they were talking to me."

I chuckle nervously, attempting to keep my cool. He nods his head understandingly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder as we walked toward his car. Fuck, I just lied straight to his face.

"I'm honestly just ready to eat and pass the hell out."

He laughs, nudging me in the arm before walking toward the drivers side and getting in. I give a forged smile at his words, not in a humorous mood right this second. The thought of should I tell him or not wouldn't leave my mind as he drove us to his house. This is all Ms.Loraine's fault. If she would've never kissed me this wouldn't have happened. But I also did kiss back.

The feeling of remorse kept frantically picking at my brain as though it was a lock, causing a wave of nervousness to cascade through my body. I don't say a word to Alex after getting out the car once we pulled up to his house, immediately walking to the door and knocking. He places a hand on my shoulder from behind and turns me around to face him.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing"

I state blandly, adverting my gaze away from his since it felt as though he could see right through me.

"If you say so."

He sighs, taking his key out and unlocking the door. I quickly walk in after him, rushing up the stairs to take a shower.

"And my mom's not here so there was no point in knocking."

I hear him yell just before my feet reached the top of the stairs. That makes sense.

If only everything else did.

~*~

"Why are you so far away? Don't tell me it's because of what happened at school today?"

Alex questions with a small grin, grabbing my waist in venture to pull me closer while we sat on his bed. My heart drops at his words but quickly returns to normal as I realize he meant what happened in the janitors closet, not with Ms.Loraine.

"No"

"Well what ever it is, I love you so I'll wait till you're ready to talk."

He smiles lovingly at me but it didn't make my stomach churn in the good way like it always does. Instead, it made me feel even worse. 'Just tell him Dylan' 'it was only one small little kiss' 'He has probably done the same thing before'. These thoughts spun through my head, leaving me on the verge of a mental break down. 'C'mon, you're stronger than this' I think to myself. But the warm and fond look Alex was giving me was enough to make me give in.

"I have to tell you something."

If this was any other person it would be completely different and I'd be able to push it aside. But he was Alex, my best friend, and not saying anything to him about this will only leave me paranoid for the next month.

"What is it?"

He asks, attempting to grab my hand in which I respond by pulling it away. The look on his face after I did that made me swarm with grief.

"Oh"

He simply says.

"No- I just fuck!"

I stuff my face into the palm of my hands at my failed attempt to explain this. A sigh pushes past my lips as I eventually calm myself and find enough courage to look at him again.

"Someone kissed me."

I force out in barely over a whisper, my eyes searching his face for any type of emotion. After a few anxiety filled seconds, he finally talks.

"Well I mean, I can't be that mad since no one knows we date and the girls and boys at that school are a bunch of immature imbeciles. Im a little annoyed but as long as you didn't kiss back then okay."

He says with a tight smile, letting it drop as I looked at him and didn't respond.

"Dylan-"

"Alex I can explain."

I cry out in desperation. But could I really? He buries his face in both his hands, tugging lightly at the hair on his head.

"Who?"

He questions quietly, my chest tightening at the sound of his voice cracking. It felt like a rope was squeezing tightly around it-suffocating it. This is all my fault and fuck did I feel bad.

"Ms.Loraine"

I voice out lowly. He laughs through his nose at my answer, shaking his head disappointedly and lifting his face from his hands to look at me.

"Of course, why am I shocked? She's perfect. Everything you could ever want. Gorgeous, sweet and. . ."

He pauses for a second, starring at me with teary yet hard eyes.

"Not a guy."

"C'mon, you know that doesn't matter to me! You're all I want and love, it was a mistake okay! I'm sorry!"

I shout gravely and reach my hand out to touch his wrist, meaning every word I said. He catches it in his hand and holds it securely in his grip.

"Don't. Touch. Me."

The tone of his voice leaves me tongue tied for words and I swallow a lump in my throat. He advances toward me and forcibly pushes me down onto my back, pinning my arms above my head. I had confidence the size of a dime under his iron stare and seemingly dark eyes.

"How about I show you who you fucking belong to because obviously, you need a reminder."

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Dylan you submissive little bitch🤣😂. Anyway, Heyyy. I updated again, the grind never fucking stops! Lol. I'm honestly so proud of this chap plus I actually enjoyed writing it and it didn't feel forced😭and I hope you guys liked it. Can you believe this was actually supposed to be abt them going on a date but I changed my mind at the last minute? I'm so indecisive lolz.

Anyway, fair warning for the next chapter. It's gonna get a little uhm idk- smutty. More like a lotta bit lmao. Anyway comment what you thought don't forget to vote. Love you guys. Bye!!

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