- Monday (week 2) -

"Ugggghhhh," Stefy groans as she massages her temples in first period the very next day. "Why did you allow me to drink that much. Oh god—Temptations is still there right? I mean, I didn't drink it away did I?"

"No, Stefy you didn't drink it away," I answer with annoyance while my face is buried in my hands. "If anyone drank it away last night, it was me."

Stefy attempts to let out a laugh, but she quickly realizes it's a bad idea and instead winces.

I hear the classroom door swing open and then slam shut, notifying me that Professor Dickhead has entered the hellhole, aka, the English classroom.

"Morning, Students," Mr. Williams greets with a bitterness to his tone, like always, earning a few mumbles from students in return.

I strip my hands away from my eyes and squint at the brightness of the fluorescent lights above once I do. I look towards where Mr. Williams is standing by the white board writing something down. Even the squeaking of the dry erase marker is enough to make my ears strain.

Well, maybe that wouldn't happen if you did a little thing called PACING YOURSELF!

When Mr. Williams turns around, our eyes instantly lock. And he looks pissed. Mega pissed. But then again...what else is new?

I give Mr. Williams a little smirk with the intention of annoying him. But that only causes him to worsen his glare.

Well this should be an interesting school day.

Gulp...

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One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four—

"Ms. Parks!" Mr. Williams yells with a slam of a hand on my desk, earning for me to jerk awake with surprise.

Who in the hell dares to interrupt my slumber?!

"What, What—what happened?" I spew out mindlessly. My eyes land on Mr. Williams and I groan. What the hell is Mr. Crabby Pants doing here? I scan around my surroundings with sleepy eyes.

Wait a minute...

"I guess I should add sleeping in class to the long list of reasons of why you're on my naughty list, Ms. Parks," I hear Mr. Williams say as I look around the empty classroom. I look back at him now with a glare and roll my eyes before lazily standing up from out of my seat.

"Naughty list? Who are you Santa Claus?" I snap back to his remark.

We need better comebacks, Eli. Better comebacks!

"Clever," Mr. Williams sarcastically says, and I wish I could just punch his smug face.

"Clever," I mock back under my breath as I retrieve my backpack from next to my desk. "Let me guess, more detention? Cause to be honest, that's getting kind of old, Mr. Williams."

Mr. Williams smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, causing for his muscles to be prominent underneath his white dress shirt.

"See me after school, Ms. Parks," is all he says before he goes back and sits down at his desk.

Where else would I go?

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"Yes, Ms. Valerie, I'll make sure to take a good look at your paper as soon as I can," I watch from the doorway of the English classroom as Mr. Williams speaks to a big boobed, blonde headed student of his.

Is boobed even a word?

Is shut up even a word?

Yes?

Okay, then do it!

"Thank you for your time, Sir," blondie says in a seductive tone as she twirls her hair between her fingers for show. I roll my eyes.

Gag me.

How could he possibly be allowing this kind of behavior?

Oh please, says the girl who flashed him her kitty in the middle of class.

Okay, that was one time!

Finally, blondie heads my way and exits the classroom but not before giving me a glare in my direction first. What crawled up her plastic ass?

"Come in. Close the door behind you," Mr. Williams directs me without even bothering to remove his eyes from the papers on his desk in front of him.

Rude dude alert!

Reluctantly though, I oblige to his commands before going over and sitting in my usual seat.

"Let's see, what really pissed you off this time? Was it the falling asleep in class, or the little doodles that I left on your desk in permanent marker?"

Mr. Willams looks down at the corner of his wooden desk to where I drew a doodle of a dick and a pair of boobs in black sharpie. His jaw noticeably tenses once he does, and I smirk.

"Neither," I surprisingly find him saying, and my smirk falls. "You're here-" he pauses as he stands up from his desk. "—because of one simple reason. Ms. Parks."

I too decide to stand up from my desk as well to match him—to stand my ground. Even though I am in his classroom.

"And what's that, Sir?" I ask back as I fold my arms over my chest. There's a silence that overcomes the air around us as I wait for Mr. Willams to answer. The silence is filled with almost both defiance and—dominance even.

Mr. Willams smirks. "How's that hangover treating you?" He asks with a raise of his brow. My breath stops. How did he—when did he?

Sorry to break it to you, hun, but it's not that hard to tell.

"It's—it's treating me just fine, thank you very much. Not that it's any of your business," I say back, slightly mumbling the last part under my breath. Mr. Williams takes a slow drag with his eyes up and down my body, and I must admit, his gaze on me almost turns my knees to jelly.

"I thought good little girls didn't get hangovers?" He slowly speaks as his devilish eyes meet mine. I only paint a pesky smirk on my face.

"I must not be a good little girl then."

That's an understatement.

Conscience, do you mind shutting up for me?

"Ms. Parks," Professor Dickhead starts off slow. "Are you aware of what people do to bad little girls who disobey the rules?" Mr. Williams almost purrs with a daring glint in his eyes. My only response to him though is a single scoff.

"And you know that I don't care, right?" I end up snapping back with a smirk of my own. Two can play at this game, Mr. Fancypants.

I watch as his eyes grow dark, a sense of tension washing over his mood and the air buzzing around us. I don't take my eyes of his, leaving us in a battle of dominance between stares. I soon lose though as he takes slow, taunting steps behind me.

"Bend over my desk, Angel," He whispers in my ear from behind, hot breath fanning against my cheek.

Hot damn.

My eyes grow wide and my skin immediately flushes. My breath starts to heave at an unsteady pace.

Who knew words could effect me so much?

"Ex—excuse me?" I whisper out so softly that it's almost barely audible, feeling like an idiot for actually stuttering. I let out a small gasp once i feel the warmth of Mr. Willams hand brush along my hip, his touch leaving trails of fire.

"I said," he whispers from behind me, causing his bottom lip to ever-so-slightly brush against my ear lope as he does. "Bend over the fucking desk."

His words only earn for me to stand up straighter considering the fact that his body is now flush up against my own. Yes I can feel the tension between us. And to be completely honest...I crave more. I really do.

We know you do, hoe.

Shut up! I'm trying to make a point!

But even though I do, it's wrong. I know it, and deep down--he knows it too. Even though neither one of us want to admit it. 

"Mr. Williams, I--" 

"You, Ms. Parks--need to do as you're told," Mr. Williams interrupts me. Mr. Williams places his hand on my hip and grips it slightly as he pushes my front against the desk. I let out a small gasp at the action. "You think I don't notice what you do to me every day? Every single fucking day with your little teasing smirks and wanting eyes." He gives both my hips a rough squeeze as he presses himself against me. I can already feel his hardness on my ass. 

My body shutters. 

"No," i find myself saying before I can even process the word falling of my lips. His grip on my noticeably stiffs as i say the word. and to be honest, I'm quite frightened at him right now--and maybe a little bit turned on. 

Oh who am i kidding? I'm extremely turned on. 

Meow! Calm your kitty...

"What was that?" Mr. Williams growls in my ear and i close my eyes for a second to soak in the sound. I gulp down all of my horny ass emotions and push aside all the deceitful thoughts running through my mind. 

"I said...no," i finally breathe out. Somehow i mange to turn around in his grip so that I'm now facing him, our lips only inches apart. "This is wrong and you know it." Mr. Williams searches my eyes, and do the same by searching his as well. But for some reason, i seem to find no emotions in his. it's as if he doesn't even know what he's doing himself. 

"Mr. Williams?" i say in more of a question like manner after neither one of us move or say anything for a while. His stare holds on me, his emotionless stare. I'm about to say something again, but he quickly stops me. 

"Go," is all he blandly says as releases me and steps back while averting all eye contact. It's as if something just switched inside of him. 

"What--"

"Ms. Parks," he warns as his eyes meet mine again. There's definitely an emotion inside of them now. Rage. "Don't make me repeat myself." I stare at him for a moment longer, my breath heaving. i want to ask more questions. i want to demand what the fuck just happened or what the fuck is going on. 

But I don't.

Instead, I be the good little girl that I'm supposed to be and leave. 

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Um...so that happened. 

Let's go eat some mac and cheese...