Sex for homework,
Rolling On a mattress
I think you need a little fucking practice.

Sex for homework
Sitting in detention
theres just a few things I would like to mention.
Only Bad girls will get good grades.

I turn my Phone off and pull out my earbuds as I walk into the High school, Walking towards my first class. Advanced Chorus. Which is on the other side of the school in the arts hall. I quicken my pace to get there before the bell rings. I look down, not liking eye contact, But then I fall down in a sudden collision.

" Oh Im really sorry Clarissa" (A.N. Reference!) I hear. I look up and see my Art teacher. He has these beautiful Hazel/Green eyes and Long black hair. And perfect pink lips. . . Okay so maybe I have a slight Crush on him. Don't judge me.

"Its okay Mr. Way. Im not injured. And I wasnt looking anyway" He puts out his hand for me to take, which I gladly do. He pulls me up and then checks the time.

"Oh we gotta go, class is about to start." He hooks his arm to mine, much like a teenager would with thier best friends. We quickly walk to class, small talking the whole way.
"Have you finished your emotion project?"

"Yeah. I didnt have to hard of a time with it." He chuckles at that.

"Of course you didnt. Have you heard the new Nine Inch Nails?" It freaks me out how cool he is.
"Yes! I love it! its so good! I gotta go see them live."

"I know. Its so good." We eventually get to the arts hall and depart our ways. God Hes so sexy. I look back as he walks into his class, discretely looking at his butt. (A.N. Sorry it had to be done. FOR OPRAH.)
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When It gets to lunch, my boyfriend James comes up to me at my locker.
"Hey Clarissa." He says, kissing me softly. I don't know why Im dating him.

"Hey James." I say. He looks at me strangely.

"Why did you say it like that?"

"Like what?

"Like, annoyed."

"I dont know what your talking about." He scoffs.

"Whatever." I see James' Wrestler friends walk past and james runs over to them. I open my locker and begin putting things in when my eyes are covered.

"Ive been denied all the best ultrasex" I hear whispered in my ear.

"Hey Freddy." I say. Freddy is my best friend in this school. He had bright Blue highlights in his naturally black hair and along with that he had piercing green eyes. Its such a shame hes gay cause I really think I would be all 'you me at six' With him if he wasnt.

"You excited its the last day of school?" He asks. I nod excitedly and smirk.

"We are gonna hang all summer right?"

"Is Mr Way hot?" He replies back jokingly.

" Okay well later I have a date with James and then tomorrow we start our summer of fun!"His face drops to annoyance.

"Why do you date that douche dick anyway?"He asks warily. I dont reply, not really knowing the answer myself.

"Okay Fine Ill drop it, Movies tomorrow?"

"Definitely." He hugs me and kisses my cheeks before walking away to talk to his 'booty call' as I like to call it.
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I walk to my last class of the day as the bell rings, Getting to my favorite class of the day.
Art!

I walk in and see Mr. Ways face Brighten.

"Hey Clarissa!" He says. I sit in my seat on front row. The class starts to fill with loud mouths Chattering as the sit down.

"Hey Way" I say. He rolls his eyes and puts a hand on his hip.

"OK EVERYONE! I get its the last day but shut up!"

Everyone finally gets quiet enough to hear the misfits playing in the background. I bop my head softly in the beat of the song.

"Pass up your projects please" I take them as they are passed up when I hear a familiar tune.

With every single kiss
Im going to slit my wrist
With every single cry
Im going to say goodbye
GOODBYE
SLIT
MY
WRISTS
I see Mr Way smirk at me as I resist the urge to sing but eventually give up.I sing softly along to the song.

"With every single kiss
Im going to slit my wrist
with every singly tear
Im going to say goodbye My dear."

He chuckles at me but I hear Someone say behind me scoff harshly and mutter Emo. Wow. So harsh.

"I will not Tolerate that word in my class." Mr. Way snaps.

"Why? Because you are one?" I now recognise the voice as one of James friends Greg.
"No, because Im not a judgemental fuck like you." He says back.

"Oh yeah. Sure. "Greg Says, sneering." Let me guess, In highschool, you were bullied like a mother fucker, You probably cut, You attemted suicide. Am I right, hot shot?" Mr.Way Puts a hand on his hip.

"No, Let me guess, Your just trying to be a perfect image for your dear ole Pops, On the football team, Fucking every girl in sight (But dont tell daddy that) And I bet your jacked up on steroids too" he says sassily.

He rolls his eyes."Whatever. All for a fucking emo shit. God."

"Get the fuck out my class until you learn to stop being a prick" Mr.Way yells suddenly. I look back to see Greg stand up, pushing his chair out much farther out than usual.

"Gladly" He says, Walking out the door. i keep my head pointed towards my desk, keeping my vision away from the stares surrounding me. When the last bell rings, everyone cheers, excited for summer. I slowly walk towards the door, before getting my wrist grabbed by none other than Mr.Way. My wrist slightly tingles at the touch, making a shiver run through my body. He smirks at me, obviously feeling me shiver onto him.

"Yes Mr.Way?" I ask. He smiles down at my small frame.

"Can I talk to you?" I see a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Whats up?" I say, Hopping onto one of the tables and wondering why he kept me after. he sits directly beside me.

"Are you alright?" He Says sweetly.

"Yeah, Im fine. It didnt mess with me much"

"Just dont let guys like that mess with you. I dont even know why you date that guy James. He seems like an ass" He says, looking away from me.

"Yeah. I dont know why either."He sighs slightly, and softly lays his hand on my thigh.

"You could find someone so much better." He says. I look down at his hand nervously, what the fuck? It moves slightly higher and then he does another unexpected thing. He turns my head slightly towards him, And leans in slowly.

I feel his lips touch mine lightly, before staying there, almost kissing me. I want to move foward, feel his lips against mine, feel his tongue swirl against mine.

"Se you next year Clarissa Jackson." He says, standing up and rushing out of the classroom. I look at where he once was, in complete and utter shock of what had happened.

All I can do is sit and wonder.

What the fuck Just happened?

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