The Boy Next Door

I let myself in and laid on the ground with a guitar on top of me, strumming a few chords from time to time as I thought of lyrics for the stupid project. I was just lying on the floor in the middle of the classroom, no not weird at all. A few minutes later, no wait it was more like thirty minutes later, Mr.Way came running in, I guess he realised he was late, he should get detention, piece of shit.

"OH God I'm sorr- wait how'd you get in?"
"Mr.Spencer gave me a set of keys"
"oh.....what are you doing on the floor..."
"oh you know, just riding a fucking horse. What do you think I'm doing"
"wha-"
"Forget it"

After that I just zoned out completely, I was so focused on getting the right lyrics I had forgotten he was even here.
"You have a lovely voice Veronica" Oh great was I singing? yep, fucking shit I was singing.
"uhhahah yeah suree" I sat up and started fiddling with the ends of my shorts attempting to pull it down without revealing my underwear. He must have been watching me considering that he was laughing.
"What are you doing" he giggled like a five year old.
"my shorts.......they're so......short"
"well yeah they're called shorts for a reason"
"I hate them"
"I think they look kinda...hot"
"what"
"hot"
"wha-"
"I said they kinda look hot, What? did you want me to lie and say they're fucking hideous?"
"tsk tsk tsk, Mr.Wayyy flirting with a student while using such obscene language, I think you deserve a detention"
I replied while rolling my eyes. What the fuck was he even doing? isn't he like 50 or something. Well that was pretty impossible, he looked like a fucking model. Though I just imagine all teachers at the age of 50 due to their lack of life. He got up from his desk and started walking towards me.
"ahah don't get ahead of yourself sweetheart, it was just a compliment"
"A compliment that meant you were staring at A) my ass, or B) my legs" I got up off the floor and walked closer to him as well. I backed him up against the wall, pressing my body on to his. Hey, I never said I was prude.
"definitely A" he smirked. I leaned in and brushed my lips against his. He tried leaning forward to actually reach my lips but I pulled away and walked back to the floor to grab my bags.
"Not today you piece of shit. Thanks for the detention by the way, it was......fun"

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