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My Teacher & I Interlude 1 of 2

 My Teacher & I Interlude 1 of 2


I walked into English literature as usual and sat down at my desk, it was thankfully right at the back of the classroom so I didn't have to bother with the lessons as much. I so couldn't be bothered with this lesson, our teacher had been off ill for ages and we hadn't even completed the revision for our exam that was in three weeks. I took out my anthology as the other students filed in, they all looked as sick to death as I was. I began reading some poems before the class fell into its usual drowsy state, it was the end of the day and as it was winter it was getting dark early, and the Head teacher put the heating up so high you felt yourself nodding off.

My best friend, Katherine, sat two desks in front of me and threw a note at me which hit me square in the forehead making her laugh. I unfolded the crumpled piece of paper frowning at her, secretly very glad no one saw the paper hit me as I would have went red. It had scribbled across it in her writing this:

"Lottie!! The sexiest man alive will be coming into the classroom in at least 3 minutes time. Love K x"

I looked up at her and she winked then tapped her wrist watch. I looked around and none of the other girls seemed to be awaiting a gorgeous guy, so what the hell was Katherine going on about. I opened my desk and pulled out my note pad and gel pens, I thought why not doodle seeing as I have nothing else to do. I uncapped a gold glittery pen and began to drawing on my notepad and I looked up as the classroom door opened.

Two men stood in the doorway, shit head Mr. Grand Thorpe and a some one who had their back to the class, this must be him. He had a nice bum, and broad strong shoulders and muscular arms. I strained a little to get a better look but failed as everyone in front of me seemed to be doing the exact same thing, I sat back in my seat, disappointed.

They were muttering about something so I slid my things back into my desk and looked at Katherine who turned around and fanned herself with her anthology, fluttering her eyelashes playfully before turning back around to stare at the man. I wish I could see his face, go away Grand Thorpe you loser! Then he looked up, no not handsome backed man, but Grand Thorpe, straight at me.

"Why do you not have your anthology out?" he drawled, his voice was like oil, or gloomy ink running towards me at a sloth pace through the room, all of his words dragged out. I glared at him and felt my cheeks blush slightly as the other man turned around, he was breathtakingly gorgeous. Grand Thorpe entered from the doorway, his B.O filling the room making me want to wretch.

"Well seeing as we in fact haven't had a teacher for about...6 months then I'd like to announce I've learned it all by heart." Both men just stared at me and then the gorgeous man spoke.

"Well, it's a good thing that I am taking over, hopefully you'll have the same amount of dedication to the Lord of the Flies book which you'll be studying with me, we've delayed the mock exam you are having also so to give you all time to catch up as well, I do hope your pleased Miss -"

"She's called Charlotte. She has a wicked mouth on her so you're best to keep your eye on her."

"I think he meant your ears Sir, as using your eyes to listen to my wicked mouth wouldn't be very clever, would it Mr. Grand Thorpe? Also, I prefer being called Lottie." He glared at me and the apparent student teacher grinned, his green eyes staring at me twinkling.

"See what I mean? Lottie indeed! I best leave you to introduce your self, school finishes at 3.10 pm. Goodbye class." Mr. Grand Thorpe glared at me and left at the students mumbled goodbyes. I then returned my attention to the gorgeous student teacher.

He walked to his desk, all of the girls giving him an amazing amount of attention as he did this, and put his files in his desk drawer.

I couldn't take my eyes off him, he had a manly chiseled jaw with stubble which made him look even better, and his hair was slightly messy, as though he had just gotten out of bed, this made me think of... well lets not think about that, he's a teacher I reminded myself. His eyes were a gorgeous green color I was mesmerized by him to be honest. I was just staring at him, my mouth slightly open he must have noticed every female looking at him.

"Well class, I'm Mr...never mind that, I'm Steven, I prefer Steven to be honest. Today we're going to get to know each other instead of studying the boring stuff. So, um, let’s start with you."

He pointed at a flustered Katherine who began to giggle strangely. I snorted at this and so did the rest of the class, the gibbering fool.

Your name!

Oh, Katherine Smith.

"Lovely too meet you." he smiled at her and his flash of white teeth stopped every girl in the room. I wasn't able to tear my eyes away from him.

"And you?" he was going round the entire room, making all the girls turn to mush and all the boys try to turn on some macho persona to compete with him.

Then it came to me, my turn to introduce myself, although I didn't need to.

Lottie, hello again

Hello. I said smiling, trying to prevent my cheeks from turning into two red apples.

Now, it would seem I already know your name...hmmm, tell me something else about you?

I looked at him and all that went through my head was you're gorgeous and I can't believe I even have your attention! This amazingly sexy man was looking at me with a slightly raised eyebrow, the corners of his smooth lips curling into a cheeky smile, slight dimples appearing in his cheeks making me melt.

Well Lottie? I am your teacher and I demand you to take part in this exercise just like everyone else." Our eyes never tore away from each other, we were staring and the class noticed too.

Katherine spoke up.

Lottie fancies someone in the class, there's a fact for you Steven." she cooed, grinning at me and winking. I went red. Some of the girls giggled and Steven raised his hand to silence everyone.

Now, who is the boy? Or a girl! he said, a playful tone in his voice that only I seemed to have caught.

I opened my mouth to argue that I was not gay but Katherine spoke up again

Oh it’s someone who's a little bit out of reach for her-

Shut up. I said, Katherine couldn't possibly know that I fancied him, he'd only been in the room fifteen minutes.

Come on then Kathy, who do you think I fancy then?" I dared her, and she smiled and shrugged. I crossed my legs and pulled my pleated skirt into place, I noticed his green eyes trailing slowly up my bare legs and then catching my eye.

I don't know Lottie... you never said his name.

I felt relieved that she wasn't going to embarrass me further. Steven’s gaze was still on me and I could feel sweat gathering on my skin. Why was he so good looking? Why did he keep staring?

Oh well then, we'll keep that for another time. He winked and I gasped, why did he wink? Did he know I fancied him? I was suddenly thinking rude thoughts about him. What did his body look like under that shirt? And how I liked the way his brown eyes glimmered when they became amused or interested... and how he couldn't take them away from my legs or chest.

He's a teacher I reminded myself. But I wanted him all of sudden, not just finding someone attractive... but lusting after him.

I gulped as I watched him write on the board, his muscles flexing. He told the overly eager girls at the front to hand out the books, they all swooned but he didn't take any notice. We were a class of 18 year old girls acting like love sick 14 year olds every time he moved, or flexed a bicep. I even became jealous when he gave another girl student any attention, but he always made glances towards me.

We read the first chapter of the book, but I couldn't concentrate as he paced the classroom, brushing his hand on my shoulder as he passed, and even stopping to ask how I was doing, his breath on my neck making me shudder, the way I noticed him licking his lips as I read. I glanced at him, why was he doing that? Why was he making me focus on his lips?

Then the bell rang.


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