1. Homework and Hook-Ups


    Date: 11/16/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: CherryRedGirl, Source: LushStories

    For being hungover, I looked pretty good. I vaguely remembered last night. A few girlfriends and I went barhopping to celebrate getting my teaching job, and I guess I hooked up with someone. From the pictures Alison showed me, he was pretty hot. A little young looking, probably a frat boy. I checked my lipstick once more in my car mirror. "Is this colour too much? Do I look professional?" I thought. I opened the door and got out of the car before I could think about it anymore. I wore a flowy light blue blouse and a black mid-length pencil skirt (I definitely wasn't going to be the teacher who always wears pant suits). My hair was in a simple low bun at the nape of my neck. Classy beige kitten heels topped off the look. I looked polished and put together, exactly what I wanted my peers to think about me. I smiled warmly at the other teachers and nodded politely; they smiled back. They seemed to be pretty accepting around here. Hopefully the students were the same way. The students filed into my classroom, some looking tired and reluctant to start another school year, others beaming and chatting with their friends. As they all took their seats, I introduced myself. "Hello, class! I'm Miss Lane. You probably already know that this is my first year teaching at this school, and I'm excited to get to know you all and teach you all about world literature." I continued with my little speech and we discussed our opinions about reading and our favourite books. This was an Honors ...
    class, so most of the students said they enjoyed reading and were happy to take part in the discussion. One student, however, sat quietly in his seat, intently staring at me. He somehow looked familiar to me. He had messy dirty blonde hair and almond-shaped hazel eyes. His jaw was defined and dotted with stubble, not the weird, patchy, teenage boy stubble, more like sexy, manly 5 o'clock shadow. I sensed an air of maturity to him. I also sensed he wasn't exactly paying attention to the discussion. His eyes were roaming up and down my body and I noticed him fidgeting a little, if you know what I mean. At the end of class, the bell rang and the students gathered their things and filed out the door. I began clearing the board and preparing for my next class, when I felt someone standing behind me and a hand on my waist. I turned around quickly, startled; my heart was beating fast. It was the boy who was staring at me. His eyes widened a little, as if I were the one who surprised him . "Oh, Miss Lane. I just wanted to say I enjoyed the lesson today. My name is Nick." "Glad you liked it, Nick," I said uncomfortably. He was staring again. One corner of his mouth turned up in a cute, crooked smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Lane," he gave one last glance at me, slung his backpack over his shoulder and left the room. Creepy much? I thought. I couldn't shake the feeling I knew him somehow. The rest of the school day flew by, but nothing interesting happened. As soon as I got home, I ...
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