Mr. Bieber

He was stupid. He was cruel. He was a fucking jerk. Blackmailing me. It was one mistake! One stupid party!
But he's so sexy, so seductive, sooooo alluring... I just wanted to...No Sam Snap out of it. He's your teacher!

What would you do if Mr. Bieber seduced you?

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6. Cock Sucking Twit.

<Sam's POV> 

The weekend was horridly boring. Sadie had left early the next morning, apparently her mom hasn't agree'd and she snuck out. I couldn't sleep at all yet I was wide awake.  I turned my head to the alarm that read 4:39am. Guess I'm not getting any sleep tonight/morning. I'd had the feeling deep in my stomach that something was going to go horribly wrong I just didn't know when or what. I just knew it'd be bad...

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

"NOOO WHY I JUST FELL ASLEEP!" I rolled over and slammed the fuck out the snooze button.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

"UHG!" This time I threw the alarm at the wall. 
Before I could close my eyes and fall back Into a deep slumber I felt a body land on top of me. 
"Get up sleeping beauty or you're gonna be late! Beep! Beeep!" Chris screamed.
"GO AWAY FUCKING SHIT HEAD!" I screamed back. He got pissed at that. He hated when I cursed at him, or anyone honestly.
See my mother was extremely Christian, ever since her death my brother has quit cursing and quit many things just to honor her with. As did I. I prayed every night with him. That's why this whole fantasy with Mr. Bieber needed to stop, if my mother or my brother knew they would be heartbroken. It was wrong. 
"Get the fuck up now or I won't pay the Internet bill for a month." He snapped. I shot up the moment the words slipped his lips. Every teenager cannot function without Internet.
 No Internet means no wifi.
No wifi means no Netflix.
No Netflix means no life.
Okay... Maybe I exaggerated that just a tad... But if you're a teenager in this century you know the feeling.

I had done my usual morning. 
Pray.
Shower.
Hair.
Outfit. 

I had to cut my shower short and Chris had to disobey the speed limit just to get me into class before the late bell rang.

"You're cutting it close Ms. Halliwell." Mrs. Moore scolded as I dashed into first period. Idk why she was even worrying, we do nothin in this class to begin with. 

The rest of the morning passed quickly. I was relieved when the lunch bell finally came around, I was starving. I loaded my lunch tray with peaches, a chicken sandwich and an Arizona ice tea then took a seat with Sadie at our usual table. She told me about how amazing her phone call with the boys had been last night. Although I was a little suspicious because she had gotten grounded but before I could comment about it I noticed a brown pair of eyes starring my way. 
Mr. Bieber.
He seemed in a good mood, like he had just finished hearing a good joke. He gave me a crooked smile, laughed (well that's what it looked like from here) then got up and walked out the cafe.
Maybe I had done really good on my test? Or maybe he was looking at someone behind me. Who knew, I didn't care though. The last thing I needed on my mind was him, especially if it didn't include school.

The lunch bell finally rang for dismissal as Sadie and I dumped our trays and headed to class.

Before I knew it I was headed to Mr. Bieber's class. My social studies teacher had given me a detention slip for falling asleep in his class. How could I have helped it? I got no sleep and he was boring ass fuck. 
Mr. Bieber again looked at me and laughed as I walked and sat at my desk. I don't understand? Did I look funny today? 

"Okay" Mr. Bieber said as he sat down at his desk. "When I call your name come up to my desk to get your quiz we took last class."

"Jeff. Zayn. Tracy. Sadie. Austin." He called everyone then finally made it to me. "And Sam"
I walked up to him and grabbed my test from him. Wait... Was I reading this right?! An F?! Impossible! No! This can't be! I knew every answer on that test! I know this cant be right! Couldn't be happening! How can I get into NYU with an F?! I cant! Before I could even spill words out of my mouth I was interrupted. 

"If you have any questions on your test come and see me after class" he smiled at me.

Smiling?! How could he smile!? He just ruined my chances of getting into NYU!! 
"Call me Justin.. Sam" he winked

I couldn't breath. My jaw clenched and my fists balled as I walked back to my desk. Was this what this was all about?! Because I called him Mr. Bieber instead of Justin?! Oh fuck no this bastard was gonna hear from me. Fuckin cock sucking twit. My rage turned my sight bright red. 

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