I Will Obey Mr Nicolas ~ Teacher/Student BDSM~

"He's not who he seems to be!"

I gave her a weird look, "Uh seems to me that he's an English teacher. Okay maybe he has a weird obsession of some sorts."

She rubbed her forehead in annoyance, "Dammit, Savannah are you really that dumb? He only needs one thing to open the door to his so called obsession."

"What's that?"

"Your signature to be his submissive."

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Tap tap tap

I tap my finger on the school's receptionists desk waiting impatiently for her to get my schedule ready for my first day of Junior year at Private Waters High school, such a stupid name in my opinion.

"Okay Miss Brooke here is your schedule," She handed me a few papers as I noticed her scanning my outfit, "Did your parents not tell you we have a dress code?"

"No my mother is in Brazil with her Brazilian boyfriend and my father is 6 feet underground so if you expect me to know anything I suggest you have my phone number," I replied writing my phone number down on the front paper I was holding then ripping a piece of it off for her to put into the computer.

Her eyes widen at my response, "Uh, yes okay." She grabbed the little piece of paper with my number on it, "I'll get this into the system right away but please change." She handed me a black skirt with a white dress shirt.

A boy came in, he caught my attention with his green hair, eyebrow piercing and he wore eyeliner I must say he does pull it off. I scan his outfit he wore black slacks with Converse and a white dress shirt.

"This is John, John this is Savannah." The receptionist introduces us, "He'll be helping you out. John, please take her to the bathroom to change."

He gave a swift nod as he walked out I followed him.

"What did you do to land the position of helping noobs?" I asked as we walked down the hallway, everyone was still in class.

I doubt he willingly volunteered.

"I spray painted the side of the school." He said stopping at the girls' bathroom while pulling up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

I giggled as he raised his pierced eyebrow, "You think that's funny?"

"Yes, seems like someone is a little badass." I placed my hand on the door.

"More rebel than you Vannie." He broke out into a grin.

"Aw nicknames already?" I winked at him going inside changing quickly into the school uniform. I shoved my clothes into my backpack leaving the bathroom.

John was leaning up against the wall.

"You stuck around? Damn, what did I do to owe such a pleasure." I smirked at him as his eyes traveled to my legs.

"Honestly I just wanted to see you in that skirt and I'm happy with the outcome."

We busted out laughing, "Ah Johnny boy I think we're gonna be good friends."

I could tell right away that John and I could flirt without it being serious, this will be fun.

He nodded, "I agree too and trust me hardly anyone wants to be my friend." He said grabbing my schedule from my hand, "You have some of these classes with me, Ethan and Evan. C'mon lets go smoke before lunch starts." He handed me back my schedule while we headed outside.

We sat on the bench as he lit up a cigarette, "Where did you come from?" John asked to make conversation.

"I've lived around here for a few years. I use to go to Cream-Ally High school for a few years." I laugh to myself, "Who the hell comes up with these names for these high schools?" I changed the subject.

My sophomore year at Cream-Ally High school I got kicked out because of the stupid shit I've done over the few years just for a guy. I got sent off but got kicked out there too. My mom forced me here, another discipline school which seems pretty lenient to me.

He laughs, "You're telling me. Seriously though I'm surprised to see that you stuck around, some girls ask for someone else by now."

"I think you're a pretty cool dude." I smiled at him gathering the fact they make him do this a lot.

BRIIIINNNGGG

He tosses his cigarette on the ground stomping it out, "Grub time."

I didn't realize how hungry I was till my stomach growled.

We hurried inside wanting to be the first ones in line. Lunch was pizza.

John and I got our meals taking a table in the far back corner.

"Are Ethan and Evan twins?" I asked taking a bite of my pizza, I noticed how their names are similar.

"Yeah, Ethan is the trouble maker and Evan is the nerd." John pointed at two identical, skinny, blonde haired boys that just walked in the cafeteria, "That's them. I'm the only one that can tell them apart."

I notice one of the boys was holding his hand that had a welt on it.

After the twins got their food they took a seat at the table not even noticing me. The one with the welt on his hand was mad.

"Guess what that fucking egghead Mr Nicolas did to me!" He showed John his hand. I glanced at it, "He fucking hit my hand hard with his famous yardstick

"Well, you was back talking." The other twin chirped in.

I assumed that was Evan and the one with the welt is Ethan.

"Who the fuck is this?" Ethan finally noticed me and Evan looked at me too.

"This is Savannah, she's new. Call her Vannie." John told them.

"Ethan." One twin spoke with a welt hand.

"Evan. May I see your schedule?" The other twin asked.

I dug into my bag finding the paper handing it over to Evan.

"Does that mean Mr Ferguson is out today?" John asked Ethan.

Ethan rolled his eyes, "Nah man he's taking a nap under his desk letting Mr Nicolas hit people with a yard stick; yes you fucking idiot." Ethan replied sarcastically rubbing his temple.

John put up his hand in defense, "Chill out man maybe he wants to be your daddy." John busted out laughing as Ethan threw a pepperoni at him; John missed it by an inch.

"Well, Miss Vannie I hope you have fun next period." Evan spoke in a 'feel sorry for you tone.'

I caught on to his tone, "Why? What is it?"

He handed back my schedule, "You have Mr Nicolas next."

"You know they want that fucker to replace Ferguson! It's an outrage." Ethan angrily mumbled chewing on his pizza.

After lunch, Evan offered to walk with me to class since he had a free period.

"I'm surprised you and John are getting along very well." He said breaking the silence as other students around us rush off to class.

I glanced at him as we walked upstairs, "Why?"

"John has the tendency to scare people away maybe you stolen his heart." Evan winked laughing.

I playfully rolled my eyes, "Whatever."

"Here we are, a little word of advice if you want to avoid sitting in the front I suggest you leave the cafeteria earlier. Good luck." Evan left.

I took a deep breath piling in with the rest of the students. The only seat available was the whole front row. I took a seat in front of the teacher's desk earning a few looks my way maybe it's because I'm new or maybe I'm the only one sitting in the front row like I have a death wish.

The door slammed closed after the tardy bell rang, I looked at who came in, I felt my heart stop beating when his green eyes met my blue ones.

He rubbed his chisel jaw as his thick eyebrows pulled together in confusion, "Who are you?" His voice boomed making me nervous, my palms started sweating.

How could a teacher be this good looking?

"I'm S-Savannah Brooke, sir." I stuttered out of nervousness.

"I'm Mr Nicolas." He turned to the board writing on it.

"Okay there's your assignment if you don't finish by the end of class it's an automatic detention." He said sternly picking up a yard stick that laid on his desk.

"Ever heard of homework." I blurted out suddenly regretting it.

I heard voices behind me.

"Oh shit, she's getting the stick."

"She's in for it now."

"She's dead meat yo."

"Excuse me?" He hisses slamming the yardstick hard on my desk.

I jumped, "N-nothing s-sir."

Shut up Savannah, SHUT UP, I repeated in my head.

"Detention today after school with me!" His voice boomed.

I weakly nodded.

"Get started on your assignments, now!" He demanded.

I quickly brought out my notebook getting started on my work but I could feel a set of eyes on me. I glance up as Mr Nicolas quickly look away.

I'm officially with Ethan I hate him.

     

 

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