Teachers pet. {BDSM}

"I couldn't forget the way he looked at me. His eyes turned darker, and the look in them .. I can't describe it, but he sure as hell was hot."

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2. II - let the game begin

what's long, hard, and has come in it? cucumber. but i like the way you think.

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I stomped my way down the hall, before stopping in front of the door of my first class. Math with Mr. Johnson. I thought about what to say, and I got the perfect idea. I put on the biggest smile and swung the door open, making everyone look at me.
"Why are you late?" Mr. Johnson looked at me like I had just killed someone. Well I wish I had killed Mr. Rosewood.
"Someone told me to find Hell. I couldn't it at first - but here I am!" I winked at him, and sat down at the desk furthest away. The whole class was laughing, as Mr. Johnson was sending me a killer look.
"Let us return to page 66." My day started off as shit - but now Mr. Rosewood could come at me with all what he wants.

Math, English and art all went fast. I enjoyed art - I love to draw. I am looking forward to music, as I'm quite a music talent, thought I wasn't a fan of Mr. Rosewood for the time being - but right now; I am going to enjoy lunch, while sitting with my friends.
"Desti, I heard what you did in math!" My best friend, Mathias, was laughing while looking at me.
"Well what can you say - I am the sass queen." I stood up and bowed to my friends. They all started laughing, and people started looking. I quickly sat down again, giving a big smile to my friends.
"What about that detention you got?" My friend, Asta - she's from Denmark, hence the name -, looked at me with dreamy eyes.
"Oh please, that's going to be fun." I winked at her, and she started blushing.
"Mr. Rosewood sure is hot!" Katie said, and winked at me. My girls knew what I meant. The guys looked at us, as if we were stupid. Until Benedicte told them what we meant.
"I'm going to make a bet!" Christian said. That sounds interesting.
"And what might that be?" I asked.
"I'm betting that you can't get into bed with him." Christian and Christina said at the same time. They're twins, and look exactly like each other. They're so cute.
"Oooooh." went all of my friends.
"Damn.. Fine. What are we betting about?" Christian and Christina looked at each other, and shrugged.
"We will find out later." I nodded at them, and shook their hands.
"Late the games begin." I said and laughed.

I walked into music class and sat in the front, so I had a clear view of him and he had a clear view of me.
"My name is Jackson, but call me Mr. Rosewood." He walked into class, while he was talking and looked at all of us. When he looked at me, I winked at him and licked my lips. He looked away, cleared his throat and started talking again.
"Find the instrument you're best with, and let us see what we have to work with." I quickly found a guitar, and sat down in my seat again. I thought about spreading my legs to put on a little show, but I decided against it; I'm not a whore.
"Ms. Davidson; let us hear what you can." I nodded and looked down at the guitar. I started playing, "The Passenger - Let her go".
"Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you'll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you'll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies

But you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go

Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast

Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
Cause you loved her too much and you dived too deep."

When I was done singing, I looked up to see everyone gaping, before they started clapping and whistling. I sat the guitar down besides me, and looked at Mr. Rosewood.
"Surprised?" I asked, and winked at him. He shook his head, and told this boy that I do not know, to start doing what he was best at. It wasn't good, at all. I'm pretty sure we all went deaf.

Class was finally over, and I was beginning to walk out when Mr. Rosewood stopped me.
"You're good at singing, very good. But remember your detention, and do not be late." He said, and walked out of class. I smirked and thought to myself,
"Let the game begin."

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