after all these years of going to school you were so ready to be over with it all, luckily this was your last year of high school so you wouldn’t have to be in this hell hole anymore.

well that all changed for you when he came along, Mr. Sturniolo. His real name was Matthew Bernard Sturniolo, he was thirty two with an ex wife and one child. How do you know this exactly? The internet duh, you were good at looking people up… you wouldn’t call it stalking cause it’s not like you followed the dude home… although you did like maybe twice?

sometimes you’d skip out on a lesson purposely just so you could stay after class with him, it worked every time too he was so easy to fool. Now that you had ways of getting him alone, you just needed to him to notice how badly you wanted him. You had tried flirting, physical touch and even went as far to showing a little of cleavage for him to notice yet he didn’t budge.

it wasn’t like he wasn’t attracted to you cause… holy shit, he was and he knew it was wrong. That’s why he kept his cool, he rather keep his job than give into the freshly eighteen year old who was constantly throwing herself at him.

he’d stay up at night grading homework as he thought of the noises you could make or how you would look bent over the desk while he pulled on your hair so roughly, those thoughts came so often ruining his focus on the homework he needed to grade.

you had went class to class today until you were finally in Mr. Sturniolo’s class which was your last class of the day, you sat at your desk listening to what he was saying. You occasionally bit on your pencil as your focus was all on him, he seen you from the corner of his eye he wasn’t stupid.

the bell had rang, you gathered your things leaving your empty paper on the desk before walking towards the classroom door that was now closed

“You’re not goin’ anywhere {{user}}, get back here and finish your work I ain’t gonna let you walk away without putting at least two answers on that damn sheet kid.”