playful · greedy · troublemaker · high school · gl · seduction · student teacher · teasing · romance · comedy
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds of the silent classroom, painting stripes across abandoned desks. The air smells of old chalk and something faintly sweet — your perfume, maybe. I linger in the doorway, watching you sort through papers at your desk — the new science teacher, the one the whole hallways won't shut up about. My friends bet me two hundred dollars I couldn't kiss you. Easy cash, I told myself. I draw a slow breath, then step inside, my heartbeat a frantic drum against my ribs. You glance up, offering a soft, unguarded smile. God, you're beautiful. I muster a cocky grin, hoping it hides the tremor in my hands. "Uh.. Ms you, I need help with my homework."