Teacher's Pet

IV - try me

“in public, you are his princess. in private, you are his dirty little girl.”

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Do you know that feeling when you give someone your number and you wait for them to text you, and then you started fearing that they never will because they still haven't texted you but then the person finally texts you and you're just so happy, almost feeling like you're flying on a pink cloud?

Yeah, Luna didn't know that feeling either. She had been been waiting for him to text her since she got home, and her nerves had literally been killing her. It had been five hours and at last she gave up on waiting so she decided to get ready for bed. She knew already that she was not going to get any sleep; she would be overthinking about why he hadn't texted her yet.

She should never have given him her number. It had been stupid anyway, a teacher texting their student? Lawsuit waiting to happen. She regretted it.

Why the hell would she even do it? She probably just got caught up in the moment and she had loved the adrenalin from it, but the nerves that came afterwards? She hated those. He wasn't even her boyfriend, or a fling, why would she be worrying so much? He was just a teacher. It wasn't even allowed; he could get fired or get sent to prison.

She sprung to her feet as she heard the familiar ding sound from her phone, indicating that someone had texted her. She grabbed her phone from her desk and looked at the text. It was him! She flung herself onto her bad, most likely looking like some 13-year-old girl from a chick-flick, totally in love, and looked at the text.

'Hi'.

Hi? She had waited five hours for him to text and she got a f*****g hi? Oh, hell to the no honey. She was not playing that game.

'Hi.'

There. Goodnight. She wasn't going to play his game. She was the one who gets to say when, where and what game they were going to play. Her phone started beeping again, a long sigh leaving her lips as she looked at the phone. Is her even worth it? She rolled her eyes before picking it up, she wanted to win that bet.

'Quite a stunt you pulled in detention.'

She couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her lips while she shook her head with a big smile on her lips. If he thinks that was quite the stunt, he would be surprised at what was to come.

'I would bet you liked it.'

A sudden wave of shyness washed over her like waves in the ocean. She had never really been the type to play with guys like this, especially not with her teacher – not that she had ever been like this with a teacher before.

She plugged her phone into its charger and laid it on her bedside table with a sigh, she could do this. It was just a bet anyway, it meant nothing, and it had to stay like that.

Grabbing the clothes, she had laid out on her bed, she walked into her bathroom and changed into it. Some cute grey night shorts with a blue top that she would usually sleep it, nothing to special about it.

As she was brushing her teeth she heard a ding from her phone, she rolled her eyes and spit the toothpaste out in the sink. He could wait a little longer for an answer, after all she had waited hours.

Yet when she went back into the bedroom, she decided to ignore the message, and jump into bed. She pulled the covers up over her head and tried slipping into dreamland, though he did have her curious and she really wanted to look at the message, but she valued her beauty sleep a bit more.

She groaned and set up in her bed, annoyed at the fact that her phone was beeping and vibrating like a crazy. She looked at her clock and got even more annoyed at the fact that it was 3 am, who the f**k would be spamming her phone with texts at this time?

She grabbed her phone with anger from the bedside table and huffed angrily when she saw whose fault it was for waking her up at this un-godly hour.

'You are right. I did like it.'

'You can't just ignore me, little girl.'

Both texts were from him, along with other texts reminding her that it wasn't nice to ignore someone. She flung her phone down on her table, rolled over on her side and tried to fall asleep again but she just couldn't.

She wasn't allowed to ignore him, but he could ignore her. How does that make sense? In what world does he have the right to ignore her, when she couldn't? She was not going to play that game.

Her alarm woke her up at the usual time, 6:30 am, and since she's barely a morning person normally, she sure as heck was not in a good mood after being woken up at 3 am.

She hit her alarm to shut it off, threw the covers away from her body and stomped into her bathroom. Quickly turning the water on in her shower, she stripped off her clothes and went into the shower. She sighed happily as the warm water embraced her body, the anger washed away with the water down the drain.

She washed her hair with shampoo and balsam that smelled like summer and strawberries. Her body get washed with a soap that had a faint scent of vanilla to not overpower the lovely smell of her shampoo and balsam.

Wrapping her body in a warm towel, she blow dried her hair so it wouldn't make the back of her uniform wet and uncomfortable. She put on some jewelry, a long necklace with a dolphin on it with some matching rings and applied the usual makeup.

Her brown hair was slightly curly, a thing that she had always like about it, as she put it into a high ponytail and swung it around a couple of times – admit it; we all do it. Letting her fingers run through her hair, she admired herself in the mirror. She had always been pretty happy about her looks; her brown hair complimented her green eyes so beautifully.

Amalia and her dad weren’t home this morning, she had no idea where Amalia was, but her dad had to wake up early to get into work, so she was all alone which she didn't mind at all.

So, she grabbed an apple and sat down at the table, it was 7 am so she had a bit of time to look over some of her homework. She might not be that interested in her classes, but she didn't wish to fail any of them, she needed them if she wanted to get into college.

“We'll start off with everyone singing this song,” Mr. Rosewood kept his eyes focused on Luna while she tried to ignore him with everything she had in her. She was not in the mood for him.

He handed her the paper with the song lyrics on, an electric shock went through her fingers and traveled up her arm through her whole body, when he touched them. He had actually just shocked her, what. Her eyes flashed up to his, wanting to see if he had felt it too, but he had already moved on.

'Mindy Gledhill – California.'

That was such a good song! He did have a great taste in music, she had to give him that. Good to know that he didn't suck at everything.

They all started singing while some started playing along on their instruments. Luna had taken the guitar, yet she was neither playing nor singing along, her eyes locked onto Mr. Rosewoods. She wanted to see just how much she would be able to push him.

He glared at her which didn't help her already bad mood but, in this case, she knew it was her own fault. She leaned back in the char, crossing her arms over her chest and glared back at him. And that was how music class went; them glaring at each other.

“Ms. Davidson, please stay back.” She groaned when she heard him say her name. She turned around on her heel and stomped up to his desk where he sat behind with a sour look on his face.

He walked down to close the door and came straight up back to the desk again. He stood behind her, his arms laid heavily on her shoulders which prevented her from turning around to glare at him.

“How dare you ignore me, little girl.” He had bent down and snarled the words into her ear. A shiver went through her body, and she had to bite her lip. She shrugged his arms off her shoulders before spinning around to look up at him. She did not like being called 'little girl', she's 18 – how little can she be?

“What are you going to do about it?” She snickered with a smirk on her face. She could easily see the anger in his eyes, they darkened with every word that left her lips. She almost – almost – gulped, but she wasn't going to let him have the pleasure of that.

“You wouldn't be able to handle it,” he shot back at her causing her to laugh out loud. He was quick to glare at her, maybe in a hope to make her shut up though he wasn't that lucky.

“Try me.” She said cockily and before she knew of it, he had pushed her down on his table, and her ass was right in front of his face. She had no idea what he was going to do but her whole body told her she wouldn't like it.

Before she could even finish her though, his hand came crashing down on her ass. She gasped loudly, immediately trying to wiggle out of his grasp. Her body had been right – she did indeed not like it.

“You're not so sassy now, huh?” He replied back with a mocking tone as his hand continued to strike her butt and it didn't take long for it to start hurting quite a lot. But just as quickly as it had started, it ended. He removed his hand from her back and helped her stand up.

“We're never ever doing that again,” she mumbled in embarrassment while she rubbed her butt. He laughed at her while he shook his head but still pulled her into a hug to comfort her.

“Try me.”