Teacher's Pet

“you're the reason why i get up every morning. just kidding, i have school.” ** It could have been an idyllic day with the sun shining its bright, warm golden glows in through the cracks of the messy blinds. She could have rolled out of bed well-rested and ready for the first day of school in her senior year. Alas, that wasn't how today was supposed to go. Luna got woken up by the loud blaring of her alarm which immediately pulled her out of the wonderful dream she had been having. As much as she had been looking forward to starting her senior year, she absolutely hated getting woken up by that god awful alarm clock, at an un-godly hour, just so she could spend 7 hours at school. She threw her blanket on the ground with a heavy sigh before sitting up in her bed and stretched her whole body. She scanned her bedroom, just making sure that there wasn't some intruder waiting to kill her, before her eyes landed on the alarm clock beside her bed where it had been sitting through all of her school years. 6:15 AM. Un-godly hour. Her whole body shivered as she set her feet on the ground. It was cold even though it was August. She made her way over to her desk that had her clothes laid out on top of it, when her foot got caught in the blanket thrown on the ground, which resulted in her almost landing flat on her face. She tried kicking the blanket away from her in anger that her foot had been caught in it, but it barely moved an inch, just annoying her even further. Deciding to ignore the infuriating blanket on the ground, she grabbed her uniform from the desk. The girls had to wear a grey and red stripped skirt along with a basic white shirt which was topped off with a boring grey blazer. The idea with uniforms was a great idea, but Luna hated them. Of course, no one would be bullied for what they wore, but could they not have made the uniforms just a tad bit cooler? Now, Luna was incredibly proud of her body, and she absolutely loved showing it off to everyone that look, so she always got her uniform in a size too small which meant that it would show off her butt and breasts just the right way. The teachers used to always send her to the office for breaking the dress code, but as time went on, they gave up on trying to get her to put on a bigger size. She had always been known for being quite stubborn, another thing she was proud of. She quickly put on the boring uniform and threw the blazer in her bag. She had never used it anyway – it would cover up too much of her, she couldn't have anything hiding her body. Her hazel brown hair shinned in the sunlight that came through the cracks in her blinds. You could call it pretty basic if you wanted to, but that didn't mean it wasn't as beautiful as she was. She divided her hair so she could make the top part into a cute bow while the rest of the hair sculpted her face. She wasn't the greatest at making make-up actually look good, so she kept it simple. Filling in her eyebrows so they would pop a bit more and a few swipes of mascara to make her eyes stand out more. Her emerald, green eyes could tell you stories that she didn't even need words to tell. They couldn't keep a secret and would always let you in on what feelings that were flowing through her body. Eyes, the windows to the soul. After making sure that everything looked great and that she had packed everything, she made her way down to the kitchen where the first sight that hit her, was her stepmom dancing around while she was cooking and, to be completely honest – it smelled amazing. “Hey step, what's for breakfast today?” Luna threw her school bag on the floor, sat down on a chair and swung her legs up on the chair beside her. Her stepmother was quick to hit her legs with a spatula and scowled at her stepdaughter. “Luna Rosemarie! You know those legs are not supposed to be on the table,” her stepmother scolded before continuing in a lighter voice, “make yourself useful and set the table. Three plates and glasses. We are having pancakes, seeing as it is the first day of school.” She turned around to flip another pancake onto the mountain of pancakes that she had already made. Luna put her feet on the ground with a heavy thump, earning her a look from the older woman, and got up to set the table. She grabbed plates from the cabinet, boring white plates, and some blue glasses that added color to the table. She grabbed milk from the fridge as well as the syrup bottle that they had standing on top of the fridge. As soon as she had put the syrup on the table, she let herself fall back down on the chair she had been sitting on earlier and swung her legs up on the same chair. Her stepmother was quick to send her a look that told her to get her feet back down on the ground. Luna rolled her eyes but put her feet back down on the ground. One of these days she would change her stepmother's mind and let her have her feet on the chair. Her dad found her stepmother, Amalia, about a year after that her mother had died. Her mom had been the love of his life and she was sure that he would never love anyone the same way that he had loved her, but she saw the way he looked at her stepmother; it was pure love. She really was happy that he had found someone new, to find love again. It had taken him a great while to get over his wife's death, it had resulted in a lot of anger that he had taken out on his daughter. So, she could say, without lying, that her stepmother might have saved her life. “Alright kid, breakfast is done,” Amalia came over with the pancake mountain just as Jacob – her dad – came walking down the stairs and pulled Luna out of her thoughts. He sat down beside Amalia, wrapped an arm around her and gave her a kiss. Luna pretended to be gagging while her dad just laughed and poked his tongue out at her. They had always been quite busy in the morning with the 2 adults having to go to work and Luna having school, so they were used to barely talking as they ate. The talking was saved for dinner in the evening. She gave both of them a kiss on the cheek and rushed out to her car after she had rinsed off her place, not wanting to be late for her first day of school. First day of school, she had to make a great impression. “Luna Rosemarie Davidson,” She had made her way into the office where the woman on the other side of the desk – she had no idea what her name was, so she had come to the conclusion, that she was new – was quick to hand her, her schedule and off she was. She knew most of the teachers that she saw on her schedule, seeing as she was a senior, but one of the names stood out to her; Mr. Rosewood. Fifth class, music. Who the hell was Mr. Rosewood? And more importantly; was he hot? There was a serious lack of hot teachers at the school. Mostly old teachers who lost the spark of teaching years ago, so they were mostly just moody people that the students tried to avoid. She absolutely loved it when they got new teachers, they were the easiest to manipulate and the best to play pranks on. “I happen to be Mr. Rosewood. Who might you be, Ms?” Luna spun around quicker than a windmill in a storm when she heard a voice from behind her. Her eyes quickly fell on the absurdly hot man in front of her, his hair was slicked back without looking too greasy with a few pieces of hair falling in front of his forehead. She was a tad bit embarrassed that she had said out loud, that she hoped he was hot, but it also happened to be the truth, so who really cared? If a nose could have an o****m, hers would be having twelve right at that spot. His perfume was just that good. Everyone has that one teacher that they fantasized about, Mr. Rosewood would totally be Luna's – and she decided right there, if he hadn't been her teacher, she would totally do him. “You are definitely hot, no joke there. Hi, I am Ms. Davidson.” A bored look remained on her face even though she found it quite embarrassing to see all the other students looking at them. She looked down at her nails and fiddled a bit with them, trying to pretend that she didn't care one bit about what was happening. “Well, Ms. Davidson. You can tell your parents that you are stuck in detention with the hot new teacher for the first week of school.” The embarrassment that she had felt earlier instantly drained from her body and was replaced by anger instead. She didn't hear the bell ringing nor did she see all the students fleeing into the classrooms. She could only imagine that if anyone looked at her right then, they would be able to see steam coming out from her ears. “Excuse me, but why the hell are you giving me detention? For a whole week nonetheless?” She had said he was hot, twice for that matter; it's a compliment, he should be happy! If she had liked him at any point before all of this happened, she had taken it back – she hated him. “Your skirt and shirt are way too small; you are also late for class on the first day of school. I will see you later in detention, Ms. Davidson.” He made a sharp turn on his heel and continued down the corridor. Anger boiled in her veins as she watched him walk away from her and one thing remained clear in her mind; she would not be good friends with this teacher. She was ready to make his school year a living hell.