Behind The Classroom Doors: Claimed By My Teacher.

Maya’s POV "Heyyy, Maya Papaya!" The voice hit my eardrums like nails on a chalkboard. I stopped dragging my bags through the dorm hallway and turned with my best ‘who the f**k are you?’ face. Some chick with big glasses and a crooked ponytail was smiling like she just won the lottery. "Your mum told me you were coming! Welcome to Bethel Academy!" I tilted my head, squinted, and snapped, "Did you just call me Papaya? Like the fruit?" Her smile froze. "I just thought..." "Don’t. It’s Maya. Just Maya. Drop the fruit salad shit." I rolled my eyes and brushed past her. Embarrassed, she stuttered, "Oh… okay, Maya. Um, I’ll walk you to our room?" I didn’t even answer, just nodded once. Mom had told me about this cousin, Leah or whatever. That was her business, not mine. We walked down the hall and entered the room, and my God… this room screamed nerd. The walls were covered with cheesy motivational posters: “Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you’ll land among the stars.” Spare me. A calendar neatly marked with study schedules, a desk lined with color-coded pens, and a bookshelf stacked with textbooks alphabetically. I swear I could smell the virginity in here. I dropped my bags on the bed and stared. "You decorated this… vibe?" Leah beamed. "Yes! Do you like it?" I hissed, flopping on the bed. "No." Her face fell, but she quickly brightened again. "Well, maybe you’ll get used to it! Oh, I brought you something." She disappeared into the tiny kitchen corner and came back with a plate. "Pizza! I made it myself." I raised a brow. "You… made pizza?" "Yes! It took me hours.." "No thanks," I cut her off, folding my arms. Her face dropped. "But..." I snatched the plate, took a bite, chewed slowly. "Fine. Not horrible." Her eyes lit up like she just got her first kiss. "So," I said with my mouth full, "what’s this school about? Spill." Leah perked up instantly. "Oh! Bethel Academy is amazing. The professors are strict but fair. We have lots of extracurriculars...music club, debate, chess, even a volunteer program. And the library..." I groaned. "God, you sound like a brochure." She laughed nervously. "Okay, real talk," I leaned forward. "What’s your body count?" Her smile froze. "My… my what?" "Your body count. How many d***s have been in you?" Her cheeks turned red. "I...I don’t… I’ve never...what?" I widened my eyes, then waved her off. "Forget it. Virgin vibes confirmed." I got up and went into my side of the room, face-timed my boyfriend, and waited for his dumb face to appear. "Hey baby," he grinned. I frowned. His voice already made me want to punch a wall. Don’t ask me why I was dating him. Even I didn’t know. "Send me a d**k pic," I demanded. He blinked. "I’m with my friend..." Click. I ended the call before he finished. See? That’s why he disgusts me. Weak. "Is that your boyfriend?" a voice piped up behind me. I turned. Leah again. "Yeah. Problem?" She shook her head quickly. "No, just asking." I narrowed my eyes, then smirked. "Your brother still at this school?" Her brows shot up. "Yes… why?" "What dorm number?" "Oh, I called him! He’s on his way." I smiled. Finally, something interesting. I strutted to the bathroom, stripped down, and caught my reflection. "Ouu, girl, those ass," I sang, slapping my cheeks before turning on the shower. This was my third transfer school. New place, new people, same me. And I promised myself this time: I’d take classes seriously… but my body count? Oh, that was getting promoted. I laughed and walked out naked. Leah squealed and covered her eyes. "Damn, chill. You into girls or what?" Her voice was muffled. "Not really!" "Not really? That’s not a good answer, sweetheart." I smirked, rolling my eyes. Nerdy-ass b***h. "When’s your brother coming?" I asked, grabbing a bubble gum and popping it in my mouth. "Soon." "Blood brother or nah?" She hesitated. "He’s adopted." "So not blood," I said slowly, grinning. "Well… he was born and..." "Didn’t ask for his life story." I blew a bubble and popped it. The bell rang. Leah jumped up. "That’s him!" "Sit down. I’ll get it," I ordered. I opened the door and leaned against the frame, letting my eyes run over him. Dennis. Tall, broad shoulders, messy dark hair. Not bad at all. "Damn, you got big," I smirked. He chuckled. "And you got bold." I leaned in closer. "Sexy bold?" "Hot bold," he corrected, stepping inside. Leah rushed over. "Dennis! Don’t leave me out, okay?" I fake-smiled at her, then turned back to him. "So, what’s up? How’s school treating you?" We sat down, the three of us, and started gisting. Leah asked him about his classes, professors, and upcoming projects. Blah blah blah. I interrupted every two minutes with sarcastic comments. "So Professor Ward is still here?" Dennis asked. "Who’s that?" I asked, pretending to be clueless. Leah’s eyes lit up. "He’s the best math professor. Strict but really good at teaching." "Strict and boring," I muttered. Dennis smirked. "Strict until you test him." "Hmm," I hummed, watching him. After a while, Leah stood to get drinks. I leaned over, whispering, "She talks too much, doesn’t she?" Dennis chuckled. "She’s harmless." "Harmless and annoying." Leah came back, chattering about something, but I wasn’t listening. My eyes were on Dennis. Finally, I stood up. "Hey, Leah, can you give us some privacy?" Her jaw dropped. "You’re kicking me out?" "Yes. You’re smart, you’ll figure it out." She blinked, then forced a laugh. "Wow. Okay… bye then." The door shut behind her. Silence. I turned slowly to Dennis. "So. You’re not blood, right?" He smirked. "Right." I licked my lips, stepping closer. "Good. ’Cause I like the way you’re looking at me." His eyes darkened. "And how’s that?" "Like you already know what I’m about to ask you." I pushed him down on the bed, climbing onto his lap. "Be the first to welcome me properly to Bethel, Dennis."