EPISODE 5 HOW TO GET HIM
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TIME: 8:00AM, WEDNESDAY.
CALIFORNIA: SAN FRANCISCO, HOWELL HIGH SCHOOL.
EMORY’S POV
The class was noisy, with everyone busy doing something. I noticed Gabriel, the school nerd, staring at me. I glared at him, and he looked away. "Easy, baby doll," Rachael said. "He should mind his business," I replied.
Jane, the school talkative, burst into the class. "The hot teacher is coming!" she announced. Some girls started adjusting their clothes and applying lip gloss. Brianne took it more seriously, as if she was going to devour Mr. Austin.
"Bitches," I muttered.
Riana laughed.
Soon enough, Mr. Austin walked in. "Good morning, sir," we all stood up and greeted.
"Morning," he replied, his eyes scanning the room. "Hey, cover your cleavage," he said, pointing towards Brianne.
"But, sir..." Brianne tried speaking.
"No buts," Mr. Austin interrupted.
"Serves her right," I muttered.
Mr. Austin wrote the topic for the day on the board: "Word Register."
"Word register is the systematic..." he started teaching.
He might be hot, but I was known for listening attentively in class. That's why my grades are always on top.
"This is the end of our class," Mr. Austin said and left with his textbook.
"Time to activate plans," I said to the girls and rushed after Mr. Austin.
Immediately, he entered his office; I followed suit.
"Do you want something?" he asked as he sat down.
"No, sir," I replied.
He gave me a weird look as I sat down without his permission.
"Are you free?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied calmly.
"Emory," I said, and he gave me an inquisitive look.
"My name is Emory," I said again.
"Oh, nice name," he said.
"You think so?" I responded sharply.
"Yes," he said.
"You look quite young to be a teacher," I said.
"I am older than you, Emory. My school is on break; that's why I'm here. Once the break is over, I'll be gone."
"Ouch, that's bad," I said, faking being hurt while touching my chest.
"So, you're leaving anytime soon?" I asked.
"Yes," he responded.
"Can I have your number, Austin?" I asked.
"For what?" he asked.
"You don't want me coming to your office to bug you every day, hence arising the students' suspicion," I said.
He gave me a disbelieving look and muttered, "Fine."
I took an empty note from his table and gave it to him, and he wrote down his number.
"I promise you won't regret knowing me, Austin," I said, calling his first name again, and stood up, leaving his office.
Mr. Austin scoffed and stared at me as I left.
AUSTIN’S POV
"Can I have your number, Austin?" she asked, addressing me by my first name again.
"For what?" I asked.
"You don't want me coming to your office to bug you every day, hence arising the students' suspicion," Emory spoke up slowly.
I gave her a disbelieving look and muttered, "Fine."
I watched her as she took an empty note from my table and gave it to me. I couldn't help but notice her lips, which she pouted cutely. Immediately, I looked away and wrote down my number.
"I promise you won't regret knowing me, Austin," she said, calling my first name again, and stood up to leave.
For the first time, I took a proper look at her. She wore a bodycon gown that hugged her skin, showcasing her perfect curves and well-molded ass. Her breasts were normal-sized, not too big and not too small. I must commend; they still stood firm and pointed.
I stared at her as she left my office, studying her perfect figure. I won't deny, she's beautiful. More beautiful than Anna? my subconscious asked.
"My girl is perfect," I responded sharply.
I noticed that Emory's eyes were distant and dark, despite being brown, and I wondered what drove her defiance.
"Focus, Austin," I scolded myself. "You shouldn't be thinking about a student."
EMORY’S POV
I walked into class with a spring in my step, thrilled to have Austin's number. The memory of his amusing expression when I asked for it still made me chuckle.
Riana turned to me, curious. "How did it go?"
"Perfect," I replied with a grin. "I got his number."
THE CARSON’S MANSION.
RACHEAL’POV
They were all already home, but Rachael's parents had not returned from their business trip. So, she was alone in the big mansion with just the servants. Rachael was sitting at the dining table, having dinner, when her phone chimed. She picked it up to see that she had received a message from Riana.
"Emory is acting weird," Riana texted.
"I know, right?" Rachael responded.
"She's whipped over that teacher," Riana texted.
"My problem exactly," Rachael texted back. "He's a teacher and older than her. Before Emory was born, that guy was already able to wear his own clothes, crush on girls, and so on."
"What if she falls in love with him?" Riana texted.
"I don't think it's possible," Rachael texted back. "She wants to add him to her list of dumped guys. And I feel like Mr. Austin has a girlfriend; I mean, he's hot, so he shouldn't be single."
"I just want Emory to be happy," Riana texted. "You know the scars her father left in her heart."
"She deserves to be loved," Rachael texted back.
As Riana continued typing her response, Rachael stood up and called for the maid to come and clear the table. Then she headed to her room.
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