TEACHER'S SLUTTY CHEERLEADER 9

Another day of school, another eight hours of zoning out and trying to keep a certain DILF out of her thoughts.

“Fucking moron,” she cursed under her breath, hurriedly putting away her things into her bag.

Why was she so… down bad over someone who’d probably gotten over her existence? He didn’t seem to care much for her, or the numerous existential thoughts than ran through her head.

Even now that his class was over, she was all to aware of his presence qnd that alone, made the back of her neck burn.

“Miss Orion.”

She froze, a chill running down her spine instantly. Vincent’s voice was crisp and detached as always.

“Stay back.”

Her heart seemed to stutter at his order. She swallowed, turning to send him a nod before facing her belongings again.

Lily sent her another quizzical look, followed by one of remorse. She barely had the strength to think or send any form of reassuring reaction.

Seconds after the last person had trickled out of the hall, Vincent shifted.

“Miss Danielle.”

She hated the way her heart stuttered again and the way her knees had gone weak at the sound of his honeyed voice.

Letting out a breath, she turned to face him. “Yes, sir?”

He studied her quietly for some second. “You’ve been distracted lately, and it’s become something I can’t ignore anymore.”

“Distracted?” She stiffened. “I don’t- I promise I haven’t been distracted, Mr. Crane.”

He didn’t look convinced. “Except you are. Don’t think I missed the few classes you skipped. You’ve been slipping, Miss Orion, and as your teacher, it’s not something I can’t turn a blind eye to.”

“So…”

“Perhaps a week in detention would serve you some good,” His voice remained clear, leaving no room for dispute. “Might help with your… lack of focus.”

“Detention?” Danielle’s face went red instantly. “I don’t need detention. I’ll- I’ll make up for the work I missed. Assignments, projects and everything. So, if you—”

“It’s not about the work.”

His words seemed to hang heavy in the air. She knew exactly what he meant by that. Thundering fear mixed with the thrill that ran up her chest.

Every logical sense would point towards leaving. But her feet wouldn’t move a single step.

Without a word, Vincent turned and walked into the empty classroom. The door was slightly open, the implication being all too clear to Danielle.

Don’t think of going.

Sadly, her brain had a way of throwing away all sense of reasoning. Quietly, she followed, shutting the door behind her.

The first thing she thought to do was sit on a desk, the closest one to the front of the class where Vincent would no doubt be able to see her properly.

He stood before her; arms crossed with an expressionless face. “You better have a good explanation behind it.”

“Behind what?”

“Your drop in focus,” he continued, “The reason you’ve been skipping class and of course, your missed assignments. Unless you are hell bent on failing my class, I suggest you get to explaining.”

Danielle let out a breath, frustration slowly rising. “I already said I’d make up for the work. Isn’t that enough?”

Vincent’s eyes narrowed. “Oh?”

She tried to flinch back but he’d already leaned forward before she could. His tone took an even darker edge.

“You think because you’re pretty that rules will bend for you?”

“I know what this is.” Danielle scoffed.

Vincent raised an eyebrow. “And what is it?”

“This,” Her fists slowly clenched. “Is just some half-assed excuse at lecturing me. You’re just looking for an opportunity. Been trying to do so since our last conversation, haven’t you?”

For some seconds, he remained silent. Then with the grace of a snake, he stepped closer. A bit too close for Danielle’s comfort.

“Maybe, but you don’t exactly make it easy to forget you, do you?”

She stiffened, her pulse racing faster than she could control. Something in the air had shifted, and she was all too aware of it.

Vincent took a couple more steps, until he was behind her. Then he leaned down, placing a worksheet on her desk. Another chill ran down her spine as his breath brushed against her ear.

“W-what’s this?” It was hard keeping the shakiness out of her voice.

He didn’t reply immediately, simply placing a pen close to hand. The deliberate slowness, and the way his hand brushed over hers made her stomach flutter.

“What—”

The words died on her tongue as soon as their eyes met. He held her gaze for a couple more seconds before tapping the worksheet.

“An apology essay,” He tapped on the paper again. “For disrespect and rudeness.”

She stared in disbelief. “I never even—”

“Now.”

Something about his tone left no room for further discourse, and she knew better than to test his patience.

Danielle wasn’t sure if she was pissed or turned on. She’d gotten a sizable chunk of words out but one thing that unnerved her was the silence.

Vincent had been quiet, carefully watching her all through and that only made her more nervous than ever.

Each word she scribbled down felt like a confession she wasn’t sure she was guilty of. Why was it so hot in the room anyway? She wasn’t sure she was breathing correctly anymore.

Worse, she could still feel how close he was behind her. He’d been hunched over her ever since, the warmth from his body radiating over her. Each time he moved, she swore she could feel him touch her.

Thirty torturous minutes later, she finally held out her paper. “I’m done.”

Vincent let out a small hum, taking the paper from her. The small brush of their fingers sent another spark through her body.

She expected him to turn away, but instead, he fixed a hard look on her.

“Still can’t look me in the eye, huh?”

Danielle bit her lip. “L- like hell I can’t.”

“Oh?” His voice had dropped again.

She thought of something else to say. “I can-”

He grabbed her chin before she could finish, tilting it up a little. Fuck, his eyes were pretty. Did it matter that he was being aggravating as fuck? No. All she wanted to do was lean further into his touch.

For a moment, she didn’t think she was breathing anymore. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, eyes holding a certain glint of desire.

Would he kiss her? No. Would she let him kiss her? The thought alone seemed to set every coherent one in her brain ablaze.

He pulled away.

“You may go now, Miss Orion.”

The look of desire was gone now, replaced with quiet composure as he fixed his gaze on her paper.

Danielle remained frozen, heart thundering in her chest. He hadn’t actually touched her and yet the lack of release seemed to drive her crazy.

He turned to look at her. “Well?”

She cleared her throat, almost knocking over her chair as she stood up. He managed to catch it before it felt, their hands nearly brushing against each other again.

Was this some weird fucking coincidence or was the universe just out to get her?

He said nothing else as she hurried out of the class but she could feel his gaze burning into her back.

“Fucking…ugh!” She mentally cursed, hurrying down the stairs that lead to their school entrance.

Why did he always make her feel so powerless? Just one word and her knees would grow weak. She hated it. Hated how little things he did had so much effect on her.

And yet, a greedy part of her wanted more.

She’d seen it. Seen the look of hunger in his eyes. He’d wanted her. That much, she was sure of.

Detention was pretty much over. But Danielle knew she’d already failed the real lesson.

Woefully.