Teacher's Pet

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: I’ll Be Your Guide

Akira's P.O.V

You know that feeling when you take cheat papers to an exam you haven't studied well for?

At first, everything is going just fine...until the Principal decides to make an appearance, and in spite of the fact that he is standing in the front of the class and about to catch you, you can't seem to drop the paper from your hand because you're frozen shitless. Well...that's exactly what I'm feeling right now as I stood there looking like a deer caught in the headlights, while Mr. Whitmore stands gaping at my diary.

"Oh, wow! I didn't know you were a fan of Miss.OG, Ms. Sanders." He said turning the pages and reading my oh-so-difficulty collected handiwork.

I sighed in relief. Good, the jerk hasn't figured it out yet. So I decided to play along. "Yes Sir. I'm a really big fan of hers. Well, you know hormonal teenagers, exam and college stress and all that..." I trailed off, laughing nervously.

He frowned, thinking. And I took the opportunity to grab a hold of my diary and make a run for it. I snatched the diary from his hands and turned tail.

But considering how my luck has been today, I had hardly taken two steps when a hand roughly grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me back.

"Did you really think I'm that stupid?" And there goes that annoying cocky smirk. "A little too young to be writing p*********y, aren't you?"

What the f**k? I was eighteen! An official, consenting adult!

"A little too old to be f*****g High school students, aren't you?" I shot back without thinking and only realized my mistake when his expressions darkened.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Ms. Sanders, after all, you're biggest secret is in my hand right now", he waved my diary in front of my face for emphasis. I gulped, my mouth suddenly getting dry.

Then without warning, he dragged me with him with my elbow and went inside a random empty classroom and slammed the door shut behind us. "Now we can discuss this in some peace and quiet. Don't you think so? Have a seat Miss.OG." The last word felt like a threat.

I didn't like the menace in his voice, so like the good little student that I am, I went and sat on a bench farthest from him. "How do you know it's me?" I tried to keep my voice neutral but the fear was clearly evident, judging by the widening of his smirk. God, if he doesn’t stop that smirk’s gonna be permanently plastered on that gorgeous face.

And that would be a disaster?

Don’t want to see such a fine example of the male species go to waste now, do we?

"Well, let me see..." he pretends to think while leaning back against the closed classroom door, snapping me out of my sarcastic conversation with my conscience. "Maybe it was your handwriting, since you are in my class, or was it the signature at the beginning of the page? Ah! I got it!" He pretend to be excited, "It was the fact that half the things in there have already been published!"

My mouth dropped open. "You're an OGasmer?!"

And if you people out there are wondering what the hell an OGasmer is, then let me tell you. It's what my fans call themselves. Just like how the 1D fans used to call themselves Directioners, mine are OGasmers. Get the drift?

"Don't call me that", he winced. "And don't get too happy either. I'm a fan, true, but that doesn't mean I won't take this to the Principal's office and let the school know about your little secret." That wiped the smirk right out of my face. When did he get that again?

“Oh yeah? And then what? I'm already eighteen, so it’s not like I’m doing something wrong. And since when is writing illegal?” I finally snapped. He may be hot jerk, but he’s messing with the wrong person here!

“Alright then,” he answered after some thought. “If that’s what you think, then you won’t mind if I tell everyone that we have a brand new talent in school. I’m sure everyone will be delighted to know that their favorite e*****a is none other than a student in their school. I’m sure you’ll get plenty of followers here. Especially people who’d want some personal experience from the author.”

I gulped. Oh hell no! I can’t let that happen. People won’t mind reading an e*****a but if they find out I’m the author…? Especially horny teenage boys from my school…I don’t even want to think about what could happen next. The thought itself made a chill run down my spine.

"What the Hell do you want then?" I snapped, beyond annoyed at the cocky bastard.

"Now, now. The louder you talk, the faster people know your true identity," He raised my diary in his hand and waved it in front of his face, like him holding the damn thing wasn't threat enough. God, that smirk! UGH!

"I'm not the only one here with secrets to hide, Mr. Whitmore." I pointed out, scowling. "You've done your fair share of sleeping around. Or did you forget that you're a teacher here? That could put you behind bars."

"Don't lecture me, dear," that endearment felt like a declaration of war. "You don't have any proof of what I did or did not do...with consent. You, however..." I've never hated my diary more.

"Then will you kindly tell me what the fu-," I caught myself and cleared my throat as he raised an eyebrow, my damn throat felt dryer than the Sahara desert. Then started speaking again. "What do you want then...Sir?"

"There! Much better. Why were you snooping around in the washroom?" he asked curiously. Completely disregarding my use of 'sir' as an insult.

I sighed, might as well get it all out. "I have a deadline in two weeks and I still haven't gotten any inspiration on the c****x scene. It's supposed to be a mind blowing s*x scene and I have drained out every brain cell trying to find one, but..."

"Ah!" He nodded, thinking and ran his hand through that gorgeous hair of his. Damn, am I obsessed!

"I got it!" I was startled out of my drooling session by him slamming his first down on a desk. When did he get there? " I'll be your guide."

"Excuse me?" I asked incredulously. Sexy-perverted-chemistry teacher says what?

"Well, since you're a virgin-"

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW THAT?!" I yelled, not being able to control my shocked fury.

"Oh, come on! Any girl your age would be thrilled with the idea of being famous in school. They would love the attention and lovers the fame brings, but instead, you shrink back into your chair like it’s the worst possible outcome. And I’ve seen enough to tell a virgin when I see one. And I’ve seen plenty of you." He said smugly.

"Stalker much?" I glared at him. But he skirted around that topic entirely.

"As I was saying, since you're a virgin, you haven't experienced anything that you write about. It prevents you from going into depth of the scenes. So I'll be your guide and teach you how things are really done. In a way I’ll be helping you built a brighter future!" I wanted to scratch that annoyingly sexy smirk off his face. Who does he think he is, Bill Gates?

"And why would I give you my virginity?" I raised an eyebrow. Damn, what had I just gotten myself into!

He raised my diary again. "Right! As if that's enough to sacrifice my virtue." I glared.

"It's not. But think about what's going to happen when people find out who you are. They may read p*********y affectionately, but the affection they'll showering you with, will be very different." Damn it! He had a very valid point. If this gets out, my life will be ruined. That's the reason why pornographers use pen names. To protect their identity. And in my case, a known enemy is better than an unknown friend.

I huffed, but didn't reply. But the lack provided him the answer he needed.

"Well then, student, things are about to get really crazy", he said coming closer. Did my cat just scratch me back?

No kidding.