Mr. Chemistry

15 • I Said I'd Teach You

Mae Asha • October 26, 2018

Is it bad that I'm actually really anxious to get to detention? I can barely hear what my history teacher is saying.

Wait a damn minute.

Have you lost your mind, Asha?

Mr. Park is my teacher. He's supposed to teach me things -- chemistry things, not other irrelevant things that a teacher should not even be discussing with a student.

In between my thoughts, the teacher, Ms. Henani, tapped my desk.

"Ms. Mae?" Ms. Henani called my name.

"Hmm?" I looked up at her.

Ms. Henani tilted her head. "You were daydreaming...again," she said. "Detention."

I lowered my eyebrows. "I already have detention," I said.

"With who?" Ms. Henani questioned.

"Mr. Park," I responded.

Ms. Henani nodded as the bell rang. I stood up and started to put my backpack on. I turned and prepared to leave, but, of course, I was unable to.

"Hold on a minute, Ms. Mae," Ms. Henani told me. "Let's go talk to Mr. Park together."

I squinted as I turned to face the tall woman. She's probably in her late twenties to early thirties, and she is very pretty.

I sighed. "Whatever," I mumbled.

Ms. Henani and I walked down the hall, to Mr. Park's room. The door is shut, so Ms. Henani knocked on it.

Several seconds passed, then Jimin opened the door. He immediately took his attention to Ms. Henani.

"Yes, Ms. Henani?" Jimin answered.

"I was going to give Ms. Mae detention, but she says that she already has detention with you," Ms. Henani said, raising an eyebrow.

Jimin glanced to me for a moment. "Yes, she does," he said. He looked at Ms. Henani. "What did she do?"

"Not paying attention in class," Ms. Henani said, tilting her head. "Major attitude."

Bitch, what?

I scoffed as I crossed my arms. "I heard everything you said, Ms. Henani, which was hardly anything, because you're a shitty teacher," I snapped as I looked at her.

Ms. Henani looked at me for a moment, shock is all across her face. I can feel Jimin's eyes burning holes through me.

"I could have you expelled for that comment, Mae Asha," Ms. Henani quietly said.

"If that's supposed to scare me, it doesn't," I rolled my eyes, looking away from her.

"That won't be necessary, Ms. Henani," Jimin spoke up. "Asha, go on inside, I'll be right in."

I looked at Jimin for a moment as he stepped out into the hall.

Oh, God, he seems mad.

I walked into the classroom, then Jimin closed the door. I walked to my seat and sat down.

Several minutes passed, and I finally heard the door open and close, then the lock clicked.

"You know, Ms. Mae, you have a very sharp tongue when you're pissed off," Jimin said from behind me.

"I didn't even do anything," I said, not looking back at him. "She was being a d**k for no reason."

I hear Jimin's footsteps getting closer and closer. He quietly laughed. "I'm almost entirely sure that you provoked her," Jimin said. He walked by me. "Come here," he told me as he stopped behind his desk.

"Why?" I asked, clearly playing dumb.

"I said I'd teach you," Jimin said.

My cheeks heated up. "I-I-I-," I stuttered for words. "T-Teach me, what?"

Jimin smirked as he tilted his head. "Are you scared, Asha?" he asked. "Because you certainly seem to be."

I swallowed hard as I blankly stared him. "What are you teaching me, Mr. Park?" I quietly asked.

"Come find out," Jimin said.

I squinted. "I think I'll pass," I said, looking away from him.

"Wimp," Jimin quietly said.

"I'm not a wimp," I responded. "You're a wimp, wimp."

Jimin sat in his chair behind his desk. His eyebrows lifted as he looked at his desk. "Says the one who's too afraid to move," he said.

What's the worst he could do?

I stood up, which caught Jimin's attention instantly. He rose an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair.

I found myself giggling, for literally no reason at all. "Stop looking at me," I said as I continued to laugh.

"Is something funny, Asha?" Jimin questioned.

I shook my head. "No, no," I replied. "It's just that you're my teacher," I smiled. "Aren't teachers supposed to be smart?"

"Are you implying that I'm not smart, Ms. Mae?" Jimin asked me. He picked at his bottom lip as he stared at me.

I slowly approached his desk. "Well, Mr. Park, you're flirting with one of your students," I pointed out, walking around his desk. "You, clearly, don't care about your job, or your life, for that matter," I said. I stopped directly in front of him. "What do you get out of this?" I questioned.

I lifted myself onto his desk. I locked my hands together on my lap as my feet dangled over the side.

Jimin's tongue ran over his bottom lip. He simply stared at me for several seconds, like he's thinking about what to say.

After a little more waiting, a small smile appeared on his face. "Well, Ms. Mae," he started to say as he stood up. He cleared his throat. "I saw you before I knew that you were my student," he stepped closer to me, so he's standing between my legs. "I knew I wanted you, and nothing, Asha, nothing, will stop me from getting what I want," Jimin told me.

Oh, wow.

He moved hair out of my face as his other hand rested on my thigh. I can feel the warmth from his hand through my thin fishnets.

"Understood?" Jimin gently rose an eyebrow.

His words made my heart beat incredibly fast.

Too fast.

I can hardly hear over my heartbeat. I can't even speak, so I forced a nod.

"Good girl," Jimin smirked.

As I stared at him, I could literally feel myself turning into a tomato.

A big, fat, confused, horny tomato, who has a very delicious cheeseburger in her sights.

Wait, did I just mentally call him a cheeseburger?

I nervously smiled. "So, what is it you're gonna teach me?" I quietly asked.

Jimin's hand slipped from my hair, and fell to my other thigh. "Everything," Jimin smirked. "What would you like to learn first, Asha?"

I glanced to his chest as I felt myself getting even redder, if that's possible. Before I could speak, though, the bell rang.

That was quick.

As I tried to get down, Jimin pressed his hands against my thighs, keeping me there.

"We are anything but done here," he quietly said.

I looked at him. "W-Well, you know, the bell rang, and-," I started to say, but I was rudely interrupted.

Instead of letting me speak any further, Jimin's hand slowly slipped up to my bare neck, to the back of my neck, where he gently took a handful of my hair and tilted my head back.

Before I could ask what he was doing, it was already happening.

My teacher is kissing me.

He's literally f*****g my mouth with his tongue.

I found myself kissing back as my fingers ran through his soft red hair.

Jimin's free hand tightly gripped my side as I tightened my legs around his waist.

And that's when the dreadful knock came from the door, which caused Jimin to break the kiss.

His hands stayed in place, but he looked at the door behind me. I took long, deep breaths as I kept my hands on his neck.

I stared at his saliva covered lips, mesmerized by them as his tongue ran over them.

Someone knocked on the door again, which snapped me from my gaze.

I removed my legs from around him, and I let my hands fall. Jimin took a step back and let me drop down.

I immediately walked to my desk as Jimin walked to the door. I acted as if I was packing up my things.

"Good evening, Mr. Park," a male said.

I looked at the door as I slipped my backpack on. It's one of the other teachers, Mr. Wells.

He's the brother to the principal, Principal Wells.

"I just came to remind you that we have a meeting in twenty minutes," Mr. Wells said.

I walked to the door. "Excuse me, Mr. Wells," I said. Mr. Wells moved out of my way. I looked at Jimin. "I'll see you Monday, Mr. Park," I quietly said.

"See you Monday, Ms. Mae," Jimin replied as he glanced to me.

And with that, I left.

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11/28/18