Bad Boys of Redwood Academy

Chapter 3

f**k.

Fuck.I looked down at the bulge in my pants, hoping to hide it underneath the desk, then up at Sakura, who bounced on her toes in front of me. She played with the hem of her skirt and teetered back and forth.

“I, um, wanted to apologize,” she whispered, gnawing on the inside of her cheek. “I should’ve been paying attention, and I wasn’t. I was just, um”—her gaze fell to my hand on the desk, eyes averted—“just a bit distracted—that’s all.”

The way she f*****g stood in front of me, playing with her short skirt and glancing at me through her lashes …

I closed my eyes and inconspicuously pressed my hand to the front of my pants underneath the desk, desperate to stroke one out.

“And what were you distracted by?”

Sakura snapped her eyes up to me, cheeks burning even redder. “Wh-what?”

“What were you distracted by?”

She pulled her knees together and swallowed hard. “Um … just some things.”

“At home?”

“N-no, s-sir.”

“Sakura,” I said, breathing unsteadily through my nose, trying to control myself but slowly losing. “Don’t call me that.”

“S-sorry, Mr. Avery,” she said quickly, fiddling with her fingers. “I was just distracted by …” She glanced around the room, her eyes on everything but me, and then she furrowed her brow. “By Gunther.”

Gunther?

Gunther?Gunther?!

Gunther?!Why the f**k is she distracted by him? What did he say to her? What did he do? Is it blackmail? Is he f*****g her? Fingering her? Touching her in my classroom, outside the classroom?

Why the f**k is she distracted by him? What did he say to her? What did he do? Is it blackmail? Is he f*****g her? Fingering her? Touching her in my classroom, outside the classroom?I needed to find the f**k out.

“Sorry,” she said, turning around to head back to her seat. “It won’t happen again.”

No s**t, it wouldn’t happen again. I’d make sure of it.

When she returned to her seat, Sakura ran her slim fingers over one of her braids and silently read a couple of pages of the chapters I’d assigned for today’s class. Under the table, she kicked her legs back and forth, her skirt riding another inch up her pale thighs.

I didn’t know whether to stare at her bare legs or glare at the fuckup sitting next to her.

Fuck September 21. I hated today.

Fuck September 21.Fifteen minutes later, after I forced myself to keep busy with grading papers, I looked up from my desk and caught her staring at me again. Cheeks growing red, she glanced back down at her book and gently rubbed her thighs together, like she had been doing all throughout class.

I turned back to the papers scattered across my desk, my d**k twitching inside my suit pants and growing harder by the second. She had been giving me that look all week, then grinding her legs together like I didn’t notice.

She was driving me f*****g insane.

And I tried. I tried to keep myself together, tried to push the thoughts of her away.

But I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. I hadn’t been able to get those big brown eyes out of my f*****g head. They had haunted me every night this week while I tried to relax, to sleep in bed, when my hand was wrapped around my c**k.

When the bell rang through the class, students jumped up from their seats and hurriedly packed up their belongings. I leaned back in my chair and snapped my computer closed, ready to get out of this stuffy classroom for a few moments to breathe.

Or maybe to the restroom first to take care of the problem in my pants.

After grabbing my phone, I stood and glanced over at Sakura, still in her seat and packing her books into her backpack. Gunther Zurn lingered behind the other students, his gaze fastened on Sakura’s braids and his skateboard hanging by his side.

“I didn’t know it was your birthday,” Gunther said to her.

Sakura blushed. “Oh, um, yeah …”

“Happy birthday.”

She gulped and tucked some loose hair behind her ear. “Uh, thank you.”

I clenched my jaw and drew my tongue across the back of my teeth. Gunther was f*****g talking to her again, tearing her attention away from me. Gunther was distracting her, in my classroom, in front of me.

me.He didn’t know that Sakura Sato was mine. All mine.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to take my mind off them both.

Georgina: Room 457.

Georgina: Room 457.Georgina: I’ll be waiting. ;)

Georgina: I’ll be waiting. ;)Fury boiled inside me. I gritted my teeth and snatched a pink slip of paper from inside my desk drawer, unable to think of anything else. My life was s**t. My wife was cheating on me. I wanted Sakura Sato all to myself.

Georgina had made me into a monster that I never wanted to become, a monster who’d give his best student detention and violate all his principles as a teacher at Redwood just so he could have more of her attention.

As the rest of the her classmates hurried out of class, Sakura stood by her desk and deposited her books into her backpack. I stared at her profile, at the hair that had fallen out of her braid and into her face, at those full lips I had imagined fastened around my c**k so many times.

“Sakura.”

She glanced over at me, her cheeks rounding. “Mr. Avery, I wanted to—”

Before she could say another word and make me regret this, I shoved the detention slip into her hand and drew my tongue across my teeth. “I will see you after school today for detention, Miss Sato.”

A plethora of emotions crossed her face until she furrowed her brow. “Wh-what?”

I picked up my messenger bag and walked out of my classroom toward the teachers’ room before I could stop myself. I didn’t care what it took or how much money I’d have to spend to keep teachers and students quiet. Today, Sakura Sato would be mine.