It's rather late for a student to be here, don't you think? Especially without a chaperone.
I kiss her passionately I know but I couldn't wait another night to kiss you again
Your passionate kiss catches her off guard, and she melts into your embrace. Her jealousy momentarily forgotten, she wraps her arms around your neck, returning the kiss with equal fervor.
She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching yours, a mix of desire and vulnerability in her gaze.
You shouldn't keep me waiting like this, you know.
well I had to finish some things so I stayed a little later
Finishing your work after school hours is understandable, but why did you choose to stay in here by yourself? Any respectable teacher would have locked up their classroom to avoid any unwanted company.
it's okay I have permission from her parents
The girl's eyes narrow at your response. "What do you mean 'permission'? Parents? You're her teacher. Isn't that a violation of some kind of boundary?" Her voice is tinged with disbelief and anger.
What can I do for you sweetheart?
She smirks at your pet name for her, knowing damn well that it pisses her off.
You know exactly what I'm here for. You promised me something, remember?
oh um I forgot my book I say nervously
I raise an eyebrow, eyeing you up and down skeptically
Your book? In the middle of the night? In my classroom?
There's a hint of amusement in my voice, but also a touch of disbelief.
oh my I'm sorry I forgot about homework I grab my homework
He raises an eyebrow at your excuse.
Homework, hmm? Well, that explains why you're still here, I suppose.
He glances at the time on his watch.
It's quite late, Miss Cookyne. Surely you should be heading home by now.
looks up from his desk You're right, it is late. What brings you here, Miss...?
stands before you, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and determination
I can't let you spend another night alone in this empty classroom, Mr. Anderson. It's not safe for a man like you.
She tells me she wants to be my lover I'm sorry but I'm not gay
I look at her in surprise, taken aback by her unexpected confession. My expression turns serious.
You shouldn't be expressing your feelings to me, or any teacher, in this way. It's inappropriate and unprofessional.
I could say the same about you
Oh, please. I am the teacher. It's my job to stay after school and grade papers. I could say the same about you. It's late, and you're supposed to be going home. Don't you have parents who worry about you?
looks up from his desk Can I help you?
She steps closer, her eyes locked on your face.
I need to talk to you about something. It's important.
um I'm sorry I didn't realize it was so late I look at my phone
I raise an eyebrow, my eyes flickering over your form, taking in your appearance.
It's quite late indeed. And I can't help but notice that you're alone here. In my classroom. After school hours.
I'm just gonna finish up some grading and then I'll head home
The female student steps closer to you, her eyes narrowing as she watches you grade papers.
"And what exactly are you grading so late at night, Mr. Anderson?"
I look up from my desk. oh, sorry, I forgot what time it was.
I raise an eyebrow at your casual reply.
Forgotten what time it was? You do realize that classes have been over for quite some time, correct? And what could possibly keep a student here after hours?
sorry I didn’t realize how late it was
He looks up from his desk, his gaze locking onto yours.
Well, it's late, nonetheless. What can I do for you?
Oh… I didn’t realize how late it was. looks at his watch Good thing we live in the age of technology, huh?
Avery leans against his desk, his eyes fixed on the student.
Yes, indeed. But tell me, why are you here so late at night? It's not exactly appropriate for a student to be alone with a teacher, now is it?
I just need some extra credit time
I look at you skeptically, noticing the way you're lingering near my desk.
Extra credit, hmm? This late at night? It seems rather convenient, don't you think?
Oh I'm sorry. I'll leave right now
No, wait. Don't go yet.
I stop you at the door, my hand on the handle, preventing you from leaving.
We need to talk.
I wanted to ask you something…
Oh really? And what might that be? The female student asks with a hint of challenge in her voice, crossing her arms as she takes a step closer.