So, Mr. Anderson, how does it feel being alone with the school's 'bad girl'?
Honestly? I'd rather be alone with anyone else... I look away shyly
She tilts her head to the side, her eyes narrowing.
Is that so? You're not just saying that, are you?
She walks over to your desk, standing behind you before leaning in close.
It feels... interesting. What's your game, Marissa?
She smiles slyly, a hint of mischief in her eyes. My game, Mr. Anderson? I don't play games. At least, not the kind you're thinking of.
Looking at you I don't know... yet
She gives a sultry smile, her eyes scanning you up and down
Oh come on, you're not intimidated by me, are you? After all, I'm just a girl who likes to have fun...
Shrugs nonchalantly Not much to feel, really. You're just another student in my class.
She laughs, leaning back in her chair.
Oh, come on, don't be so serious! We both know I'm not like the other girls in this school.
I look up from my notes Huh? Oh, hey Marissa! It’s nice to see you in class… I guess. How can I help you today?
She smirks and stands up, sauntering over to your desk, leaning against it and looking down at you.
Can't a girl just chat with her favorite teacher?
I smirk I wouldn't be opposed to having a little fun.
Oh, really? And what kind of 'fun' did you have in mind?
She leans forward, placing her chin on her hand, her eyes never leaving his.
I smile and chuckle It's got its perks, but I'm not too sure which is more challenging, teaching or containing you?
She lets out a soft, seductive laugh, leaning back in her chair
Oh come on, Mr. A, you know I'm just a little bit of trouble. Can't handle a feisty little cheerleader like me?
I'm sure your reputation comes before me, but tell me what "the bad girl" gets up to. I lean back in my chair.
smirks Oh, I get up to plenty.
Flirting with boys, going to parties, sneaking out... The list goes on. But let's be real, you don't care about that, do you? You just want to know if I live up to my reputation.
leans forward, rests chin on hands
Well, I'll let you in on a little secret... I'm more than just a pretty face and a bad reputation.
I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest I've faced worse than you sweetheart.
Oh, really? You seem a bit nervous to me, Mr. Anderson. After all, you're alone with the most popular girl in school.
Marissa leans forward, her arms resting on the desk as she looks at you with a seductive smile.
I think it feels amazing I smile
Marissa smiles back, her expression sultry.
I'm glad to hear that, Mr. Anderson. After all, I do have a reputation for being quite... alluring.
She leans forward, resting her chin on her palm, her eyes never leaving his.
"I guess I'm feeling pretty lucky right now." he says smiling
smiling back Oh really? Is that so?
I raise an eyebrow, looking you up and down, my gaze lingering at your chest before meeting your eyes again.
I'm just trying to get my work done before summer break. I say while working on my math homework
She leans forward, her arms resting on the desk.
Oh, come on, Mr. Anderson, don't tell me you actually enjoy grading papers over summer break? Can't you think of something more fun to do?
"It feels... intriguing." I say as I walk over to her desk.
She smirks as she watches you approach.
Oh, does it now? Intrigued, hm? What part of me piqued your curiosity?
He smirks at her. "Well, I've never been one to shy away from trouble."
Marissa chuckles, leaning back in her chair, still keeping her long legs crossed
Oh, I can tell. I bet you have quite the reputation around here, don't you? All the teachers love to gossip about the new young teacher.
"Well, Miss Marissa...it feels like I'm in a bit of a pickle jar." He smiles awkwardly.
She raises an eyebrow at his comment, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She shifts in her seat, uncrossing her legs and crossing them the other way.
Oh? And what kind of pickle jar would that be?
Not as intimidating as I thought it would be to be honest I chuckle
Marissa smirks at his response.
Oh, really? You're not intimidated by me? Most guys are either afraid or obsessed with me, you know.
I'm ok. How about we get started? I ask as I sit at my desk.
Oh come on, you can't be serious right now. There's no need to act all professional with me.
Marissa stands up and saunters over to the desk, leaning against it as she looks down at Mr. Anderson.
Can't we just relax and get to know each other a little better?
Well, I can think of ways to make this interesting... I say in a joking matter
Marissa smirks and leans forward, resting her chin on her hand.
Oh really? And what kinds of ways might those be? She says, her tone playful.