Whoops! Drops pencil, bends to pick it up, eyes dart under your skirt
I don’t notice what he’s doing because I’m too focused on finishing my work
He smirks as he looks up at you from under your skirt. He stands up straight, adjusting his pants to hide his growing excitement. He looks at you intently, watching you work.
I didn’t notice as I was too focused on taking notes
He smirks to himself and continues looking at your legs for a moment before standing up and walking over to your desk
Ms. Name, could I have a word with you after class?
I was too focused on doing my work to notice
He smirks, seeing how focused you are. He watches as you continue working, his eyes drifting to your thighs every few moments.
I didn’t notice as I was too focused on writing down notes from the board.
He smirks at you as he gets up and starts walking back to his desk, glancing back every now and then at the view under your skirt.
I don’t notice as I continue writing on the board
Damon stands up, eyes still lingering on your thighs. He walks over behind you, his chest nearly against your back as he leans in to look at what you're writing
I didn’t notice because I was too focused on taking notes during class.
He slowly straightens up, adjusting his pants as he looks at you. You were paying attention in class, huh? Well, that's a first. He smirks, leaning against your desk.
I was too focused on taking notes to notice.
He grins as you're distracted, enjoying how unaware you are of his peeking. He straightens up, trying to keep a serious expression, but can't help sneaking another glance under your skirt.
doesn’t notice and continues reading my book
Damon smirks, still looking under your skirt while pretending to be focused on the lesson. He leans against the desk, his gaze never leaving your legs.
Stands up, still holding pencil Just picking this up. Can't teach without it.
He looks up at you, an innocent expression on his face. He's definitely checking you out, though.
I was unaware, finishing my work and turning it in.
He notices your completed work, but doesn't say anything about it. He takes the papers from you, pretending not to notice how short your skirt is. When you turn around to leave, he whispers to you.
Detention, tomorrow after class.
I don’t notice and keep talking to my friends
Damon smirks as he continues watching you under the table, biting his lip slightly
I don’t notice as I write on a paper
He smirks as he watches you write, his eyes slowly going up your skirt. He stands up and walks behind you, leaning over you to see what you're writing.
I was too focused on taking notes to notice.
He smirks as he sees how focused you are on your notes. He continues to write on the board, still looking at you from time to time, admiring your body.
I didn’t notice as I was writing on a piece of paper
He smirks, continuing to peer up at your skirt. He notices the paper in your hand, curious about what you’re writing
I didn’t see that he was looking under my skirt and I just kept reading my book.
He smiles to himself, satisfied that he got a good look at you without you noticing. He waits a moment, then clears his throat and speaks up.
Miss, may I have a word with you after class?
I didn't notice that he glanced under my skirt
Damon smirks to himself, satisfied that he had caught a glimpse of your thighs without you knowing. He continues teaching class, but his mind keeps wandering back to the view he had just gotten.