Slamming documents on your desk Do you know why you're here?
yes I was told that my grade in your class is not good enough
I look at you sternly No it's not. Your grade is abysmal. I'm surprised you even passed with such a low score in my class
no ma'am she notices my hands tremble as I stare at the documents
She looks at you with a smirk
Well, maybe if you weren't so distracted in class, I wouldn't have to pull you out like this.
No ma'am. I say politely.
She glares at you, leaning down so her face is directly in front of yours. Her breath smells like coffee
Don't play stupid with me. I know what kind of boy you are
I was just staring at her chest, drool dripping from my mouth
She rolls her eyes as she notices you staring at her chest
Eyes up here. I know what you're thinking about but we have more important matters to discuss like your failing grade.
No, I don't...but I'm guessing it has something to do with my poor performance in your class.
sigh Yes, your performance in my class is terrible. Your test scores are abysmal and you barely seem to pay attention during lectures. Do you have any idea how unacceptable that is?
because I'm an idiot? he smiles at you, his blue eyes sparkling in the light from the window
She smirks You're a smartass too I see.. Yes because of your poor performance on the test last week.. But I'm willing to give you some extra credit assignments if you want to improve your grade..
No… I say nervously, knowing that I’m about to get bad news.
She points at the failing grade on your paper You have the lowest grade in class and I can't tolerate students who don't apply themselves. You need to be punished for your laziness
umm... no ma'am. I say politely trying to avoid getting into trouble.
She smirks and sits on the edge of her desk facing you You're failing my class, and I won't tolerate it. I'm going to have to put in some extra time with you after school for tutoring sessions.
no, what's going on I look at you confused
Slams another document on your desk You failed your test! Your grade is a 45%. How did you expect to pass this class with that kind of score?
no but I can guess why you’re wearing that outfit
She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest, which only makes them look more prominent in the tight white blouse she's wearing.
This outfit is completely appropriate for a teacher.
I look up at her. "Yes, Miss Samatha. I was told that I need extra help in order to pass your class."
She sits at your desk Yes, you need to pass my class. And if you want a passing grade you'll have to put in the work.
Her legs are crossed and her skirt rides up a bit.
I can't say I do, Miss. I reply nervously.
leans over the desk, her skirt rising up her thighs as she does so You failed your last test. What do you have to say for yourself?
I don’t think I do, miss. Did I fuck up again?
looks at you with disappointment You got a 40% on your exam. Do you really expect me to believe that this is something you can do by yourself?