Having someone hate you is bad enough.
But its even worse when the person who hates you, actually loves you so much they don't admit it the right way. Then things get a little bit akward.
My name is Lora Campbell. Im 17 years old, and i have a major dislike for my Study Hall teacher. Mr. Johnson.
He hated me from day one in this god forsaken building we call 'school' and he will forever hate me until i push my way out of this god forsaken building. Or until I die.
And the worse part of all? He is absolutely most unbelievably the most sexiest male specimen to ever been seen by the lord himself. And I love it when he gets angry at me. Weird huh? yeah i know, but you have been in this postion before right? Maybe? well you might someday.
6th Period Study Hall.
"Hey Lora, come sit with us!" my friend Lisa yelled from the back of the room. she had short spiked white hair, pink highlights, long sparkly earrings, a nose piercing, and baby blue eyes. she was one of those girls who always got A+'s, but could beat the shit out of you if you ticked her off. she was sitting with Mike, her boyfriend, a tall brown haired man, with the same features of Lisa, except no pink highlights or nose piercing. and two other of our group of friends named Holly and Hannah. Yep, twins. I stalked my way to them smiling my best fake smile. "Wee...i have been waiting for this class since i woke up at 5:30!" i said sarcastically waving my hands like i was happy. Lisa socked me one in my arm as I sat near her. "really Lora we know you like "Him" she whispered. I knew they all could see the pink that now flushed across my cheeks. "No i do not! He hates me....i hate him" i said trailing off reaching into my trapper. i took out my homework for Math and stared at it. I really was hating Mrs. Kaufman for giving me homework just because i said she probably selled drugs to gangsters and strippers for her second job. i mean...take a joke will ya?
Lisa and the others were on the commuters while i stared at the white paper. i saw the numbers but couldn't make out the problem. i almost choked when i glanced to see Mr. Johnson looking up at me threw his black sleek glasses. i immediately looked back down at my paper feeling the hair on the back of my neck stick up. "what the hell..." i muttered taking a deep breath. why was he looking at me for? For hell i was not doing anything wrong. or at least i think im not..
he would probably find an excuse for me one way or another. But i would always be wet by the time he was in my face whispering "why can't you be a good student?" ...why Mr. Johnson...its because im a very naughty girl..."Why arnt you doing your work?"....well you see i was too busy looking at the little bulge that is showing threw your slacks. god i was already seeping threw my panties and i crossed my legs. "fuck it all.." i mumbled, so much for the new underwear being clean. *Ring Ring* oh yeah. class os over. wait..over? i stared back to my unfinished work. "shit shit shit!" i hissed. Lisa and the gang already were out the door, Mike laughing as he watched me struggle with my things. just with my luck, my elbow plowed into the desk and scattered my things on the floor once again. i bent down to hurridly pick them up. i held my breath as i watched him bend down to help me. when we got them all neatly back into their places in my trapper. i got up and thanked him. "Why didn't you do any work in class again Miss Campbell? i thought I told you this daydreaming..has...got...to..stop" he made sure his words were clear and i looked down. "im sorry...i just was sleepy.." i tried to get past him but he stepped in front of me. this made me glare up at him. "Well what were you dreaming about that made you clearly more interested then getting your work done?" he leaned forward making me back up into a table. he was so close to me i could tell the difference between my frantic breathing next to his slow and deep ones. i stared into his deep blue serious eyes. "I--um...it was..about.." he leaned closer and now he had himself between my legs locking me against the table fully. i forgot my name when he whispered. "Was it about me Lora?" that was the first time he ever called me by my first name. and all i could do was stand immobilized. he grinned an evil grin that made me wetter then when it was raining. He must have felt it when he leaned against my part, because he bucked himself into me causing me to moan. "...what did i say about being a good student? you just can't help but be naughty you bad girl"
I felt panic run threw me, the fact that this man was thinking about giving me sex scared me. still, a virgin, and never once been touched. i was afraid i would do something wrong. or yet, we ended up doing something we would most likely regret later. "Mr. Johnson, please let me go" i struggled. he did not even budge. "Mr. Johnson..please!" i squealed. he let go his eyes wide. "Lora..I- oh my god, i don't know what I just....please forget i ever did this..i never meant to scare you" he held his arms out, signaling he was defending himself. "No..No...Mr. Johnson it's okay I-...sorry for losing focus...i can't ever be good at anything will I?" i frowned. "Lora, you may be a rebel in my class...but do you know how much it turns me on when you blush deep red when i say your name? or how you smile when i yell at you?" he got closer again. "how when you cross your legs to hide the fact that your wet when you catch me eyeing you..." he said more lowly. he looked away, then closed his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose like he always did when he was stressed. "Best be getting ready to go home" he looked at me again and i swear I saw a little smirk form in the corners of his mouth when he said. "Better get that work done for me tomorrow or i might give you Detention" i smiled too. "Sir yes Sir" i shill-outed and walked out of the class.
well will you look at that? My mom was right when she said boys like you when that pick on you too much. I turned to my phone when i got Lisa's text. "Party at Mikes, you coming?"
sure the hell i am, and when he finds out i've skipped the paper, he will do me good in detention. what i didn't expect entirely is how my night ended up.
A little story i though I might post. Trust me more sexual things along the way. if you like it, please comment I'd be glad to hear from you, also if you have any ideas on whats to come next feel free to write that, too. I know theres some bad language and a odd paring in this, but I thought it was fun to write. No harm in having fun unless you break the law. If you didn't like it, tell me why. Thank you:)
But its even worse when the person who hates you, actually loves you so much they don't admit it the right way. Then things get a little bit akward.
My name is Lora Campbell. Im 17 years old, and i have a major dislike for my Study Hall teacher. Mr. Johnson.
He hated me from day one in this god forsaken building we call 'school' and he will forever hate me until i push my way out of this god forsaken building. Or until I die.
And the worse part of all? He is absolutely most unbelievably the most sexiest male specimen to ever been seen by the lord himself. And I love it when he gets angry at me. Weird huh? yeah i know, but you have been in this postion before right? Maybe? well you might someday.
6th Period Study Hall.
"Hey Lora, come sit with us!" my friend Lisa yelled from the back of the room. she had short spiked white hair, pink highlights, long sparkly earrings, a nose piercing, and baby blue eyes. she was one of those girls who always got A+'s, but could beat the shit out of you if you ticked her off. she was sitting with Mike, her boyfriend, a tall brown haired man, with the same features of Lisa, except no pink highlights or nose piercing. and two other of our group of friends named Holly and Hannah. Yep, twins. I stalked my way to them smiling my best fake smile. "Wee...i have been waiting for this class since i woke up at 5:30!" i said sarcastically waving my hands like i was happy. Lisa socked me one in my arm as I sat near her. "really Lora we know you like "Him" she whispered. I knew they all could see the pink that now flushed across my cheeks. "No i do not! He hates me....i hate him" i said trailing off reaching into my trapper. i took out my homework for Math and stared at it. I really was hating Mrs. Kaufman for giving me homework just because i said she probably selled drugs to gangsters and strippers for her second job. i mean...take a joke will ya?
Lisa and the others were on the commuters while i stared at the white paper. i saw the numbers but couldn't make out the problem. i almost choked when i glanced to see Mr. Johnson looking up at me threw his black sleek glasses. i immediately looked back down at my paper feeling the hair on the back of my neck stick up. "what the hell..." i muttered taking a deep breath. why was he looking at me for? For hell i was not doing anything wrong. or at least i think im not..
he would probably find an excuse for me one way or another. But i would always be wet by the time he was in my face whispering "why can't you be a good student?" ...why Mr. Johnson...its because im a very naughty girl..."Why arnt you doing your work?"....well you see i was too busy looking at the little bulge that is showing threw your slacks. god i was already seeping threw my panties and i crossed my legs. "fuck it all.." i mumbled, so much for the new underwear being clean. *Ring Ring* oh yeah. class os over. wait..over? i stared back to my unfinished work. "shit shit shit!" i hissed. Lisa and the gang already were out the door, Mike laughing as he watched me struggle with my things. just with my luck, my elbow plowed into the desk and scattered my things on the floor once again. i bent down to hurridly pick them up. i held my breath as i watched him bend down to help me. when we got them all neatly back into their places in my trapper. i got up and thanked him. "Why didn't you do any work in class again Miss Campbell? i thought I told you this daydreaming..has...got...to..stop" he made sure his words were clear and i looked down. "im sorry...i just was sleepy.." i tried to get past him but he stepped in front of me. this made me glare up at him. "Well what were you dreaming about that made you clearly more interested then getting your work done?" he leaned forward making me back up into a table. he was so close to me i could tell the difference between my frantic breathing next to his slow and deep ones. i stared into his deep blue serious eyes. "I--um...it was..about.." he leaned closer and now he had himself between my legs locking me against the table fully. i forgot my name when he whispered. "Was it about me Lora?" that was the first time he ever called me by my first name. and all i could do was stand immobilized. he grinned an evil grin that made me wetter then when it was raining. He must have felt it when he leaned against my part, because he bucked himself into me causing me to moan. "...what did i say about being a good student? you just can't help but be naughty you bad girl"
I felt panic run threw me, the fact that this man was thinking about giving me sex scared me. still, a virgin, and never once been touched. i was afraid i would do something wrong. or yet, we ended up doing something we would most likely regret later. "Mr. Johnson, please let me go" i struggled. he did not even budge. "Mr. Johnson..please!" i squealed. he let go his eyes wide. "Lora..I- oh my god, i don't know what I just....please forget i ever did this..i never meant to scare you" he held his arms out, signaling he was defending himself. "No..No...Mr. Johnson it's okay I-...sorry for losing focus...i can't ever be good at anything will I?" i frowned. "Lora, you may be a rebel in my class...but do you know how much it turns me on when you blush deep red when i say your name? or how you smile when i yell at you?" he got closer again. "how when you cross your legs to hide the fact that your wet when you catch me eyeing you..." he said more lowly. he looked away, then closed his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose like he always did when he was stressed. "Best be getting ready to go home" he looked at me again and i swear I saw a little smirk form in the corners of his mouth when he said. "Better get that work done for me tomorrow or i might give you Detention" i smiled too. "Sir yes Sir" i shill-outed and walked out of the class.
well will you look at that? My mom was right when she said boys like you when that pick on you too much. I turned to my phone when i got Lisa's text. "Party at Mikes, you coming?"
sure the hell i am, and when he finds out i've skipped the paper, he will do me good in detention. what i didn't expect entirely is how my night ended up.
A little story i though I might post. Trust me more sexual things along the way. if you like it, please comment I'd be glad to hear from you, also if you have any ideas on whats to come next feel free to write that, too. I know theres some bad language and a odd paring in this, but I thought it was fun to write. No harm in having fun unless you break the law. If you didn't like it, tell me why. Thank you:)
