Hey guys, chapter 3 up! A little early! I love writing this book, it's one of my favourites! Happy Halloween!
Amy xx

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Jessica's POV:
As everyone is dismissed from the classroom, I unfortunately stay behind and walk up to his desk, shamefully. Lord help me, I really wish I hadn't replied to that text now.

I stand there awkwardly, and he stared back at me expressionless. He does not look happy.

"Ah, Miss Dalton," He says professionally, rising from his seat to close the classroom door.

"You've been a poorly behaved student, and on the first day back?" His question strikes me and a lump forms in my throat; the feeling of guilt is not pleasant at all.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson," I murmur, shaking with fear, I rarely get told off. I'm usually a teachers pet, not a detention-seeker.
You know, it's a tricky task to focus when a super hot teacher is conversing with you.

I merely make eye contact with him and my body starts heating up, and some sort of throb begins to pulse 'down there'. His eyes alone were enough to suck all the air out my lungs and leave me breathless. I've never felt such a thing before, is this what it's like to be turned on?
I have never had any sexual desires ever before- it has never been in my nature.

However, all my girl friends aren't virgins anymore; they've had sex like a dozen times at parties, and they speak about it openly. It's almost as if having sex was the latest fashion trend, and you had to have done it in order to not be portrayed as a 'pussio'. Which in turn, kinda made me jealous, it made me want to join them and lose my virginity. But I haven't.

I always got so caught up on not losing the v-card, insisting to wait till marriage so I don't have sex with some guy who'll just dump me. But I feel it's gotten to the point where I just want to get it over and done with. What have I got to lose? I'm mind-waffling- sorry.

He faces the window with his hands buried in his pockets. To be honest, he's being a bit too stern. After all, it is the first day, so he should take it easy.

I stand silently, contemplating on whether to say something, since he hasn't moved an inch. Mind you, if this is detention, then I'd gladly it be this way!

The silence was deafening, I thought I was here to be lectured and set work, not stand here and do nothing- although, I'm not complaining.
Not going to lie, his presence is rather intimidating- I feel so small compared to him.

I watch his finger move up to his face, lightly rubbing the end of his nose. I could've sworn I heard him curse under his breath- why is there such suspense in the atmosphere? I'm instantly taken aback by his following action.

He slowly walks up to me, inching closer to my tensed body, causing myself to walk backwards- the fear still possessing my actions. He seems hesitant and shy all while being forward- not his usual trancing walk. What is he doing? I eventually stumble as I reach the back of the door, but he still followed me right there as if he was tightly attached to me by a rope. My eyebrows lifted in fright as I was in no position to move. Teachers don't do this to students- should I say something?

His body practically rested against my tiny frame. In a swift movement he pulled the string on the door, closing the blinds behind my head, hiding us from any sight.
He's crazy, this is violating the personal space of a minor student. But it's just something- this little feeling, his aroma, that makes me want him to follow through with his actions.

"Wh-what're you doing?" I whisper in fear, finally gaining the courage to speak up upon his dominating actions. Yet the tight distance between us causes my area to throb again.

"I know," those daring lips part slightly to speak, "I know you want me."

The minty breath lingers as he whispered inside my ear, sending my body through a shock of tingles.

"N-no I don't," I respond, lightly pushing his chest away from me. He's my teacher for god sake! He simply cannot confront me, his student, in such an inappropriate manner.

"You're face says otherwise," His lips start nibbling on the top of my ear, why am I not resisting his touch? I don't reply for I am too engrossed in the moment, my eyelids evidently fluttering shut.

"I don't always hand out offers like this, but if you want it, you can get it." He whispers in a deep, yet soft-spoken voice, a sudden quiet moan escapes my parted lips at the feeling.
Did I seriously just moan? I seriously just moaned. I hate myself for that. I'm grossed out with myself.

I can almost see a grin tugging at his lips from the corner of my eye. What's happening to me? I'm supposed to be innocent to such thoughts.

"G-get what?" I respond confused, still enjoying his touch- which abruptly comes to a stop. Instead, I hear a light giggle. My eyes open and he frowns with a smile, "Don't you know what that phrase means? Come on, you're in my English class too."

"I-I uh..." I stutter in a baffled manner, my fingers lightly grazing my neck in confusion. Wait a minute... I think I know now. How did that take me so long to clock.
Now I sound stupid. Blame his intimate affection, not me!

"You see, Miss Dalton, I'm offering you to have sex with me. Whenever, wherever, you want." His stare becomes more serious and lustful- quite the intimidating gaze, I assure you.

So, what I'm hearing is, he fucks when and wherever and whoever he wants?
And he's offering me? Is he out of his mind! This is outrageous, this is illegal, any girl could go straight to the headteacher and get him in serious trouble, yet he's willing to take that risk?
He's willing to take that risk with me. What could he even see in me? I'm sure the popular girls are far more attractive.
But it's just that feeling again, that lustful feeling, that's pushing me to accept his offer.

In addition to the lustful feeling, it's the thought of finally losing my virginity that drives me further to accept. God, that'd make me normal like all my friends, what I've always wanted! But if anyone knew I'd be belittled to a slut for accepting my teachers offer, but everyone has practically lost their v-card, so why should it be any different for me?
Because he's your teacher and practically twice your age.
At this point, I couldn't care less. I no longer want to be a virgin.

Mother will physically kill me if she found out this occurrence just took place.

"Y-yes," I murmur against his body. I just said yes. Oh dear God.

"Yes? Yes to what?" He whispers back more loudly as if surprised.

"Yes, yes I want you. So, I'll get it, then, I guess," I quickly respond, but look down embarrassed, this is way out of my comfort zone.

"I'm working late, I'll be in here at 8:00 p.m, the doors will be unlocked, if you're sure you want this, I'll see you then. Don't pressure yourself, it's an offer," He whispers, his lips almost touching mine, whilst his hot breath against my lips causes me to throb harder. My eyes suddenly trace down to his lips; so plump and glossy, I really want to kiss him but I'm way too shy. Yo, what's wrong with me?

He begins to give me a particular look, one like he's about to kiss me. The look that's a perfect blend between sexy and adorable. The look that makes my heart flutter like a dozen butterflies, and causes the quivering of my lips.

I watch his deep hazel, dreamy eyes gaze at my own, watching them slowly lower, until they are fixated on my kisser.
I notice how he quickly glances up at me, in hopes of recovering from giving anything away. The look of vulnerability. His soft and shiny curls touch my eyelids as he towers over me, butterflies building up.
His eyes remain fixed on my lips, but glancing up and down, eyes to lips, he slowly and patiently falls closer and closer to my face. My heart races as we almost touch, but right before he reaches my lips, he stops. I feel a gush of disappointment swarm throughout my body, I oh so badly wanted a kiss, but he never did.

I slowly nod my head as a means of knowing he's said and done what he's had to say and do, then in one swift motion he opens the door blinds and spins me around, holding the door open, smacks my bum and pushes me out, before shutting the door behind him.
Well damn, Mr. Jackson!
He's sure is something.
But- if he is just going to be a hookup to me, I shouldn't care what he does and doesn't decide to do with me.

Well, that was an interesting detention. What have I gotten myself into?

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