Marie Pov

"Nadia?!" I semi yelled. She nodded her head slowly, not knowing the reason I was yelling. I calmed down and wiped my face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say it out loud." She nodded. "Why don't you like Nadia?" Mariah questioned. "Because she doesn't like me, always giving me attitude and shit." I muttered. After having a full blown conversation, we had to get to class.

Before walking in doors, we spotted Fred talking to another girl. I looked over to Mariah and her face saddened. I gently rubbed her back. "It's going to be alright, okay?" she nodded and pulled me into a small hug. I heavily sighed and walked into Michaels room. He wasn't here yet, so we all sat waiting patiently. Will came in and sat next to me. We all caught up because we haven't been together for a while. While Mariah and will connected over a conversation I couldn't care less about, I looked around the room. My eyes fell on a guy with green eyes and brown hair. When he smiled at whatever him and his friends were talking about, it was perfectly aligned. I blushed at my thoughts and bowed my head down. I glanced at him over and over again until he finally caught me. I immediately went red. When I had enough confidence to finally raise my head, he was still staring at me. He winked at me and smiled. I smiled as well. We were having a little moment until...

"Hmhmhm!" Someone cleared his throat. I turned over to see an angry Michael. He glared at me like we were strangers, like we never shared that night. I gave him a confused face and he stormed to the front of the room. H grabbed the chalk and wrote on the board abrasively.

"Good morning class!" He gritted through his teeth. "Today we will be learning about the meaning of sex!" He threw the chalk down and looked us with blaring eyes. The boys in the corner began to chuckle and Michaels eyes averted to them. "Professor, what's up man? Why you mad?" A guy named Gerald said. "Would you like to know?" He yelled. "Do you really wanna know?" He nodded slightly, cautious of Michaels next move. "The woman I'm interested is interested in a different guy, she obviously strung me along." He looked at me and I furrowed my brows. "She a hoe." The whole class snickered. "DONT YOU EVER SAY THAT AGAIN, WHO HERE ME?!" Gerald was beyond scared at this point, so we're the rest of us.

"Anyways." He said while calming down. "We'll be talking about the reason of sex." He swallowed. "Sex is different for every person, meaning there are different reasons for a person to have sexual intercourse." After stating that, he wrote the reasons on the board. After writing that he began walking around the room so I thought I didn't need to listen. That is until Michael called on me.

"Ms. Andrewson, close your book." He said. I sighed, realizing he was getting back at me for what happened between me and that boy. "Now tell me all the reasons people have sex." He walked over to the board and covered it by pulling down a map. Little did he know, I have a great memory and memorized what he said and wrote. He looked taken back and I just smirked. He's being an asshole so I'll be one right back. He cleared his throat then turned red. "Good job, Ms. Andrewson." He said sarcastically clapping. His eyes and stare were intimidating, but I didn't let him know that. I stood up and I curtsy. He stops and look at me. "In my office after class." He growled. The whole class was like "ooh" and "ahh". I smiled a cheeky smile because I knew I got him right where I wanted. I sat back and relaxed. I knew why he was mad but he acted as if we were dating or something, which we shouldn't even be doing in the first place. I hummed, tapped my desk with rhythm, and bobbed my head back and forth. By this time, he was throwing daggers at me. Hey, if your going to be an asshole, I'll be one as well.

Once the bell rang, I packed all my stuff and placed them into my bag. I could feel his stare on my back as I heard the door shut. "If you have something to say, say it, quit looking at me!" I snapped. I heard a light chuckle and the click of his foot steps coming towards me. He stood, big and tall in front of me and I gave him back the same intimidating stare. "Are we going to go to your office or..?" I asked cluelessly. His asshole grin faded and he turned into serious Michael. "In my office Ms. Andrewson!" He spat. I grabbed my bag and followed him to the office that was a few doors down. I walked in and was hit with a cool breeze due to the window being open. As soon as we got in, Michael threw his briefcase on the table and started pacing back and forth irritably. I smirked. I sat down, loudly, on the chair and propped my feet up on his desk. He looked at me and his eyes grew with anger, will I gave him a toothy smile. He started to pace back and forth muttering meer words under his breath.

"Why am I here professor?" I asked him. As he was slowly turning around, I gave him a very serious face. "You know damn well why your here Marie!" He spat. I gave a confused face. "Who's Marie, I thought I was Ms. Andrewson." His glare made me even happier, knowing I was pushing the right buttons, but I just gave him a look. "So, as I asked before, WHY AM I HERE!" I yelled. He slammed his hand on the desk and I flinched, internally, I maintained my composure and I was so proud of myself. "Who was he?" He whispered. He wasn't even looking at me, but rather at the door. "Who's who?" He walked over to me and gently pinned me to the wall, and looked me dead in the eye. "The kid you were flirting with, that's who!" I didn't know whether to laugh in his face or give him a serious face. "Well that's none of your business, now is it?" The rude side of me was coming out... And I loved it. "No, but guess what?" I gave him a "what" look and he kissed me.

He was kissing me oh so hard against the door, his lips traveling from my lips, to my jawline, to my neck. Michael passed over a spot on my neck and I held in my moan. He saw my reaction as I shuddered, slightly on that spot. He smiled and evil smirk and dived in to that spot. At that moment my knees went weak. My breathing hitched as he licked over my numb spot. "Now tell me Marie, are you my business." His breathing became erotic and I, breathlessly, whimpered a "yes." I could feel the grin that grew on his lips. As he began going back at it, I tried my hardest to let any pleasure show, so I stopped myself from moaning. "Let your moan out." He said. "You know I hate that shit." Being the stubborn woman that I am, I decide to hold back my moan. He sucks even That sent me over the edge and I moaned his name loudly. He gave a light kiss, on which was now a hickey, stepped back and smirked. "Be ready by 8." He stated demandingly. After I got myself together, I replied. "Or else?" He smiled at me and cupped my face. "Cute" he said sarcastically. "Be ready by 8." I rolled my eyes and attended my next class.

Michael, you don't know what's in store...