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You sat in class, bored out of your mind. You looked up at the clock, 5 minutes left. After this you have French. French has to be your favourite class! Not because you particularly like the subject, but more so because of your teacher; Mr Ackerman. He's a great teacher, not to mention, he's super attractive. Every girl in your class had a crush on him. Actually, scratch that, almost every girl in the school had a crush on him.
The bell rung and you got up from your seat grabbing your things and walking out, heading toward the French classroom.
You walked in and sat near the front, Mr Ackerman was already standing at the front of the classroom, writing on the board. You got out your book and placed it on the desk. The front half of the room was populated by the girls, obviously just trying to be closer to Mr Ackerman. While the back half of the room was filled with the boys, rolling their eyes at the girls who were swooning over Mr Ackerman. Mr Ackerman finished writing and turned to face the class.

"Copy down the phrases and translate them into English in your books,"

He said in his monotone voice, walking back to his desk. You looked down at the blank page in front of you and started to write. The girls either side of you began talking to each other.

"Girls! Back to work,"

Mr Ackerman's voice was stern. They instantly fell quiet, getting back to their work, just as he had told them to. Not even a minute later, they began talking again.

"Do I really have to tell you twice? (L/N). Detention. After school."

"But Sir, I wasn't talking!"

You defended yourself.

"Are you talking back to me?"

"No sir,"

You mumbled.

"Good. Don't be late. If you miss it, I'll make it two."

"Fine,"

You sighed. You were annoyed. The two girls either side of you started snickering. You were getting in trouble for nothing!
'I just won't go! Who cares if he doubles it! But; it is a detention with Mr Ackerman...It can't be that bad...'

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The last bell of the day had just rung and you were now headed toward the front gates. Oh wait - You have that stupid detention. You turned around and headed back inside, sighing quietly to yourself.

"(F/N)! Where are you going?"

You turned to see your friend, Eren, just behind you.

"Oh, hey Eren. I have a detention,"

You explained, rolling your eyes.

"What'd you do?"

"Nothing! The girls next to me were talking,"

"Haha, sucked in,"

"Not funny."

You started walking again, waving behind you.

"Bye Eren,"

"Okay, seeya (F/N)"

You walked through the now deserted halls to the French classroom. When you got there, the door was shut. You knocked.

"State your name and business,"

Came Mr Ackerman's voice from inside.

'Why does he have to be so formal?'

"(F/N) (L/N), you gave me a detention, remember?"

"Come in,"

You opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind you.

"Sit,"

Mr Ackerman said, pointing to a desk in the front row. You followed his instructions and sat down, placing your bag on the floor beside you.

"Sir, I wasn't actually talking, it was the girls ne-"

"I know,"

You were cut off by Mr Ackerman.

"Then why'd you give me a detention?"

He didn't answer. He walked over to where you were sitting. He pulled a chair from one of the other desks over to you and sat on the opposite side of the table so he was facing you.

"Do you know why I gave you this detention?"

He asked. You shrugged.

"I don't know..."

He studied you for a moment.

"Oh, you really don't know, do you?"

"What?"

You were really confused now. He placed his elbow on the desk and rested his head on top of his hand. He sighed, seemingly annoyed, then looked back up to you. He leant forward and pressed his lips against yours. You instantly melted into the kiss, your brain not really having time to process what was happening. Your lips began to move against his. Mr Ackerman's lips were soft against yours as he leaned closer, beginning to deepen the kiss. Once you caught up, finally realising what was happening, you instantly pulled away and looked at Mr Ackerman in horror. He just smirked. He just kissed his student and all he does is freaking smirk?!

"What was that!?"

You exclaimed, utterly shocked.

"A kiss?"

You just looked at him. You took a deep breath, shaking your head and standing up.

"I have to go."

You said, grabbing your bag and turning toward the door. Mr Ackerman stood up and grabbed your bag, pulling you back toward him. Your bag dropped to the ground spilling its contents. Mr Ackerman wrapped his arms around you so that your head was resting on his chest.

"Mr Ackerman! Let go!"

You said, squirming around and trying to push him away. His grasp tightened.

"Levi."

"What?"

You looked up at him in confusion, still struggling to get out of his arms.

"Levi. My name. I'd like you to call me by my first name when we're not around other people."

"Uh... can you let me go now?"

"Why? Don't you like this?"

He smirked.

"No. Let go!"

"If you don't like it then why did you kiss me back when I kissed you? Hm?"

"N-no! I wasn't thinking!"

"Why did you let me kiss you to begin with?"

"I... You..."

You stumbled over your words.

"Mm, see."

"Let go! I have somewhere to be!"

"Oh yeah? Where?"

"I have an art class."

You heard Levi let out an annoyed sigh. His grasp loosened. He brushed your hair away to the side. He leant down and started to kiss your neck. You lightly started to push him away, knowing what you were doing was wrong but you were enjoying the feeling of his lips against your skin. He started to suck and lightly bite your neck.

"Sir! No!"

You said, knowing what he was trying to do. He pulled away.

"Now you can go."

He said with a smirk. You pushed him away. You bent down, shoving everything inside your bag and running out of the classroom. You stopped at the first set of lockers and leant against the wall. You pulled out your phone, looking in the camera at the mark left on your neck.

"Seriously?!"

You whined. You heard a low chuckle and looked up. Levi was standing in the doorway of his classroom, smirking. You rolled your eyes. He walked over to you and stood in front of you. He placed his hands either side of your head and pressed his body against yours. He leant down beside your ear.

"Maybe you should come to detention tomorrow as well..."

He whispered into your ear.

"It can be our little secret."

He moved away from you and winked. He started walking in the direction of his office.

"Shut up!"

You yelled out behind him as your cheeks turned bright red. He turned so that he was walking backwards.

"See you later (F/N)"

He smirked. You rolled your eyes again as he turned the corner. You looked at the camera on your phone. The one day you forgot to put your make-up in your bag. You moved your (H/C) hair in front of the mark on your neck, just covering it. You took one more look, making sure it was covered; well, as best it could be. You sighed to yourself before checking the time.

"Crap!"

You said. You weren't lying about having an art class.

"I've got five minutes to get to art!"

You started rushing down the halls, toward the front of the school. You ran through the gates and down the street.

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You arrived at the building where your art class was, right on time. You stopped to catch your breath; you had ran the whole way. You walked inside and sat down at a table with your friends, Marco and Jean.

"Hey,"

You greeted, sitting down.

"Hey,"

They both said simultaneously and smiled.

"Was your hair out earlier or did you just take it out?"

Marco asked.

"No, it's been out all day,"

"Huh, it looks nice."

He smiled. The teacher walked in and smiled, telling the class what to do.

"Today we'll be drawing flowers. These flowers have to represent and emotion or feeling, such as happiness or anger. We'll then add colour, shadows and shading with oil pastels. Okay, get going,"

You pulled out your sketchbook from your (F/C) bag. You opened up to the next blank page as Marco and Jean did the same. You all started sketching. As you sketched out the leaves of your flower, you moved your hair to the side to keep it out of your face without thinking.

"(F/N),"

Jean said in a sing-song voice.

"What?"

You questioned, looking up at him.

"Where did you get that?"

"What?"

Marco pointed at your neck. You had already forgotten. You moved your hair back in front of it. They both giggled. You rolled your eyes and went back to sketching.

"Where'd you get it? Or more like who gave you it?"

Jean asked, his voice showing how much he was enjoying this.

"None of your business,"

You said, not looking up.

"Is that why you didn't walk with us to art like you usually do?"

"No- well- ugh, stop it!"

"I just want to know!"

Jean said in a whiny tone.

"Well I already said: it's none of your business,"

Marco laughed at yours and Jean's conversation.

"Marco wants to know too! Don't you?"

Jean said, slinging an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders.

"I don't care who wants to know, I'm not telling you,"

"You're so mean,"

Jean sighed, crossing his arms over his chest like a child. You shook your head, getting back to your drawing.