𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗
"Short skirt."
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I can't stop thinking about my teacher, Mr. Anderson. He is so handsome, and his strong, masculine body is so appealing.

I can feel his warm hands sliding down my body and pulling me closer, his lips caressing my neck and kissing my ear. The sensation is so intense and real, I can feel everything.

"Kali wake the fuck up!" My mother spat.

I woken up fast from her loud yelling, "I'm awake!" I rubbed the crust out my eyes.

"Why was you saying your teacher's name in your sleep?" My mother glared

"Because-

"I got a test today!" I lied

She glares even more.

"Yes.. I have a test and he wants it done by today." I hopped off my bed.

"Get dress." My mother walked away

I sighed in relief, So embarrassing- what the fuck is wrong with me. Kali snap out of it.

I went through my closet and pulled out my uniform. A blue and white plaid skirt with a plaid jacket that matches. I pulled on my socks onto my ankles as with my shoes.

"Hurry up! I'm going to be in the car." She yelled

I rolled my eyes from her constant yelling, can she ever shut the hell up?

I slung my book bag onto my shoulders and ran out the door. My mother was beeping her car horns aggressively. "Why are still beeping? I'm here." I buckled my seat belt in.

"Because I want to." She pressed the gas of the car making it move forward. "Your seatbelt mom." I stare

"I'm the adult here Kali! Stop telling me what, and asking me about what I'm doing, worry about your self." She spat

Why can't you be a mother for once?..

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We arrived to the school steps, I hurried and got out. "Love you mom." I said

Silence..

Wow.

I seen my friends Jae and Dylan at the top of the steps waiting patiently. "Hey New girl."

"Hey Jae, hey Dylan." I greeted

"What's wrong?" They noticed the tone of my voice

"My mother is being a bitch."

"Ouch, harsh."

"It's true though."

"My dad is a deadbeat so I understand Kali." She said walking inside the building.

"I can't relate." Dylan added

"Shit!" I yelled out randomly

"What!?" They asked

"The essay!"

"What essay? We had a essay?" Dylan asked confusingly

"The essay I was supposed to do! For Mr. Anderson as my punishment."

"I didn't do it!"

Jae stares at me with worried, "damn."

"I won't even have time to do it, what am I'm suppose to tell him!?"

"That-you didn't do it?" Jae said

"No!"

"I don't know Kali but Pull your skirt down it keeps rising." Dylan said genuinely.

"This dumbass school gave me the wrong size."

"They never do nothing right." Jae scoffs.

Why the fuck is everything bad happening to me!?.

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I rushed through Mr. Anderson Classroom trying to sit down fast, hoping he doesn't notice me.

"Kali Torres."

"Shit." I mumbled

I turned around facing the teacher who wasn't even staring at me, he was writing on the board.

How the fuck did he even see me come in here?

"Yes Sir?"

"The Essay?" he continues to write on the chalkboard

"Right.. uh."

"Please tell me that you did it."

"About that-

Just like that Mr Anderson drops the chalk down, patting the dust off his hands. I stared at the tall figure walking towards me.

"Essay Kali." He asked again

I sighed before continuing, "I didn't do it."

Mr. Anderson looks at me in my eyes as his jaw clenches, "You didn't do it, hm?"

I stood in silence, disappointed in myself as he examines me

"You had time to wear a short skirt but not do my essay, eh?" He walks back to his desk with his hands folded behind his back.

"I'm sor-

"Silence Torres." He demanded, his voice sounding gruff.

I stared at his bulge before looking back at his face, hoping he didn't notice the sudden gaze.

"Torres."

"Yes sir?"

"Eyes up here."

Oh my, I'm fucking embarrassing myself.

The sound of his shoes clicking every time he walked made my anxiety rise. "Sir, maybe let me have one more day to complete the assignment."

"No, now I have to find another way to punishment you for you're ridiculous behavior of not completing my work that I assigned you yesterday." He turns around, facing me.

"Fix your Skirt Torres."

I feel a rush of heat and shyness flood my face as Mr. Anderson tells me to fix my skirt. I look down and realize my skirt is indeed riding up too high on my legs. I'm embarrassed at being called out, and I quickly pull my skirt down and fix it.

Feeling his eyes watching me and judging me makes me feel self-conscious.

"Mr. Anderson give me another chance, I'll make it right."

"I'm afraid that I don't do chances Torres." He stared

I crossed my arms starting to get annoyed, "Is something bothering you Kali?"

"Yes, you."

Mr. Anderson let out a soft chuckle under his breath. "Come here, Torres."

"Make me." I glared at the older handsome male.

A slight smirk tugged on his lips as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

I watched as he stood up from his seat walking towards me, "Say it again."

Silence.

"Say it!" He yelled

"Make me."