Chapter Five

I turned up to English and decided to do something I normally really wouldn't think of doing. Mr Dubens sat at his desk. I sat down at my desk. I pulled the zipper of my hoodie down and the hood. He watched me as he looked up from a exam he was in the middle of marking. I glanced over at him. He didn't smile or look anyway amused as he usually showed. He just watched me. I stopped there and leaned back onto my chair.

He probably thought I was taking it off but realised I was just undoing it. He seemed pleased that I had at least agreed to show my school uniform and pulled the hood down.

Everyone else began to pile into the classroom and Mr Dubens quickly looked away from me. He stood up from his desk and began jotting the learning objective down on the board. Once everyone was settled down and seated he turned towards us all and began teaching. I didn't really take a word in of what he was saying, though. I decided to test him and play a game. I wanted to see if it would work.

As he was teaching and chatting some random bullshit about some shitty poem someone had written, I began to test his control. I didn't even know if he was the type of teacher that it would work on but I did it anyway. He glanced over to me as he looked back towards the board, continuing to teach. I leant back, my back against the window seelf. Slowly, I pulled my tie loose and bit my lip.

He looked back towards the class but as he did he caught a glimpse of me doing what I was doing. I looked up at him, sending the message through my eyes. I made sure he knew exactly what I was trying to do. I undone my three top buttons of my school shirt which exposed just the top of my cleavage. He quickly looked away and continued teaching the class but I could tell it was working, he was so affected by it.

"Err, ok class. You can now start writing." He announced and quickly made it over to his desk, as he reached it his eyes met mine and he looked extremely angry. His angry glare turned me on, though. God, his eyes. I looked straight back at him as he slowly sat down at his desk, me sitting opposite him. I bit my lip seductively and leaned forward onto my desk. He glanced down at my lined paper and back up to me. "Not writing, Alice?" He asked with a serious look, no trace of a smile on his face.m

I shook my head, still biting my lip. He look down at my lip, watching me bite it.

He then looked down at me exposed cleavage and my hoodie which I had undone. His jaw clenched and he met my eyes, he was really mad. He knew exactly what I was trying to do it seemed to frustrate him. "What are you trying to do, Alice?" He whispered, making sure no of the other students in the classroom could hear. I licked my lips and he watched me carefully. "You tell me, sir." I smiled innocently.

He breathed and closed his eyes tightly shut. "See me after class. I suggest you sort your uniform out."

"No thanks, I'm alright how I am." I said sweetly like a innocent child. He opened his eyes then and looked at me. "Alice." He warned, "I won't tell you again."

"I know."

"Do you want me to get you in trouble. So god help me, I will." He threatened as he leant over his desk. "Yes, actually I do." I nodded. He sighed and shook his head.

The rest of the lesson carried on as normal although he shot me a few glances in warning. Once the bell rang and stayed where I was. It was a Wednesday and on Wednesday I had English last as fifth period so I didn't care if I was late home. Of course I had no one to go home to.

Everyone immediately piled our and as they did Natasha shot me a confused look. I ignored it but then noticed Dylan shooting me a cold glare as he shut the classroom door and walked down the corridor with her. I sighed, suddenly feeling the guilt from last night from our argument. I was such a horrible and terrible person, but I fake weak without being like it.

Mr Dubens walked over to his desk and sat down. We just remained in silence then, staring at each other. "What is up with you today, Alice?" The way my name rolled off his tongue already had me aroused. I licked my lip and his eyes immediately glanced down at them, watching me do so. "Nothing."

"Then what is this all about?" He asked, gesturing to my exposed cleavage and my undone hoodie, "I thought you wanted me to show my uniform off." I giggled, leaning my head back until my eyes met the ceiling so the whole of my neck was exposed to him.

"Alice, I wanted you to get rid of the hoodie. I didn't mean...for you to..." He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. I sighed and looked back straight ahead, my eyes meeting his. "Oh, I know you didn't mean for me to, Sir." I spoke in a husky and sexy tone. He breathed in deeply and his fist tightened on his desk. "Then, why are you doing it?" He growled. "Because I wanted to." I bit my lip.

"You need to stop this, Alice. It's not appropriate."

"I like being inappropriate." I replied and bit my lip once again. He watch my lip carefully and suddenly he rose up from his desk and walked around to mine. I released my lip then and looked up at him as he placed his hands on my desk and towered over me. "Are you deliberately provoking me?" He growled. "Depends on what you have in mind, Sir." I giggled and let out a sigh at the same time, leaning back onto my chair, my elbows leaning onto the desk behind me.

"This isn't funny, Alice." He warned.

"You're so sexy when your angry, Sir." I whispered. His eyes darkened then and he leaned away from my desk in realisation. He knew what I was doing. I grinned up at him mischievously. "I'm not doing this." He spoke firmly, his eyes looking deeply into mine. I stood up and walked over to him. I closed the distance between our bodies until we were practically touching. He looked down at me, not moving a muscle.

"Do you want the hoodie off, Sir?" I asked seriously. At first he didn't respond. "Do you?" I repeated, and he nodded his head. "Yes, Alice. That's all I ask of you."

"Fine." I replied and slipped it off my shoulders and through it onto my desk. I turned back towards him and grabbed his tie, pulling his lips down to mine but he didn't let our lips close that last inch between us. His hand grasped on mine which gripped onto his tie.

"Don't."

"Do you want me to be good?" I asked, my eyes never leaving his, our faces incessant apart. He nodded, "Yes. Just behave yourself." I bit my lip and he glanced down at my lip as I slowly bit down onto it. "Then kiss me. Just kiss me. I'll do whatever you want if you just kiss me." I whispered.

"Alice, no. You don't know what your saying, go home." He shook his head. Something in his eyes told me he wanted to though. "I will if you kiss me. I'm not giving up. Just kiss me. Only once, that's all." He breathed frustratingly then, "What is this all about, Alice?" He asked. I whimpered and tugged hard on his tie but his hand gripped tightly around my wrist, "I feel like I'm gonna die if you don't touch me!" I suddenly bursted out.

Embarrassed, I hid my face against his chest. I released his tie and he wrapped his arms around me. I placed my hand upon his chest, "Please Sir, I need to feel something."

"Feel something?" He repeated, I nodded against his chest. I heard him sigh heavily, "Me kissing you and touching you won't help, Alice. Did you really think stripping during my class was going to work?"

"But I can't stop thinking about you." I gulped as my throat croaked with almost tears. I gasped at myself. I sounded so desperate. I felt his lips against my hair, "Oh, Alice. Calm down. Shhh..."

"Please." I begged. He sighed helplessly. "This isn't the reason, Alice. Your just tired and hormonal. You'd probably regret it tomorrow, anyway." I shook my head and pulled away so I could look him in the eyes, "No, I'll regret walking out knowing I didn't get that kiss."

"Like I said your tired and hormonal. Go home, Miss Copper." He whispered, letting my go and stepping away. I sighed and turned around, grabbing my jacket and running toward the door, "I hate you!" I screamed, slamming the door behind me.