Verse/Luka/stick around
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You decided to stick around. Hey, you need weed money anyway. Why not get it from someone you'd be glad to play with? And maybe get a little extra on the side...
As everyone starts to file out of the room, you're still slowly putting your own stuff away. Your hair effectively prevents anyone from seeing your eyes without actively trying, and you take full advantage of the fact to pace your packing. You're done a little after the last person leaves the room, leaving you and Mr. Thoring alone; he across the room behind his desk, cleaning up the board, you slipping your bag around you. It seems the man was pacing himself as well, as he's done when the door finally closes, and turns around slowly to see you halfway across the room.
"Oh?" he begins, his smirk breaking through his otherwise blank face at points. "What can I do for you?" He asks, as he sits.
You form your own smug smile as you reach his desk and lean on it, placing you face to face with the man. "I uh, had a few questions about the novel," you answer cautiously.
It seems he can see right through you, as he himself leans slightly closer and whispers, "Oh? What did you want to ask?"
"Well," you begin, still smiling, "for starts, how did such a graphic book work it's way into the freshman curriculum?" The book did have more than it's share of sex scenes.
He smiles at the implications. "Our government is very progress," he answers, "our recent educators haven't wasted time beating around the bush. They know well you kids have probably done more than what the book describes... Some of you anyway." His smirks widens for a moment.
"True," you reply slowly. You sit on his desk, and lean to watch him over you. As you're about to speak, the tardy bell rings, and you pause for a moment.
"Shouldn't you get to class, Mr. Oréli?" He asks when the bell ends.
You smirk again. "My teacher won't miss me."
"Ditching is frowned upon," he continues. "Don't tell me you're one of the more... undisciplined children."
"I might be," you answer a moment later, setting you hand closer to his.
"I see," he replied, smiling. "That's quite a surprise." He leans back in his chair, which seems quite comfortable.
"Really?" you inquire. I've always thought it was quite obvious I'm untamed." A smile curves onto your lips as well.
"That's an interesting way to put it," your teacher says. "Untamed. Perhaps you're merely acting out? Seeking someone to tame you?" He leans forward again.
At that, you turn to face him, and meet his light blue eyes. "I guess so." You giggle, he chuckles.
"Guess so?" he questions. "Now now, Luka, someone must be more resolute than that."
You nod slowly. "I think so?"
"Closer," Alexander answers.
You obey by leaning towards him, to the point where his cologne easily enters your nostrils. "Maybe... probably."
He smirks, "I'm not sure if that's a step in the right direction or not."
"I hope so," you whisper ans your lips brush against him.
Released, your teacher grabs you by the waist and pulls you to him, setting you in his lap and spreading his lips through your upper torso as his arms hold the lower close.
You...
