Introduction
YAHZ
“Shit! I’m going to be late again”. And this is just the second day of a new term.
“Ugh, why can’t I control time again?” I murmured to myself looking around for my glasses.
Yahz was finally in her finals in high school. Just 3 more terms and I’m off to college. Studying Mechanics.
After what seemed like forever, I finally found my glasses. Not that I can’t see without them , I just liked them on my face.
I looked in the mirror and was irritated by the reflection looking back at me.
“I dislike this uniform” I thought to myself. It was a combination of a light blue shirt and a black flay skirt. My ass stuck out of the skirt which I was insecure about because of it’s ridiculously small size. I looked at my watch and realised it was almost second period. Math. I was finally going to meet the teacher handling the final classes. Mr Daniel. He was feared by everyone in the school and was the talk of girls who wanted him to bury his cock in them.
Weirdos
I ran out to the living room, grabbed my lunch box from the dining area.
Yes, I am a 19 year old carrying a lunch box to school.
I stuffed the box in my bag when I noticed a note on the table too.
“
Will be running late today,there’s leftover pizza in the microwave if you’re hungry, love Momma :)”
Well it’s a good attempt with the awkward looking smiley face she drew on the paper. She was running late again. I can’t even be pissed anymore. She worked days off just to put food on the table and pay my fees and house bills too. It was too much. Working as a nurse isn’t a bed roses.
I ran out the door and highlighted a cab asking the driver to head to Bridge High.
MR DANIEL
I’ve been a teacher in this school for 5 years and honestly everything just seemed annoying at this point. If not for the incident I wouldn’t be here. I was running the Mafia in Colombia . But after a drastic mishap with one of my operations I had to stay out of sight and travel all the way to Manchester or I’d get killed but I still managed my Mafia even though I was miles away from where it fully operated . The guilt never left me. Everyday I regret. Why would I ever make such a mistake.
Luckily for me, I was a Math scholar when I was in college before the Mafia life took over. So it was easy getting hired to be a Math teacher in Bridge High. Apparently only male teachers taught here.
I never really cared why.
I was casually sitting in the teacher’s lounge trying to phase out the voices of other teachers with my thoughts. I didn’t like keeping contact with any of them. As a matter of fact,nothing ever interested me about them or anything about this school. If they knew who I really was they wouldn’t be in this room with me.
“Yahz Simone , damn that girl is so sexy!” one of the teachers exclaimed breaking me out of my thoughts.
Isn’t it inappropriate to talk about students that way.
“I know right she has the sexiest ass.”,another teacher said.
How did I ever get here.
“Yo Dan, you should definitely check her out.” Cole said whilst the other teachers tried hard not to make eye contact with me.
Cole has been my closest colleague since I got to teach in this school. I always tried to keep our relationship professional but he thought we were friends. Best friends. He taught English which only made it worse because I taught Maths and that made us perfect friends.I do not like this guy. But he was the one person that didn’t fear me for some reason. And he made good company too.
I ignored him trying to gather my thoughts back.
“Dude she’s in your Math class, you should definitely check her out. I’m a hundred percent sure she’d give you a boner” he said laughing heartily.
The audacity of this bastard.
Speaking of Math classes, I had a period in one of the final classes and I didn’t want to be late so as not to give a wrong impression since I was teaching them for the first time. During the years I’ve thought in this school, I’ve always made sure to be respected by every student the same way I’ve been respected by my men in the Mafia . I enjoyed being feared. Students saw me as mean, stuck up and wicked. But I just liked to be the superior in everything.
I walked into the class right on time and everyone was seated immediately they sensed my presence.
Just like they should.
“Good morning class, I’m your Maths teacher, Mr Daniel or you could just call me Dan.” I said making sure to put on an emotionless face.
Everyone was at attention.
I loved that they all feared me.
“Now let’s do a row call so I can know who’d be in my class today. When you hear your name just wave your hand” I said to the class.
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“Yahz Simone” I looked up in anticipation but no one waved. Who dares come late to my class.
Where was she?
YAHZ
I ran through the halls and found my class and just barged in.
Shit
.
The teacher was already here and so was the rest of the class.
Well yes, you’re late.
My subconscious judged me. I looked at my teacher again through pleading eyes.
I couldn’t help but notice how built he was. He was wearing a button up shirt and pants. Very simple outfit but his muscles told otherwise.
But it was no use trying to plead with him because he didn’t like students that defaulted. Especially latecomers.
I heard so much about him from the past final class.
“You’re late!” he said. The sexiest voice I had ever heard echoed through my ears. It was deep and had so much authority in it.
Wow. Did I just get wet?
“Well yes, my bad” trying to catch my breath.
“You should be punished, but I’ll take that you’re not aware of who I am and how much I hate latecomers. Let this be the last time. Miss?” he said once again looking at me like he was staring right at my soul expecting an answer . “Umm Simone , Yahz Simone” I said still catching my breath.
I could have sworn I saw a look of realisation in his eyes before he replaced it with an emotionless face.
“Sit” he commanded.
Bossy much.
I had my sit on the second row. Everyone in class staring at me. I looked through my bag and found my notes and pen creating a ruckus since everyone was already prepared.
“Miss Simone, would you mind telling us the first topic on the scheme of work” he asked looking agitated by the ruckus I made. I just got here and he’s already making me answer questions.
Asshole
.
“Third degree calculus” I answered. Thank God I went through the scheme the other night.
“Good, Miss Simone” he said still wearing his emotionless face.
Is this man a robot?
After what seemed to be forever the class ended and everyone left in a hurry for the next one.
I stayed back to get my notes in place to move on to the next class even when I knew I’d be running late.
I just like my stuff in order.
“Are you always late to all your classes ?” he broke me out of my thoughts with his deep voice.
So sexy.
“Well no. Today isn’t my day I guess” I answered still looking down at my books.
I really didn’t want to look at him. He was good-looking but he scared me still
.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Miss Simone” he commanded.
Damn, this man really liked to be on top. Literally
.
Then I looked at him. He was at his same position. Behind his desk. I took in his features that I didn’t notice earlier from my sit.
He was brown skinned with light beards and the most defined face. He was handsome.He definitely had to be God’s favourite creation.
Why would he be in this hellhole teaching Calculus to a bunch of kids?.
MR DANIEL
When she ran into the class, she was breathing heavily. Her chest heaving from trying to catch her breath. And sweat trickling down her neck to beyond what that shirt was hiding. She seemed to be taken aback when she saw everyone in class. I took her in. Cole was right.
Shit, the bastard was right
.
She was beautiful. Her hair was dark. She had a slim figure but a pretty ass. Her skin was light and looked very soft.
Too soft
.
And she had this cute cat eye shaped glasses on. She seemed interesting.
She looked at me with pleading eyes realising that she might get punished. Looks like she knew who I was already
.
I could smell her fear or was it arousal
?
I had to pardon her but gave a stern warning.
How come I never noticed her before her finals.
She was so quiet and attentive throughout the class but never made eye contact with me.
Hm, she was already intimidated by me.
She probably didn’t notice I was checking her out.
I even noticed she had double piercings on her ear lobes.
Interesting.
Once the class was over she stayed back putting her things in order.
Yes, she’s perfect
.
“Are you always late for all your classes?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Well no. Today isn’t my day I guess” she answered. She had the most sultry voice. But she was still looking down at her books. I preferred when people look at me when they speak. It shows respect.
And I feed on respect.
“ Look at me when I’m talking to you” I commanded.
“Yes sir” she answered looking me whilst checking me out from my desk.
“Miss Simone, you were lucky today. I detest late-coming. I don’t care if you’re late for other classes but don’t be late for mine. Are we clear Miss Simone?” I said to her as she looked at me through her glasses.
They’re quite cute. What’s wrong with me
?
“Yes sir”she answered.
She stood up to take her leave and I couldn’t help but to stare at her ass until she was about to leave the room.
“Have a good day, Miss Simone” I said to her.
Why did I do that?
She turned around giving a small smile and left.
This was the first time another woman would have an effect on me.
I’m in trouble
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