My Student’s Hot Dad

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Chapter Eight

Saturday and Sunday had come and gone so now it was another Monday, which meant another school school day for me and my lovely students. Since Mischa had needed to be tutored, my classroom door was open so she could use walk in as soon as she arrived and sit down so we could get started. I made sure to get out the lessons that she needed help with and take out some worksheets that were strictly to help her, and extra credit as well, that we could work on together. Because it was morning, August was dropping off Mischa himself and I felt a little nervous to see him again after our date from Friday. I hope he hadn't lost interest after that night because it would really dampen my mood completely for the rest of the day.

"Good morning, Ms. King," Mischa greeted as she walked into my classroom. The young girl had on a pair of leggings, a cute light blue sweater with sleeves that was rolled up at her wrists, and a pair of brown boots that reached her shin. As for her hair, it was in a tight and neat ballerina bun with two hairs framing her face. She looked so adorable dressed like that. She made me wish I had a little girl I could just dress any kind of way I wanted like my own personal doll.

"Good morning, Mischa. Don't you look lovely," I smiled. Mischa blushed with a smile on her face.

"Thank you, Ms. King," She replied as she set her stuff down at the table where I had everything laid out.

"Take out your notes from the preposition lesson, the adverb lesson, and the worksheet when we did objective versus subjective language," I instructed. She took out her binder from her bag and took out what I asked.

"Oh! Before I forget. Take out your notes from the day we went over prepositions," I added. She nodded and took out her other notes like I asked.

"Ms. King," Mischa said.

"Yes, Mischa?" I looked over at her.

"I think my dad really likes you," She replied. My cheeks started to heat up from the sound of that.

"What makes you say that, Mischa?" I inquired.

"He put on the special cologne he usually wears when he wants to smell nice for a woman that he likes," She replied. A small giggle escaped my lips.

"Oh really?" I smiled.

"Yeah," She chuckled.

"Thank you for telling me, Mischa," I said.

"You're welcome. Also he's probably going to come in about a few minutes too," She told me, "So I'd prepare myself if I were you."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Because you're probably going to be blushing by the end of his visit," She responded. A smile came over my face as I laughed.

"Thank you, Mischa. I really appreciate your concern," I said. She smiled back.

"You're welcome." A knock sounded on my door and in walked August.

"Ms. King, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be back," Mischa informed. What a clever and thoughtful little girl.

"Alright," I nodded. She skipped out of the room as soon as August walked in. He wore a smile on his face that warmed my heart as he approached me.

"Good morning, Mr. Flores," I greeted. He let out a soft chuckle.

"You don't have to be formal, Emily," He said.

"I'm just trying to keep it professional, August. We are at school after all," I replied.

"You have a point," He agreed, "However, it seems I've come down with an illness." A worried look passed over my face.

"Oh?" I scrunched my eyebrows together.

"It seems as if my symptoms are not caring about where we are and doing whatever I want," He replied. My worried expression changed as I began to laugh.

"Are you always like this?" I asked. He laughed.

"You could say that," He smiled.

"Mischa said that you had prepared yourself for when you came to drop her off," I murmured. He began to turn red in the face causing me to giggle.

"Oh...well....umm....what exactly did she tell you?" He asked nervously.

"Not much, but just know that I'm very much so flattered," I beamed. He cleared his throat with a smile.

"Well I couldn't help it to be honest. You are a very beautiful woman, Emily," He said.

"Thank you," I smiled. He moved closer to me and pressed his lips softly against mine.

"Hey, Emily. Have you ever noticed just how-" August and I quickly moved away from each other at the sound of Caroline's voice. The young blonde smirked.

"It seems as if I was interrupting something," She said, "I guess I'll take my leave."

"Oh no. It's....umm....fine...we were just....umm...talking," I scrambled with finding the words to say to form an excuse.

"Oh c'mon, Emily. You can find a better excuse than that to tell me," Caroline rolled her eyes. August chuckled from beside me.

"I'll see you later, Emily," He informed.

"You too, August," I smiled. He kissed the corner of my lips before leaving the room. Emily looked at me with raised eyebrows and I looked back.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," She shook her head, "It's just kind of hot."

"What is?" I looked at her weirdly.

"Oh you know the whole dating your student's dad thing," She answered, "Especially for him because he'll probably get ask when you guys are banging if it's worthy of an A plus." Where does she come up with this kind of stuff?

"Why are you like this?" I shook my head.

"Because that's how I was raised," She answered in a 'duh' tone of voice.

"Why do I even ask?" I muttered under my breath.

"It'd be much harder if the roles were reversed to be honest. Just imagine the role play that could go into it," Caroline fanned herself, "The whole 'come see me after class' fantasy would be so hot." Again. Where does she come up with this stuff?

"How much thought have you put into this?" I asked.

"A lot of thought into it, especially after I had that really hot college professor," She sighed dreamily, "If only I had gone to his office after hours." Silently, I rolled my eyes. She's such a horn dog.

"Anyways, what are you in here for?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh. You know the new P.E. coach that was hired?" She inquired.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Well I just saw him today and he's smoking hot," She gushed, "He's, like, shirtless, Mr. January firefighter hot."

"Oh c'mon. He can't be all that," I replied. She gasped loudly.

"Don't speak such blasphemy," She said, "You'd feel the same way if you saw him for yourself because the man is just smoking hot plus he's wearing grey sweats today too. Grey sweats are suicidal for men."

"I'm sure you're just over exaggerating," I said.

"I am not exaggerating at all," She told me, "To prove it, we're going to go find him at lunch."

"No way. My lunch break is exactly what it means, a lunch break. Not a 'stalk-the-new-gym-teacher' break," I firmly stated.

"Oh c'mon, Emily. Please," Caroline begged, "It'll be for one second and that's it."

"No, Emily," I said.

"Please," She pleaded.









"Not gonna happen."


"No, Caroline, and that's final," I snapped as Mischa walked into the room for tutoring.

I don't know how or why Caroline managed to get me to agree to this, but I'm irritated. I can't believe she finally coerced me into going to stalk the new gym coach during my lunch break. I felt so weird because it felt like I was some high school student sneaking around the halls with her best friend, even though that's what I'm doing minus the high school part.

"I can't believe we're doing," I grumbled under my breath. Caroline giggled.

"Once you see him, it'll be worth it," She grinned.

"It better be," I muttered lowly. Caroline giggled again.

"C'mon," She said.

"Hey, Ms. King. Hey, Ms. Irving," Mrs. Hudson, one of the specials teachers, greeted. Mrs. Hudson was a middle aged woman with shoulder length brown hair, gray eyes, high cheekbones, heart shaped lips, fair skin, and an hourglass figure that didn't look a day over forty to be honest.

"Hello," Caroline and I greeted back simultaneously.

"Checking our the new gym coach, eh?" Mrs. Hudson inquired.

"Yep," Caroline chirped.

"I got dragged into this," I rolled my eyes. She laughed.

"I'm sure you did," She murmured, "I talked to him earlier and he's such a nice young man and handsome too. If only I wasn't married and a few years younger."

"I wouldn't daydream about another man if I were you considering how your husband is such a silver fox," Caroline remarked.

"That's true," She chuckled, "And, thankfully for me, he can still get the bed to rock if you know what I mean." She winked at us before walking away.

"See? Even Mrs. Hudson agrees and her husband looks like a Calvin Klein model at his age," Caroline nudged me.

"I guess," I sighed.

"You're hopeless," Caroline said. We continued walking until we finally reached the gym. The doors were wide open so we both headed inside together. On the left side of the gym, there was the boy's locker room and then further down was the gym coach's office.

"I'm nervous," Caroline spoke up. My attention snapped to her.

"How are you nervous when you suggested this idea?" I pulled a face.

"Because he's so good looking and it might seem weird to just waltz up to the office and say 'hey, we heard you were the new gym coach and just came to welcome you'," She explained.

"Oh my Gosh. How hard can it be to just do that?" I asked.

"Very hard because what if he isn't friendly? What if he's one of those good looking jerks?" She inquired.

"I can assure you that I'm not a good looking jerk," A deep voice responded from behind us. Caroline shrieked from being startled. That same voice chuckled while I stared at my friend like she had grown two heads.

"What? He startled me," She said. I turned my attention to the person who had suddenly spoke behind us and holy crap she wasn't kidding. The new coach had deep olive skin, pretty brown eyes, a toned muscular body that stood at a height of 6'0, low cheekbones, short jet black hair, an aquiline nose, and a very beautiful smile.

"Hi. I'm Ms. King, the fifth grade math teacher," I said.

"And I'm Ms. Irving, the fifth grade science teacher," Caroline said.

"Nice to meet, you ladies. I'm Coach Hernandez," He gave us both dazzling smiles.

"So are you single?" Caroline asked. Lord. Why? He chuckled.

"Caroline, really?" I asked.

"What? It's a completely valid question," She answered.

"I'm sorry about her. She needs Jesus," I told him.

"It's fine," He smiled, "I've been asked that a few times by the other teachers that work here."

"Can you blame them? You're hot," Caroline bluntly stated.

"Oh lord," I muttered under my breath. He laughed again.

"Thank you. I'm very flattered that you would say that," He told her.

"Thanks, handsome," Caroline smiled, "But we came here to welcome you to the school since you're new and all."

"Thank you so much. I appreciate you two welcoming me here," He said.

"You're welcome. We'll be going then so see you later," Caroline walked out of the gym.

"Is she always like that?" He asked.

"Like you wouldn't believe," I replied. We both laughed.

"I didn't catch your name," He said.

"That's because I didn't throw it," I replied.

"Touché," He smiled.

"If you want to know, then it's Emily," I informed.

"Alex," He answered.

"It was nice meeting you, Alex. I hope you enjoy your time here," I said.

"Thank you. I will," He nodded. I left the gym with the feeling of eyes on me as I walked away. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that he was checking me out. Once I rounded the corner away the gym, I was suddenly pulled into a corner by nine other than Caroline.

"He's hot isn't he?" She asked. I chuckled.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Yess!" She hissed. We both laughed and headed back to my classroom.

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