you are 18
finn is aged up to 24
NOT CHECKED!
"he's literally our fucking teacher." jack whispered.
"plus he's like thirty..." he added, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
i stared at him, "would you shut up? he's not thirty, he told us in the presentation that he's twenty-four, dumbass."
jack rolled his eyes, bringing his attention back to the movie that mr. wolfhard was playing for us.
"all i'm saying is that it's senior year, this was
supposed to be the year that we party like crazy, get into some shit. now all you wanna do is talk about our dumb history teacher." jack whispered again, but more aggressively.
i turned around to face him, "you are so full of shit! we've spent every year of high school together, i'm still me."
"yeah but you don't seem as interested as before... remember you said you wanted to become a sex god before college? this is the year we focus on our reputations!" he exclaimed.
"ms. y/l/n, mr. grazer! is there something you would like to share with the class?" mr. wolfhard asked, pausing the movie.
i turned around to face him, seeing his eyes burn holes into me.
i was in big trouble.
"n-no, sir." jack stuttered.
mr. wolfhard hummed, running his large bony hands through his black curls.
"are you sure? because it seemed like your conversation with y/n was more important than the movie documentary i put on..."
jack shook his head, thinking of words to say, but nothing came out of his mouth.
mr. wolfhard nodded, "that's what i thought. you have detention saturday. i expect to see your face here at 9:30 am."
jack scoffed, instantly regretting it though.
"what was that?" mr. wolfhard asked.
"sorry, i said nothing." jack squeaked.
mr. wolfhard turned to unpause the movie, ignoring everyone laughing at jack.
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after the movie ended, the bell rang.
everyone rushed out, considering that history was our last class of the day.
"y/n, stay. we need to talk about your paper that you turned in last week. jack, meet me here saturday, i mean it." he pointed at jack as he left.
"yeah, don't worry i'll be here... dick." jack mumbled the last part as he walked off.
mr. wolfhard huffed, turning back to face me.
i crossed my arms, "what is it, finn?"
he turned to walk to the door, closing it & locking it. he pulled the visor down so it covered the tiny window.
"what have i told you about talking to other boys while in my class, kitten?" he questioned, walking back to my desk & leaning against it.
i glanced down at his arms, where his sleeves were rolled up, "i'm sorry. i can't just ignore him, he's my bestfriend." i pouted, hoping it would get me off of the hook.
finn stared at me before smirking, "hmm, it would be a shame if mr. grazer failed my class because he can never stop talking to a specific young lady... who has a boyfriend." he grinned.
"you wouldn't!" i gasped. i knew finn, & i knew he would do it. he gets jealous easily.
"try me." he chuckled.
"listen i'm not asking you to stop being his friend... i just want you to stop wearing those skimpy little skirts, some of the teachers are wondering why i never dress code you. & i also want you to stop talking to him every chance you get. i know he doesn't like me, don't want him to fill that pretty little head of yours with lies that he says about me." he added.
"my skirts aren't that skimpy." i grinned, glancing down to my thighs where my skirt just barley covered me.
finn laughed, "is that really what you took from that whole little speech i just gave you?"
i looked back up at him, "i wear these skirts for you-"
"y/n, not right now. we're still on school grounds. just tell me you'll stop talking to him so much or i will fail him with no hesitation." he stated. his eyes were intently watching me so i took it as a sign that he was being serious.
"fine. i'll talk to him less. promise." i agreed.
he looked around for a second, bringing his large, pale hand to my jaw, "good girl."
he quickly pressed his lips to mine.
after he pulled away he leaned back, straightening his posture.
"i can't believe you gave him detention saturday when we could've been hanging out... let alone you gave him detention infront of everyone but failed to give me one." i said, crossing my arms.
"i can see how that looks now that you mention it... but i didn't feel like giving my girlfriend detention after some jackass was the one who disrupted my class." he explained.
i laughed, moving my hair out of my face.
"babe, no offense but i wasn't even paying attention to the movie."
he walked over to his desk, putting away his stuff into his bag, "neither was i... not that i had to. but my mind was occupied on watching you... & jack. little does he know that you're already a sex god."
"finn! you heard that?" i groaned.
he smiled, "he wasn't exactly very quiet, kitten. plus you two sit near my desk, can't believe that little shit called me thirty." he chuckled towards the end of his sentence.
"exactly!" i laughed.
finn pulled out his papers, going through them for a second before pulling mine out,
"i gave you an a."
i stared at the paper, "did i actually deserve this... or did you just give me a good grade because i gave you head that afternoon?"
finn laughed again, shaking his head.
"a bit of both."
i got up, making sure to pull my skirt down.
"pulling it down won't help, i could see between your legs today while you were sitting... lace? nice." finn commented, biting his lip.
i grabbed my bag & walked over to him, nudging him.
"you're supposed to be professional at school."
"i'm always professional, i don't know what you're talking about..." he grabbed his coat.
"i love you, text me when you get home." he smacked my ass on my way out.
"i love you too, mr. wolfhard."
1060 wc
i love this concept omg
