Forbidden Miss Foster

Chapter 2

Kennedy's POV

With my head down , I just followed the rest of the kids my age to where I needed to be. I smiled at a random lady , who I presumed was a teacher , who held the main theatre door open for me , and then walked into the hall. As much as I'm somebody who doesn't have much of an issue meeting new people , a single room full of three hundred new people was anxiety inducing to say the least.

"What form are you in , Miss?" I heard an unfamiliar voice ask.

"Huh?" I replied as I turned around , not even thinking about how I must've sounded.

My eyes widened when I came face-to-face with the head of sixth form , a lanyard around his neck balanced upon the blazer of his extremely smart and well ironed navy blue suit. I cleared my throat subtly , "Sorry , could you say that again please , sir?" I stuttered , not wanting to create a bad first impression with a member of the leadership team.

He could probably tell that I was new , as I saw his expression soften and he basically just dismissed my rude first reply. "Who's your form tutor , Miss?" he repeated.

"Miss Foster.." I said , in a monotone.

I couldn't help but smile slightly as I said her name , she was everything I liked in someone ; sarcastic , a dog-lover , and hot..really hot.

She had dark , brunette hair that sat just below her boobs that had a sexy wave/curl to it which framed her face perfectly. She had a slim face but her cheeks rounded out when she smiled , her eyes were brown with a slight hint of blue , and her lips were full , I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought they looked kissable too.

She was tall and had the curves of someone resembling some sort of goddess , I envied her on that front. She wasn't particularly skinny , or anything close to it , but she had a slim figure with bigger thighs and rounder hips , which I absolutely adored on a woman , especially an older one.

She wore several silver rings on almost every one of her fingers , all apart from her ring finger. Several silver bracelets lined each one of her wrists and she wore matching large , but not too large , silver hoops in her ears. She was one of those people you'd look at and think , 'she's too attractive to be a teacher', but I was definitely not complaining , getting to spend at least three hours with her three out of five days a week would be a pleasure to say the least.

"Miss Foster's form is sat at the front left of the room , take a seat and listen out for your name to be called for attendance." , Mr George said with a friendly smile. Mr George is the name I read off of his lanyard , that's a name I should probably make an extra effort to remember.

I nodded my head , shot him a quick smile and then scanned my eyes around the room in an attempt to locate Miss Foster. It took me only a couple of seconds before I spotted her at the front of the hall , talking to another teacher.

I took a breath and then began walking past a lot of other students in order to get to my seat , they were talking and laughing in their pre-made friendship groups they had probably formed over their last few years at this school. It was daunting , knowing nobody and being expected to just fit right in with new people and their friends.

I kept my head down until I made it to the front left of the room and found an empty seat . On the end of the front row there was one left conveniently vacant , meaning that fortunately for me and my clumsy tendencies, I wouldn't have to clamber over people in order to sit down . I took my bag off of my shoulder , set it down on the floor in front of me , crossed my legs and played with my fingers absent mindedly in my lap , waiting for my name to be called.

"Kennedy?" I heard Miss Foster pipe up after a couple of minutes.

I looked over at her and smiled , "Yes Miss.." I replied. She smiled at me for a second or so before looking away again and calling on the next person. Generally , I wasn't an overly nervous person , but locking eyes with her accompanied by even the smallest of smiles , brought on a significant degree of gay panic.

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"Good morning Year 12.." , Mr George addressed the hall of people from on top of the stage.

The chatter between students quickly died down and everybody refocused their attention onto him.

"Welcome back , I hope you all had a great summer. Instead of form time this morning, the leadership team and I thought it was important you all had an introductory assembly to Sumchester Sixth Form , as I know a few of you are new and have joined us from other schools.." he said , projecting his voice so the people at the back of the hall could hear him.

I'll be honest , I probably only listened to the first seven minutes of the assembly. Miss Foster was sat just a few feet away from me at the front of the room and I couldn't help but look at her .The more I looked at her , the more attractive she became. She was probably five or so years older than me , and if she was anything more than that , she definitely looked good for her age.

There was something about the way somebody looked when they didn't know anybody was watching , they were always their most beautiful.

As my mind wandered , I kept on circling back to the fact that she was my teacher and nothing would and/or could ever happen between the two of us , but even so , there was something about her that enticed me and wanted to grow closer to her.

It went without saying that she was exceptionally beautiful , and her entire demeanour was a sexy balance of no-bullshit-taking but also kindness and warmth. The way she clenched her jaw subconsciously and occasionally stuck her tongue into the side of her cheek was so stupidly hot ; just looking at her I could feel myself sinking into my former fifteen year old mindset , the one that sought out praise and attention from attractive older women. But now , I want nothing more than to-

I was immediately dragged from my thoughts and back into the room when Miss Foster took a quick glance over her shoulder and caught me staring , her eyes meeting my gaze. Usually if someone caught me staring at them , especially if that person was extremely attractive , I would quickly shift my eye-line and look away , embarrassed that they even caught me in the first place. However this time , my body dominated my instincts and held the eye contact.

It felt as if she was staring into my soul , and as intimidating as it was , I could feel my lips curling into a smile as I stared right back at her. I was allured by the fear.

She smiled back at me before turning around again and re-centering her attention onto Mr George's assembly.

It felt as if the moment lasted minutes , when in reality it was no longer than a few seconds at most.

Once she had looked away I found it difficult to wipe that smile from my face , I just looked down at my lap and twiddled the rings on my fingers in order to disguise it , biting the inside of my cheek on one side to try and rid the grin from my expression.

My god was this going to be a fun year.

A/N : Hey guys! Once again , if you're reading this please do leave a comment on how you felt about this chapter, I really hope you enjoyed it!!

- L