One Way or Another

Essays

Harry's POV

Monday. The day the essays for Mr. Horan are due. I'm confident enough in mine, but also, the topic is something that could make Mr. Horan dislike me in an instant.

But whatever, I don't think a teacher will hate crime me. But of course, I never thought a teacher would kiss me either.

Speaking of which, Mr. Tomlinson is walking down the hallway right now. The first bell hasn't rung so I am just walking around with Ashton. Ashton looks straight ahead as we walk, easily being able to see over the people in front of us. I, however, cannot see above their chests.

Anyway so Mr. Tomlinson notices us and gives me a sly look and a nod. I smile and say up to Ashton, "Hey, uh, I think I'm going to go to class a little early."

Ashton raises an eyebrow at me but shrugs, "Whatever, be careful."

I skip off to Mr. Tomlinson's class instead of going to my own class. I inspect the silent, empty room. I place myself onto his chair and wait for him to come back in.

Mr. Tomlinson struts inside, stopping when he sees me. He closes the door behind him and approaches. He smirks as he speaks, "So are you the teacher now?"

I giggle in his seat and sit up, "Maybe."

Mr. Tomlinson bends down to kiss me softly. Then it turns from cute and soft to passionate and loud. He grabs my wrists and pulls me to stand up. Our lips continue to smack against each other in the silent classroom.

He reaches down to my hips, pulling me closer. Then his hands start to venture lower. My bum gets squeezed in his hands. I moan into his mouth, letting him move his own mouth down my jawline and to my neck.

A hand moves down my bum to pick up my skirt. He pulls up the backside and starts pushing at the seams of my panties. I whimper, begging for him to touch me. His mouth sucks on my skin as his hand leads itself towards my hole.

Then he suddenly stops.

"Mr. Tomlinson? What's wrong?" I ask, pitifully.

He moves his face from my neck, sniffing the air. Then realization hits his face as he moves his eyes to mine. He chuckles and gives my bum one last squeeze before putting my skirt back down.

"Slick, Harry?" He asks with a knowing smirk. "You're leaking, love." I blush and step away from him at the embarrassment. "Why don't you go clean yourself up and get to class? I'll see you later, omega." I nod and waddle my way to the door.

Being an omega sucks! I can't even control myself around alphas! My stupid slick pours out each time I get even a little horny.

All of my classes went fine, all the usual. And then it was time for Mr. Tomlinson's class.

I whisper back and forth with Luke all throughout class. Michael fell asleep and Ashton was doodling on Calum's hand.

"So?" Luke asks.

"So what?" I wonder quietly.

He rolls his eyes, "Are you, with anybody? Like a long-term alpha, or even some hookups? Have you ever been with a beta?"

I roll my eyes, "No! I don't really have anything like that. But it's fine, I don't really care."

Luke scoffs, "Yeah right! I bet you could get anybody! Like Michael said, anybody would want to get into your pants."

I give him a long look, wondering why he emphasized anybody. I open my mouth to ask but Mr. Tomlinson says, "Harry! Enough with the talking!"

"Sorry, sir." I mumble and look down at my desk. That ends our conversation and we just pay attention in class like losers.