SIMON WASN'T PLEASED.
Not in the slightest. But he didn't let it show, being positive and vibrant like always. His golden eyes scanned his busy classroom, narrowing over an empty space that remained vacant although class has started five minutes ago.
Usually he wouldn't pay it any mind if one of his students was late, being laidback about it but this wasn't just anyone. And with the way Brendan kept on glancing at the door every few seconds, confusion marring his face - looks like he wasn't the only one.
The door creaked open as a figure slipped through, the girl trying to make herself seem as small as possible as to not direct any attention towards her. (Y/N) quietly made her way towards his desk, her head bowed in apology. "I'm sorry for being late" she mumbled, a faint flush to her cheeks. "I was with Mr. Castillo."
Mr. Simon's smile didn't waver, an inkling settling into the pit of his stomach. "Do you have a note?"
She hesitated.
He could see the conflict within her eyes but nonetheless she handed him a slip of folded paper a moment later - her hand slightly shaking. Accepting the note, he opened it just as he heard a sharp inhale.
Mr. Simon read over the words, eyes rooted to a select few words that Castillo had made sure to highlight. The golden-eyed male's smile tightened ever so slightly, the corners of his mouth dropping with every word.
His eyes suddenly latched upon hers, expression mellowing out. "Thank you. You can go and take a seat (L/N)."
(Y/N) shuffled her feet, a flash of hot embarrassment shooting through her. She dropped her head, turning around to scurry to her seat as Brendan raised a brow, mouth soundlessly moving to greet the girl.
Mr. Simon crumpled the paper in his fist.
He threw it into the trash without another thought, continuing on with his lesson - one golden eye kept close on the girl who refused to look at him.
"Where the hell have you been?" whispered Brendan, analyzing her from head to toe. "I looked for you everywhere."
(Y/N) laid down her bag on the table, taking a seat. "I've been with...Mr... Castillo", catching herself, she almost forgot to add the honorific, memory flashing in her mind at what happened not too long ago.
"Wait" he started seriously, hazel eyes growing wider with every passing second. "Don't tell me..."
A nervous smile covered her lips, cheeks reddening from the stupendous look he was throwing at her, his mouth dropping open dramatically. "You fucked!" he exclaimed suddenly, pointing an accusing finger.
Several heads turned in their direction, annoyed and surprised by the sudden declaration, their classmates shot them dirty looks, muttering under their breaths and shaking their heads. Without them realizing, Mr. Simon's voice had lowered as he explained the topic they were learning.
(Y/N) smacked Brendan's head, hard enough to nearly make him ram into the table. "Are you insane!" she hissed, nervously looking around to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation. "Scream it louder will you, I don't think everyone heard."
He looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his head with a small pout hanging from his lips. "Sorry got too excited there since your love life is more interesting than mine."
"Mine is practically non-existent" he frowned, eccentric hair dropping as his mood plummeted. But just as quickly as it came, it was gone - a bright smile coating his lips. "So spill the tea and don't leave out any details. How big was he? Circumcised or not? Curved or straight? Did it look pretty? Was he shaved?"
The poor girl had to cover her hand over his mouth to stop his rambling, her cheeks burning darker with every point he started to list off. "We didn't fuck" she whisper-yelled, silently praying for her demise to come.
"Butfd sumtheng ded happin" he spoke around her hand, a devilish gleam in his eyes that grew bolder and mischievous.
(Y/N) took a deep breath to collect herself before telling him everything Mr. Castillo had said to her, glossing over the details of their intimate encounter. Brendan listened with rapt concentration, brows furrowed as he nodded and gasped at all the right parts.
He paid more attention than he did in his actual lessons.
"No way", eyes big and full of wonder, he leaned back in his seat, absorbing all the information. "You think he'd be down for a threesome? Can you try to convince him next time or maybe ask if I could watch, I don't mind. Anything to see that gorgeous man in action."
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. (Y/N)'s body tingled when she recounted the shortened version of the memory but she didn't dare linger on it too long.
Mr. Simon caught her eye momentarily.
"Wait let me get this straight. He said all the teachers are in on it right?..., trailing off, Brendan's face scrunched up in thought, voice dropping. "...That basically means Mr. Simon is also...part of it."
The two of them looked at their Physics teacher, the silver-streaked man, in the middle of explaining a formula with wild hand gestures that pulled a laugh from a few of his students. As if sensing their burning stares, he glanced in their direction with a wide grin.
"That man has the best ass in the world."
(Y/N) coughed into her hand, attempting to hide the horror and laughter that her companion said oh so seriously, an honest declaration he wasn't afraid to announce to the entire world.
Brendan suddenly pulled his notebook towards him, flipping to the last page to hastily begin to scribble something down. "What are you doing?" she asked, trying to sneak a peek over his shoulder.
"Gimme a minute". Sticking out his tongue, he pushed the book in the middle so the both of them could have a proper look. A messy list of names stared back at her.
Wayne - English
Volkov - Math
Stark - Bus/Econ
Petrikov - History
Carlson - Bio
Castillo - Chem
Simon - Phy
Young - PE
Miller - GS
Russo - Art
"Am I missing anyone?" he wondered, scanning down the list.
"No I think that's everyone right?" She checked carefully. "Yeah it is. Why?"
Brendan pondered for a few seconds. "He said that all the teachers are doing this bet...". He wrote down another name right at the bottom, 'hmming' to himself. "Does that mean..."
Tapping his pen against the name, (Y/N) moved closer to take a look, the name searing into her vision.
Parsons - Music
"Did he mean all of the teachers you have? Because you don't take music so would this include him as well?".
Her mind was galloping a mile a minute because Brendan was right, she didn't take music as a subject. Uncertainty rose up within her, staring at the written name. "I don't think so? I'm not sure."
"Because if he is included, you're one lucky bitch because as scary and intimidating as he seems, he's totally amazing and gorgeous and I swear the only reason why I ever took music was to be able to breathe the same air as him."
Brendan swooned in his seat, fainting dramatically. "Those brown eyes can set me on fire any day. Beautiful hands can strangle the life out of me. He's thicc thicc if you know what I mean. Not Mr. Simon thicc but a close second" winked the shorter male.
"How is he as a teacher? I've only seen him around before" asked (Y/N), ignoring the heart eyes from him that nearly blinded her own the longer she kept looking. "There's not that many of us in the class to be honest, but he's actually pretty sweet and goofy at times when he's not scowling but fuck, that man surely can play the guitar and piano. It's almost orgasmic to listen to".
Brendan kept on going on and on about Mr. Parsons, listing all the beautiful and amazing attributes. Laughing, the two of them gossiped and spoke for the remainder of the lesson, forgetting about the list of names and the game that was looming over (Y/N)'s head.
Not realizing that in fact - a name has not been written down because after all;
Davenport wasn't a teacher.
YOU ARE READING
Teachers bet
RomanceNOT MY STORY Since my friend doesn't know the characters in this fanfic, I've altered the names, because I still want her to read it. (I got this off an account that was deleted.)
