SUP3RFRUIT Imagines

Teach Me.

A/N: if you gave me a request I promise I'm doing it I just had a sudden burst of inspiration.

Also did u miss me I'm sorry it takes me so long to write these.

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*Mitch's POV*

"Mitch!"

This dream is weird.

Who is tapping on me?

I hear something slam down on my desk.

I sit up and look at the paper.

I give Mr. Hoying a fearful look.

My dad's gonna kill me.

He turns to finish the lesson when the bell rings.

"See you tomorrow! Mitch, see me."

I audibly groan and go up to the front of the room.

He sits on his desk.

"Have a seat, I wanna talk."

I sit down and look at my nails.

He's hot when he's all authoritative.

"Your behavior is really bothering me, Mitch. You've been sleeping in class and not paying attention."

"I'm sorry." I say quietly.

"Because this is repetitive behavior, I'm gonna have to call your dad."

"No! Please, not again."

Last time I got in trouble for slacking off it didn't go over well.

"I'm sorry, Mitch. Go catch your bus."

He turns around and I stare at his backside as I walk out the door.

I look at the paper he gave me.

Detention tomorrow.

Great.

I get outside to my bus and head home.

I wish I was the last one home.

I get off the bus and walk into the front door.

I immediately head towards the stairs when:

"Mitchell."

I gulp and turn around to see my dad standing there.

"Why did you get detention?"

"I was sleeping..." I say quietly.

"It's your senior year, Mitch. Do you know how important this is?"

"Yes sir."

"Go do your homework. I'll call you for dinner."

"Yes sir." I say and go upstairs.

I spend about 30 minutes doing my homework and then play on my phone until dinner.

After dinner I take a shower and go to bed.

Dad came in and told me I'm grounded for the weekend, which sucks.

I also have detention tomorrow, which sucks more.

At least it's with Da-

Mr. Hoying.

*Saturday*

I wake up at my usual school time and put on sweatpants and a hoodie.

I grab my phone and charger and stuff them in my pocket.