Your name is Dave Strider and you are currently checking your teacher out.
You can't help yourself. The way his hair sticks out in awkward angles and how there's always an angry expression etched onto his face. His short and slender body with the slightly feminine hips, and the way they sway while he's walking around the classroom or how his ass looks when he's bent over a desk to help a student with their work makes you think some of the nastiest thoughts you didn't even know your mind could create.
Oh God, the things you would do to him. You're a good four inches taller than he is, which would make it that much easier to dominate him, grab him by the shoulders, shove him against the wall, and make that man yours in more ways than one.
You lay your head on your desk and continue to think those awful thoughts about your teacher until you feel a particularly rough jab to the shoulder. You raise your head up to see a not so pleased Mr. Vantas.
"Strider."
"Yes, Mr. Vantas?" You give him a sickeningly sweet smile.
"Why aren't you doing the work I assigned?"
"Well, that would require me to put in effort, and Striders don't waste their effort on pointless things like schoolwork."
He glared at you with a deep scowl.
"Yeah. Pretty ironic isn't it?" You lower your face to peek at him from the top of your shades and smirk.
"No. I think you should stay after class with me today so we can talk about your productivity and grades in this class."
"Ah, fine. Whatever." You wave your hand towards him dismissively.
He gave you another stern glance before turning away from you and walking over to his desk to sit down in front of his computer. Your eyes stayed on his hips the entire time.
You spent the rest of the class period with your head resting on your hand propped up by your elbow, staring blankly at the wall and waiting for the bell to ring, not paying much attention to the things around you.
When class finally let out, students hurriedly packed up their things and rushed out of the classroom with a quiet chatter.
Once the room was empty, you pulled a chair from a desk and dragged it up to the front of Mr. Vantas' desk and plopped yourself down in it then crossed your arms across your chest.
"You wanted to see me? Which I can totally understand why, I mean look at me. I'm hot."
He curled his upper lip up in disgust and glared at you.
"Shut your mouth, Strider. I want to talk to you about the fact that you're failing this class. Why won't you just do your work and stop spacing out in class?"
"Because I've got better things to think about, obviously."
"Oh, please enlighten me on the thoughts running through your head that are so much more important than my class."
You wanted to tell him that the only thing you ever thought about in his class was bending him over a desk and having your way with him for hours at a time, but that probably wouldn't go over very well for many reasons.
"It's..a secret." You winced on the inside as soon as the words came from your mouth. Smooth Dave, real smooth. Way to make yourself sound like a fucking four year old schoolgirl trying to hide her crush for a boy on the playground.
"A secret? That's very mature. Anyways, ignoring your idiocy, I think you need a tutor. You seem to have trouble paying attention when I teach and you never do any of your work. Now, I don't know if you won't do it because you don't feel like it, or it's because you really don't know what to do and you don't want to admit that and ruin your ego."
Oh hell no. You shot out of your chair so fast it toppled over behind you and you slammed your hands on his desk. You stared him straight in the eyes through your shades.
"I do not need a tutor. Tutors are for dumbass kids who can't tell left from right. I'm too good for a tutor. Dave Strider does not need a tutor."
"That's the only thing I think that can even possibly help you at this point."
"Can't I do some sort of..extra credit assignment or some shit like that?"
He rolled his eyes and gave you a ridiculous look.
"Watch your language. Anyways, that would have to be one hell of an assignment, Strider. It takes a lot to impress me and I doubt any measly little project you do will do the trick."
"Why don't I just write an essay about trees? Trees are good."
"Not good enough to bring your grade up more than two points, and trust me, you need more points than that."
"Well, what am I supposed to do then?! You need to help me out here, Mr. Vant-ass."
You snickered when his eyes narrowed dangerously at your little nickname, then you slammed your upper body against his desk and groaned loudly. You are so screwed, and you know it.
"I think I have a pretty good idea that could benefit the both of us."
Your head snapped up to look at him with surprised and slightly hopeful eyes.
"Why don't you stay after class with me about three or four times a week and I can tutor you myself. That way you aren't stuck with some stupid kid who won't even help you and I can make sure you're learning the proper things."
You totally didn't just squeal internally at the thought of spending some time with your hot teacher. Who cares if it's at a school, you two are alone together and that's all that matters to you at this point.
"Alright, cool. I'm down with it."
He nodded his head approvingly towards you then stood up and offered his hand to you, silently asking you to shake it.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Strider."
Whoa, this dude seriously needs to chill. This isn't some important job interview that my entire life depends on.
You stared blankly at his extended hand until he glared at you and lowered it back to his side.
"Alright, get out. I've had enough of you today. We start tutoring tomorrow."
You lifted yourself off his desk and picked up the chair you knocked over earlier, scooting it back to it's respective desk. You began walking out of the room then turned around to give him a thumbs up and famous Strider smirk before turning back around and leaving the room.
You smiled when you heard an angry scoff coming from the room you just exited.
Your name is Dave Strider and you can't wait until tomorrow.