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Actually had no internet for like … 4 days x_x so I turned to writing to pass the time haha.

So … I've been thinking really hard about updating fics I started ages ago (as part of wanting to really finish my stories and not just START THEM and forget them as I have a bad habit of doing) and it led me to this one mostly because SO MANY reviews were left for it since the last update.

So I really hope some of y'all remember it still and read this long belated update!

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Shoutout: To SeaEmerald! You mentioned you'd like to see this updated so tada!

Enjoy, I hope!

A sharp gasp left her lips as she felt all of Scam's body weight heavily pinning her to the door.

"What the … What's he doing?!"Sam thought, her eyes wide in alarm as she felt him press her harder and harder into the door till the point where the wood was digging into her back and starting to cause pain.

"Scam?! What the hell? Let go of me!" Sam protested angrily, trying to push him back with her own body. But any attempt she made to knee him or shove him was halted by him adding even more pressure and squishing her harder, and by now could feel his entire chest flattening hers while his fingers dug in deeper to the pale flesh of her upper arms nearly leaving imprints of his digits.

A few more minutes of her trying to wiggle herself free with no results left her feeling small and weak in comparison to him, a feeling she loathed feeling.

Frustrated beyond words she shouted again this time more demandingly letting him know she wasn't kidding around and she wanted him to stop this nonsense right now.

"GET OFF OF ME RIGHT NO-"

"You better listen up Samantha, and listen good…" his livid voice hissed down at her cutting her off. When her eyes flicked to his and he knew he had her attention he went on still holding onto her tightly to keep her in place where he wanted her.

"I'm only going to say this ONCE. This isn't WOOHP, nor are you on a mission where Jerry has sent you to hunt me down so you'll get away with being a little bitch to me."

Her outraged gasp was all the reaction he needed to keep going.

"…Because I'm the lowly criminal and you're the high and mighty super spy arresting him. No, here the roles are switched. Here I am in charge. I am your teacher, this is my classroom and while you occupy it, you will behave.

Sam's eye twitched in response to all the domineering in his tone. She couldn't put into words just how badly she wanted to slap him right now. Just backhand him across the face.

She had to fight with herself not to do just that when he finally eased up his hold on her a little and took a step back.

"Now…" he started calmly. "If your only purpose of being in my class is to get in my face and cause problems then you can get lost. Go down to the principal's office, get another course withdrawal form, and I'll sign it happily. I have no desire whatsoever to deal with your juvenile antics," he frowned, seething.

"All you do is take up a seat in my course and I really am not desperate for you to be the one filling it. There are about 25 students on the wait-list, I'd wager any of which would be more than happy to take your place and actually want to learn a thing or two."

"I did want to learn!" Sam glowered back at him. "I was super excited about this class BEFORE I found out that it was you who'd be teaching it!" Remembering just how excited she'd been and how badly her joy had vanished upon seeing his face her face grew more sour. "Someone that I hate!"

He stood there for a long moment just studying her face and all the open repulsion on it for him before a slow smirk graced his lips. Then he spoke again, this time his voice a meticulous balance of mockery and nonchalance.

"You keep saying that you hate me as if it's supposed to bother me or something." Crossing his arms over his chest he shrugged. "Well it doesn't," he informed her curtly. "Because I hate you too, hate you so much more," he emphasized and for some reason Sam felt a shudder flicker down her spine at that and the way he said it.

His voice was so cold, so ruthless. As though if he could have it his way then he truly would just tear her throat out with his bare hands right this second. And she couldn't help but gulp.

"More than you could ever fathom," he spat remembering just how many times she'd helped lock him away and gotten in his way. "However…" he said, steering the conversation back to its purpose. "Your hatred of me is still no excuse for you to act like an idiot in my class."

Hearing her gasp again at his name-calling, he ignored it and kept talking wanting to get this over with and get on with his life. "Don't like me? I don't care. You're not the first student to dislike your teacher and you won't be the last. You're not 4 years old. So act your age and stop whining," he chastised giving her an annoyed frown.

"And if you don't then I will. If you misbehave in my class I will give you detention after detention without hesitation. And if all those detentions lead you to eventual suspensions and then being held back a year due to missing too much of your classes … imagine how that would look on your record. The same which right now has colleges sending you early admissions and scholarships," he threatened and Sam couldn't help but falter at the thought of her spotless record becoming tainted.

"And maybe then…" he went on taking no mercy on her. "In retrospect treating me like trash and acting like a pretentious little snob won't seem like such a good idea."

Taking her silence as agreement Scam smirked deeply feeling victorious. "So here are your options," he said raising his left hand and counting off his fingers for her. "Option one, stay and act like a proper student. Option two, leave. And option three, stay but don't behave and I'll take great pleasure in reprimanding you. Choose wisely," he cautioned to the girl who stood there speechlessly shaking in rage.

Glaring daggers back at him, Sam could not stand the way he barking orders at her. Just who did he think he was? Did he really expect to get away with this? That she would let him?

"I know you're up to something!" Sam snapped boldly finally breaking her silence. "I know this is part of some evil plan. I don't buy it for a second that you're here to just teach," she eyed him with narrowed, suspicious eyes as she said that, telling him that she was seeing right through him.

But he just yawned tiredly before shaking his head at her. "I really don't give a damn about your theories Samantha," he retorted dismissively. "But you're free to entertain yourself with them if that's how you wish to spend your time. Go ahead and tell yourself that I'm an alien from Mars for all I care."

Only getting angrier at him not taking her seriously Sam stepped closer to him and looked him dead in the eye. "I swear to you, I promise that I WILL find a way to get you kicked out of this job. You won't stay here for long so go ahead and enjoy your little adventure; it's gonna be brief." She smirked.

"But hey, at least it'll give you something to talk about when you get back to where you belong in prison with the rest of your kind. So go ahead stay just don't get too comfy…" Her eyes flicked past him towards the teacher's desk before landing back on his face again. "In that chair."

Scam said nothing, his face a blank slate hiding the amusement he felt right now. He could see all the misplaced pride on her face. She did, she honestly did believe that she scared him. And at that his urge to burst out laughing at how pathetically wrong she was was almost unbearable. Wasn't she supposed to be smart? Then why was so acting so clueless?

"Is that a threat?" he finally asked, humoring her.

"It's a declaration," she announced letting him know she meant business.

A short chuckle left him as he was unable to hold it back anymore. "Despite knowing me for years, you really don't know me very well do you? Well then let me educate you about myself a little bit…" He trailed off bending his head and making a show of lowering it until he reached her much smaller height.

"I don't scare easy … and I'm certainly not afraid of a little girl like you," he whispered with his nose less than an inch from hers letting him take in every tremble of her jaw and every current in the tsunami of hatred brewing in her eyes.

"You do not intimidate me," he stated adding more fuel to her fire. "Never have, and never will."

Realizing that all he was trying to do was belittle her and make her feel tiny and weak and insignificant so that she'd back off him, Sam shook her head and stood her ground. Telling him "no" that would not work on her. The she would not let him make her feel that way. She was going to be listened to and she was going to make him hear her no matter what tricks he tried to pull.

"You better listen to me Tim Scam," She screamed right into his face, pressing her nose into his now. "I will stop you one way or another. You are going to do something to ruin this, I KNOW you will," she sneered. "And when you do I will be right there…"

She smirked reaching down and grabbing hold of his wrists leaving him to stiffen. "To put handcuffs on your wrists just like I always have," she taunted rudely wanting to make him mad. Wanting him to give her a reason to go into spy mode.

For him to hit her, shove her away, do something, anything to let her take action.

But unfortunately for her two seconds later he just coolly replied with a "good luck" even daring enough to give her a sweet, and obviously fake smile when he said it.

A low mewl of discontent left her lips at him reading her with so much ease and bypassing her trap. Annoyed she gave him a death glare accompanied with a pout in such a way that Scam almost felt bad for her. She looked so let down, so downright cheated that he hadn't taken her little bait that she'd laid with so much effort.

In fact in all his years of knowing her. he'd only ever seen her so disappointed in him once before. His mind couldn't help but remember a memory tucked away in the very back of his brain, of when he'd first met her and she'd learned he was a bad guy on the wrong side of the law that she so cherished and upheld:

Her voice pulling him out of the flashback of his sad past, Scam glanced back at the redhead with stunned eyes as he listened to her unexpected confession.

"I can't believe I thought you were actually cool," she whispered looking wounded, her emerald eyes the definition of disappointment and disbelief in both him and herself. "You seemed so smart …" she admitted before her face contorted into one of pure, unhampered hatred as every trace of affection that had been there previously faded away.

She huffed and glared embers at him, balling up her fists. "But now I see you're just another run of the mill terrorist! We are like so over!"

And something happened right then as he stood there remembering that with her fuming and standing there holding him now. Her hands were tight on his wrists as she pouted away expressing her deep displeasure towards him.

And he found himself suddenly distracted as his thoughts became oddly hazy. It was different when he'd looked at her back then through the blurry monitor screen when she had been floating in that shuttle in outer space where he'd put her in the course of his plan. He hadn't had a chance to really focus, to see her up so closely before as he was now.

For the first time he noticed how big, round, vibrant, and green her eyes were. How her long, thick lashes framed them so gorgeously. The shape of her curved, small, button-like nose. How her orange-red hair suited her porcelain complexion in such a complementary manner. And how pink and full, how soft her lips looked. She was, dare he say it, really, really beautiful.

And with that realization a strange and very strong urge came over him. He couldn't help but notice also just how close she was to him right now. Close enough that he could detect every breath she was taking. Close enough to feel the heat of her body tingling against his own. Close enough to just use her own hold on him to just tug her a little closer to eliminate that tiny gap left between their faces and just ….

Kiss her.

His eyes widening, he suddenly yanked his hands from hers with force and took a few steps back as rapidly as one would run from a ticking time bomb.

The distance helped him in coming to his senses and when he finally regained them completely, he stood there disgusted with himself hardly believing the thoughts that had just gone though his head. What was wrong with him?

"What the hell, Tim?!" he thought to himself highly disturbed with himself before he shook his head as if to knock that moment out of it permanently. When he finally had a grip on his composure he spoke to her but without looking at her face.

"As much as I'm relishing this pleasant conversation," he started, attempting sarcasm but failing and sounding off and awkward. Clearing his throat, with some effort, he finally rebounded a moment later with a stern, "You have a detention to serve."

"So you're not going to use the full 45 minutes to lecture me about how I need to be a good, little girl in your classroom?" Sam interrupted him, hands on her hips as she gave him her usual dirty look making it evident she hadn't picked up on what had happened just moments before.

"Oh you wish it was going to that easy," he whispered, smirking and she jumped a foot in the air with a small yelp when he kicked over a desk.

Hand over her heart to recover from being startled like that, she was about to ask him why he'd done that when she saw him pointing to the underside of the desk.

Quickly putting two and two together that he wanted her to scrape gum off the bottom of the classroom desks, a gasp left her and she started screeching loudly like a banshee. "This is sooo not a valid punishment!" She howled incensed.

"It sooo is," he grinned, talking like her to irritate her more. "In fact I asked around for suggestions and your peer Lance Adams served this exact punishment just one day ago as decided by your math teacher, Mr. Moore."

Growling, Sam almost stamped her feet for being compared to that loser of a student who was nothing but a lowdown, trouble-making bully.

"Lance deserved it!" She declared. "He broke into the classroom overnight and left a totally immature doodle of Mr. Moore on the blackboard for everyone to see! He earned having to clean off gum! I didn't!"

"Oh but I disagree," Scam retorted not budging one bit from his decision. "This is a perfectly fitting punishment for you because after this, after having to touch all the saliva from your classmates' mouths, next time you'll think twice about ever opening yours in my classroom."

"But! B-but-" Sam stammered.

"No buts," he waved a hand at her to shut her up. "According to my training, a teacher is well within their rights to discipline their student in whatever means they see fit for bad behaviour so long as said punishment has prior precedent and is not overly excessive."

And at that moment Sam sadly came to the conclusion that he was right. He had done his research on this. The arrogant pig that he was, he was prepared for anything just like always.

Smirking at the sweet, prolonged sound of silence that followed like music to his ears, Scam knew he had won.

"Get to work," he announced, smirking like the asshole that he had a lifelong habit of being as he walked over to his desk and sat down at his laptop to work on tomorrow's lesson plan at long last.

From the corner of his eye he saw her standing there still enraged, not moving even though she had no choice but to do what he'd said if she ever wanted to get out of here. Deciding to help her get started he spoke again with his eyes on his screen, giving her as little attention as possible.

"You'll find something you can use to scrape the gum off in the back of the classroom. Or use your nails," he suggested helpfully. "I really don't care how you do it but there better not be any gum on any of those desks by the time your detention ends or-"

"OR WHAT?! Sam barked, nearly taking off one of her high heels and launching it at him like a projectile.

His eyes glanced up to find her huffing and puffing once more. Her face red and her nostrils flaring like an angry lioness as her chest heaved up and down with gusto.

But he just raised an eyebrow at her challengingly. "Or you'll earn yourself another detention. And just think for a moment. If you're so … excited," he grinned deviously at his chosen word. "At having to clean gum off desks, just think about what else I might have planned for you," he drawled leaning forward with his elbows on the table and bringing his hands together, drumming his fingertips against each other and giving her a purely demonic looking smirk.

"…"

A deep sigh left Sam's lips as she dropped her head in defeat and quickly got to work. She would fight Scam, she really would but she had homework piled up from other classes to do when she finally got to go home.

Besides, it wasn't like she was going to get another detention from him, she consoled herself. This was the only time he'd get to do this so it was okay, let him enjoy it like the bastard he was. She'd get him back for it eventually. Oh yes, she'd pay him back for it all one day.

She could feel him smirking hard from behind his laptop as her bare knees hit the cold tiles and she flinched at the flecks of gum that landed on her cute new outfit as she scraped away moving from desk to desk.

Grimacing, she knew Mandy was largely responsible for the endless deposits of chewed gum she was dealing with, having a nasty habit of doing so because she was, as she'd said in her own words "too posh" to go anywhere NEAR a garbage can.

If Mandy could see her picking up after her like some servant as she was right now, oh the field day she'd have. At that humiliating thought she could not help herself and found herself yelling again at the man that had put her in this position once more.

"This entertains you, doesn't it?!"

He was forced to stifle a laugh into his fist when he heard her voice pierce the silence that had lasted for all but two minutes.

She just couldn't help herself, could she? No she just needed to lash out at him. To show how much she hated him when he was in earshot. She honestly reminded him of a wet cat needing to be dramatic, to meow, and hiss and make a fuss to show its discomfort.

"You just love trying to grind my gears don't you?" he finally said giving her a knowing look.

"Why shouldn't I?!" Sam hissed gritting her teeth as she clutched the tool in her hand hard enough that her fist turned snow white. "You've been grinding MINE for years!"

"So you're wearing a little revenge?" He quipped, leaning back in his chair elegantly and watching her for a moment of entertainment.

"I'll call it justice," she spat viciously. But he just chuckled again unbothered as usual by her attempts to snipe at him as he went right back to his computer and ignored her and kept doing so this time no matter how much she made her intentionally annoying sounds to get his attention again. He didn't for a moment spare a single glance at her as he typed away.

And she hated that. Hated him treating her like she was invisible. Like she didn't bother him as much as he bothered her.

"I know this isn't about punishing a student for being bad!" She called out not caring if he laughed again because this was just about one thing, and one thing only; abusing his newfound power over her to get back at her for all the times she put him in jail.

No she wouldn't allow him to hide behind his innocent disguise of a teacher for that. She would make him say it like it was. He couldn't fool her.

She shouted again when he didn't say anything in response, demanding he notice her right this second.

"Yea, you're definitely having the time of your life having me drop down to my knees and do something this filthy to pleasure you!"

But when he finally opened his mouth and gave her the reply she so valiantly was battling with him for, she didn't expect the words that came from him even in her wildest dreams.

"…Making sexual innuendos at your teacher is cause for much more serious punishment than just detention, Miss Simpson."

Sam's face burned like the very surface of the sun as her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets when it hit her what she'd actually said and how he'd interpreted it, and she shut her mouth immediately and turned her back to Scam, getting back to work while frantically trying to get that image out of her head even though that was all she could think of now.

Keeping her head down as she moved about from desk to desk, she couldn't held but catch sight of Scam's feet from under his desk, resting against the carpet in the pair of black, leather boots he wore.

They were … big.

And she sucked in a breath, her face catching fire again when she remembered something Clover often shamelessly said while ogling at guys, coupled with the last words she'd said to Scam. She could feel herself squirming in her place and wanting to faint.

Fanning herself profusely with her spatula for a few, she failed in calming down and forced herself to look at the hideous gobs of pink and grey chewed gum she was scooping into the Styrofoam cup. That finally did the trick and she felt relieved.

But when she was taking a break some half hour later, needing to do so due to her arms aching from her manual labor and threatening to fall off, she found herself sneaking a discreet peek at Tim Scam through the curtain of her red hair so that he couldn't know that she was watching him.

He was no longer seated and was standing up now, his back to her as he spoke to himself, giving dictation under his breath and writing neatly on the chalkboard with a white piece of chalk. And for some reason she found her gaze gluing itself to him like super glue and taking him in, memorizing him distractedly.

She'd never realized just how tall Scam was. He towered over that board effortlessly; he had to be at least 6'3. Watching him pause for a second and roll back his shoulders, clearly trying to ease them from a long work day, she noted, fascinated how the fabric of his shirt became taut and pressed against his torso revealing even more blatantly the sheer broadness of his shoulders, the largeness of his back and how buff, how fit he was.

So much so that she could almost count off his muscles inside her head. He was a textbook image of what a flawless male physique would look like and subconsciously she licked and then bit her glossed lips as she kept watching him in a trance, running her gaze up and down the back of his body over and over again and taking mental notes on every part of him that was available for her to see.

His chiseled midsection which had not an inch of excess fat on it, his long, shaped, strong-looking legs, and his firm, perfect butt.

"He has a really nice body," she mused before telling herself that Mandy must seriously be rubbing off on her for her to think like that about Tim Scam of all men, trying to blame her for the wild thoughts she was having while blushing badly.

Wait why was she blushing again?!

Her heart jumped up and down inside her chest, she could hear it inside her eardrums louder than the soft tap, tap, tap of Scam's writing on the chalkboard as if going "tsk, tsk, tsk" at her for her checking him out like that, shaming her for being so thirsty and naughty. And yet she could not stop herself from staring at him.

She kept watching him and the more she did, the more realized just how attractive his form was, how much of a man he was instead of a boy like the ones she was surrounded by daily in this very high school. He was built well and with time, like an ancient tower with height and strength, able to sustain any force natural or unnatural that came its way.

And when he finally turned his head over his shoulder and looked at her, her breath caught in her throat as she looked at his face, really looked at it for once.

His dark brown hair, the few bangs both neatly and messily falling across his forehead, his bronze, tanned skin, his high cheekbones and structured jaw, his full lips and last but certainly not least his eyes, those ocean-like eyes, with flecks of light blue hidden deep within their dark green depths that made her feel like she was drowning inside them.

Had Scam seriously, seriously always been … this hot?

She was so into watching him, so consumed and captivated that she actually shook when she heard his voice telling her that that was enough and her detention was now over.

"… It is?" Sam said slowly, almost stupidly a prolonged moment later leaving him to cock an eyebrow at her in confusion, stunned that she hadn't apparently been counting the seconds and milliseconds till this detention was over as he'd expected.

And was it just his imagination ... Or was she looking rather spaced out? And why on earth was her face so feverish looking and … pink?

Wanting a clue to the mystery behind her uncharacteristic behaviour in his presence, Scam suddenly noticed the desk she was leaned over. The one he remembered assigning to David Desanto.

And he rolled his eyes remembering that Sam and her friends Clover, and Alex had heavy crushes on him from their girlish chit chats in between and on missions that he'd unfortunately sometimes had to listen to during his many years as their enemy.

"She must have been daydreaming about him again," he thought to himself, sickened.

"I hope you've learned your lesson Sam," he said strictly while wondering if she'd really spent the entirely of her detention lusting over David. It wasn't his problem if she had done that instead of thinking over why she was being punished as she was meant to. Because she would be back here again if she'd made that mistake.

And this time he'd give her something much worse for her to do where her brain wouldn't have the time to idly wander off into perverted fantasies about her little, boy toy.

"Go on now," he ordered nodding his head towards her, slipping on his black trench coat and picking up his bag ready to lock up the classroom and leave for the night.

Sam stood in silence blinking hard, her brain disoriented as she slowly returned to normal. And she grew pale as she asked herself … had she really been thinking of THAT? That about Scam?!

Gulping, feel bile rising in her throat she quickly set down her spatula and disposed of the cup she held into the trash bin in the corner of the room. Then she hastily scooped up her belongings and hurried out of the classroom, not saying a word, not even stopping to wash her hands as she rushed out needing to be far away from Tim Scam as soon as possible.

"Eww Sam!" She scolded herself, wanting to vomit. "How could you?!" She ranted in her head while Jerry's words returned to her about Scam's ability to charm people with ease and she became appalled with herself.

She thought of the female principal that let Scam have this job for that exact reason; his looks and charm. That was what started this whole mess in the first place!

"Ugh! Get a grip on yourself! Don't let him get to YOU of all people! You know he's evil and nothing but trouble!"

But still she found herself turning to take one final glance behind her at Scam as he was busied with locking up the door to EVIL101.

"What?" He muttered, annoyed when he caught her eyeing him for some reason instead of going home as she should be.

"Nothing!" She snapped, red-faced and equally annoyed before turning on her heel and finally running off at top speed intent on getting home as fast as her legs could carry her with only one task in mind.

And that was taking a nice, long, relaxing, hot (cold) shower to wash this whole detention from her memory as if it never took place.

Well … that was fun. *cackles *

Not the longest chapter I know but I mostly wrote this to assess if there was any interest left in it as it's been literal YEARS since I updated.

So if you liked this I would super appreciate hearing from you!

Please leave me a review and maybe this story can be one I revive! :D I don't want to put a whole bunch of work in a story if no one is reading it anymore, just saying. ^-^ Even though I do love me this idea lol.

Loveeeee,

Cresenta's Lark