CHAPTER TWENTY
"Morning, Mister Lucas." Miley smiled shyly when she walked into Math on Monday morning. Friday Miley didn't even have Math, and I didn't have an excuse to see her all weekend.
"Morning." I smiled as she sat down. I couldn't even tell her she looked beautiful today, this had to be the most screwed up relationship in the world. "How was everyone's weekend?" I grinned when the bell rang. "Everyone sufficiently recovered from their Hallowe'en hangovers?" This time I smirked and several of them blushed, even though I didn't have this class on Friday's half the school had been hungover after the dance on Thursday. It wasn't that I'd put a lot of the vodka in the punch, but someone must have re-spiked it after I left. "Well, that's good. I know I said I'd do it the next lesson, but I had to make sure the grades were right and I just finished grading your tests." I held up a stack of papers and the girls tittered. I crossed my arms and leant against my desk, eyeing them. "Let's see, we've got some C's, some D's, quite a few B's." I shuffled through, picking out a few tests. "Who wants to know what they got?" Almost ever hand flew into the air. "Parker, B plus." I handed her her test and she pouted. "Chris, B minus." I moved to the next student. "Mikey, Man, your grade's improving. Only three questions off perfect." I'd given him an A+ for the effort and the girls all whined, I was acutely aware that Miley was among them.
"Sorry, I'm late." The classroom door burst open and I glared. Jake fucking Ryan. "Big premier last night, I slept in." Jake sauntered to the back of the class with a smirk.
"This is a classroom, Mister Ryan." I ground out, clenching my fists and scrunching the tests as I did so. "You get here on time or I give you detention, I don't care who you are, unless you have a valid reason like a death in the family or illness." I felt a foot touch my leg and I looked down to see Miley staring at me and shaking her head minutely. "I may be laid back with the rules, but everyone else managed to be here on time." The door opened again and lunch lady Judy walked in all smiles with a tray complete with napkin and klosh.
"I didn't have time for breakfast." Jake explained with an arrogant shrug.
"Then you should have woken up on time, eaten breakfast, and been here for the start of class." I glared at him before turning to Judy. "I'm sorry, Judy, but Mister Ryan's in-class breakfast has been cancelled." Judy smiled and nodded. "Now, why don't you get that pretty little smile back to the kitchen where I'm the only one allowed to see it." Judy blushed and walked back out; lunch lady Judy had always liked me when I was at school. Come to think of it, most of the females - even the teachers - liked me when I was at school.
"You can't send my breakfast away." Jake protested, God I wanted to beat the shit out of him.
"I just did, Ryan." I snapped, "and unless you want to end this class with detention instead of a warning for being late then please, by all means, keep arguing." I prompted. I was pretty relaxed with the rules, if you're late once instead of automatic detention I give them a warning, if they're late twice it's a detention because I did give them fair warning. I glared at Jake and he glared right back at me, trying to assert his dominance as Alpha male, but this was my class, and Miley is mine. God, Miley didn't even have anything to do with this right now. Jake sighed and looked away, making me smirk triumphantly. "Amber Addison." I returned to the tests. "Your name is a double A, but your grade is a B." I handed her back her test. I continued through the class - actor bastard Jake Ryan got a C minus - until I was left with five tests and five confused students who hadn't received theirs back. Including Miley. "Who didn't get their test?" I asked and five hands raised. "Charlie." A quiet boy who kept to himself and was one of the smartest in his grade. "I keep true to my promises, one article of clothing for the rest of class for every perfect score." I handed Charlie White back his paper. "Pick something that comes off, Charlie." I held my arms out wide and smirked. Poor Charlie flushed and shrugged, mumbling under his breath.
"I-I don't know." He muttered as all he girls started hissing to him, telling him what to say. It was probably the first time a girl had ever talked to him. "Uh, y-your tie?"
"One tie." I loosened my tie before slipping it from around my neck and draping it around Miley's - most would think since she was the closest, but personally it was because I loved the blush that rose on her cheeks when I did it. "Katie." A girl in the middle of the class turned as red as her hair when I said her name and held up her test. "Perfect score, Katie. Pick something. Anything." I dared devilishly.
"Your shirt." Katie blurted out and the girls squealed.
"Come on, Girls, it's not like you haven't seen me work out before." I teased, rolling me eyes, I think the whole school had seen me work out with the JV's before. I started unbuttoning my shirt and I couldn't take my eyes off Miley as I did. Her bright blue eyes were darker than usual and glued to the skin I was revealing. I even saw her lick her lips as I shrugged the material off, the action sending arousal straight to my dick. "Alright, Greg, pick your poison." I gave him his perfect test. I felt sorry for the guy, if he told me to take off my pants then the guys would make fun of him. Meanwhile, if he didn't then no girl would talk to him for passing up the opportunity for them to see me without my pants.
"Uh." I could see he realised the same thing I already knew and he was cursing himself for getting a perfect score.
"Keeping in mind belt and pants are two different things and one must come off before the other." I decided to help him.
"Fine, belt." Greg grumbled, one girl in the back started fanning herself with her test when I unbuckled my belt.
"Two left..." I teased, waving the papers. "Miss Elizabeth." Lizzie blushed when I stood in front of her. "What does that score say?"
"Uh..." Lizzie looked away and looked back, not sure where to look.
"That's a hundred, and that's something you get to tell me to take off."
"Pants." I'd barely finished talking before Lizzie practically yelled it.
"We've still got forty-five minutes of class left." I mused, unbuttoning, unzipping. I smirked and let go of my pants, letting them fall. I flushed, maybe I shouldn't have made this promise. I mean, this is my Sophomore class, and I'm pretty sure this is questionable at best, and illegal at worst. I could get arrested without anyone finding out I'm in love with Miley. "This is Math, not Biology, how much learning do you think is going to happen in the next forty-five minutes?" I asked one of the boys casually, like I wasn't standing in front of a group of 15-year-olds in my underwear. How did I get a teaching licence again?
"Good luck." The boy scoffed as I wandered back to the front of class.
"Miss Miley Stewart, the final perfect score." I place it in front of her with a smirk. Miley's eyes widened and she reached up to wipe her mouth. And she's the one that's seen me naked before. "Remove what you will. Yourself." I dared and her eyes bulged. The class gasped, the girls squealed and giggled. Everything was purely silent as Miley reached up, her warm, delicate fingers touched my abdomen and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
Her fingers trailed over my skin, she was probably aware this was the only time she could touch me like this in public. I felt my dick twitch in my underwear as Miley's fingers smoothed over my Treasure Trail leading to my boxers. I was wearing extra long boxers that almost came to my knees and were extra baggy. Miley bit her lip and looked up at me questioningly, hooking her thumbs under the waistband. I grinned and nodded ever so slightly, letting her know she could. She started pulling the boxers, both of us holding our breath, along with the rest of the class.
"Psych." I forced myself to say when the boxers were down far enough to reveal the second pair of boxers underneath. "Come on, Guys, do you really think I'm that stupid?" I rolled my eyes, stepping out of the too-big boxers so I was in the normal boxer shorts, and not that anyone else knew, but I also had my boxer briefs underneath. The girls groaned and whined and some of them were panting. "You got me down to shorts, be happy with that." I told them, heading back to my desk and picking up the white-board marker. "Now, let's get to learning, even though it's going to be a waste on about half of you." I started writing on the board, in only shorts and my shoes.
"See you, Mister Lucas." The girls were all smiley and blushing and giggling as they left, I was lounging back in my chair and watching them in amusement.
"Bye, Girls." I grinned, waving a little. "Learn lots."
"Hey, Mister Lucas." Miley smiled at me and I grinned back, pulling my pants back on and buckling my belt. "Some lesson." She said, blushing. God, I love that blush.
"Did you learn anything?" I teased, shrugging my shirt back on and starting to button it.
"Plenty." Miley smirked, though I doubt any of it was Math.
"Pretty good incentive to get good grades, huh?" I watched her play with the ends of my tie, still hanging loosely around her neck.
"You pretty much guaranteed everyone's going to ace Math this year." Miley shrugged, sitting idly on the edge of my desk. "And that you're the most popular teacher in the Universe." I absently sat forward and started to play with the tie. I wish I could just grab the tie, bring her close and kiss her. But, that was just begging to get caught, even though I wanted it and I could see that Miley wanted it too.
"Math is important." I shrugged, starting to tie the tie in a perfect Windsor knot. "One plus two equals three." I smoothed the tie, letting my fingers brush her covered breasts. "You plus me equals-"
"Hey, Mister Lucas." My next class started arriving and I jumped away from Miley at the same time as she jumped up from my desk, putting at least two feet between us, both of us blushing, I'm sure.
"Good morning, Miss Mackenzie." I nodded to her as Miley started to play with the tie again. "Keep it." I murmured, eyeing her. "It looks good on you." I said so only she could hear.
WHAT I GO TO SCHOOL FOR
"Good afternoon, Seaview High." I sat back in the chair in the admin office with the announcement microphone on Tuesday during lunch. "This is Joe Lucas, Math teacher extraordinaire." I winked at Miss Daisy, the woman at the front desk and she blushed. Blushing seemed to be a reoccurring theme with me. "Just letting you there's going to be band auditions tomorrow during lunch for anyone who's interested in being part of the School Of Rock concert competition next May." After some research I'd found out the School Of Rock program - had nothing to do with the movie - is basically a battle of the bands thing for schools to win funding for music and arts programs. Which is what this school sorely needed. "So, come join me in the music room and we'll see if we can put together a band and kick some school band ass in six months." I clicked out and set the microphone down. "Thanks, Miss Daisy." I grinned, getting up.
"Anytime, Mister Lucas." Miss Daisy replied breathlessly as I pecked her cheek and left the office. Hopefully after yesterday and the pictures I'd seen circulating I could actually draw a couple of people to audition this time.
Janitors closet near Math
I got the text and frowned, staring it in confusion for a minute before I checked the sender and blood started racing. Miley. I hurried through the hallways and tried to look discreet as I slipped into the closet. Miley was already in there, biting her lips and smiling shyly. I locked the door behind me and grinned. Sure, we hadn't had a chance to talk since Hallowe'en when I'd agreed to this relationship, except for flirting yesterday. But, I definitely wasn't averse to this.
"So the band is back on, huh?" Miley asked after a minute. Seriously, she seduces me into a closet and she wants to talk about the band? I felt like pouting.
"You gonna sign up?" Even though she'd already said no I felt hopeful.
"I might be convinced." Miley batted her lashes at me.
"What would it take to convince you?" I started advancing on her. I wanted to kiss her. So bad.
"I'm sure you could think of something." She smoothed her hands over the lapels of my jacket. "Math teacher extraordinaire that you are." She licked her lips and my eyes followed the movement. "What was it you were saying yesterday? You plus me equals-" I didn't let her finish, I pinned her to the wall with one hand in her hair and the other on her hip as I attached my lips to hers. Miley moaned into my mouth and I nipped her bottom lip. So hot, so sexy. "Hmm." Miley moaned again when I tore away from her mouth, pressing my lips to every part of her I could reach; her jaw, her earlobe, her neck, her shoulder. "Joe." The sound of her moaning my name went straight to my penis.
"Beautiful." I mumbled, lifting her by her ass and letting her wrap her legs around me so I had better access to her. "Delicious." I found the perfect spot and nipped. I'm 23, I'm too old to give the girl I like a hickey, but I just wanted to keep tasting Miley's honey-colored skin. "Mine." I rumbled low in my chest, I wanted everyone to know she was mine, but I couldn't tell anyone. "I love you, Baby." I cooed, lifting my head to look in her eyes. I didn't want her to think it was just physical, that I just wanted to get my rocks off. I'm in love with this girl and it's going to send me to Hell. "I love you. Don't forget that."
"I won't." Miley smiled, combing her fingers through my hair tenderly. Deep down I wanted her to say she loves me too.
1) Will we ever find out what Miley+Joe equals?
2) So, after everyone just about yelling at me I've decided I won't be ending this story here, it'll probably go until the end of the school year at least.
3) Imagine Joe stripping in class... Excuse me while I fantasize... ;)
4) My computer has been sent off to be fixed, but I still have all my data and moderate access to a computer, so hopefully updating won't be slowed too much.
5) So we know Joe loves Miley, but Miley didn't say it back; what are your thoughts on why?
6) I've been thinking of writing a Vampire Diaries story, I'm still trying to work out the finer details, but here are some basic plot points;
-I got the idea when Joe got the tattoo of the 2 ropes, 4 ends thing for his parents and brothers.
-It would feature the Salvatore Brothers; Damon (oldest) Stefan (I never liked him) Lorenzo (half-brother from an affair) and Joseph (a few months younger than Lorenzo)
-Another piece of inspiration was a picture I saw of Joe on stage where he looked startlingly like Ian Somerhalder.
-Damon/Elena, I do like Katherine, Joseph/another girl from the petrova line (not a doppleganger obviously).
-This isn't a plot point, but Ian Somerhalder is my perfect Christian Grey.
7) I don't know if I'll actually write it, but I thought I'd put the idea out there and see what the response is before I decide.
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