Hot For Teacher!
Chapter 2:
The first day of school was going just as Ino had expected it. The classes felt long, the teachers bored her to death, and they got to play Get-To-Know-You games all day. They had a fifteen minute break before their last period of the day, mostly due to the emergency meeting all the teachers had to attend-something something about the History teacher jumping in front of a train? He must have bored himself to death.
"So, you guys know what you're going to be doing after school? I'm going to cram school with Neji."
"Is that Mr. Nerdy Girl-Man's idea of a date?"
"Would you shut UP Kiba?"
"Make me, girly-man lover!"
"That's my cousin…"
"Who's standing right here," Neji announced from behind the group, causing them to jump.
"Hey, Neji, what are you doing here?" Ten-ten asked.
"You forgot this at my place the other night," the pale young man handed her a small, black plastic bag. Ten-ten looked inside and her face immediately flushed.
"Oh, umm, thanks! Uhh, are we still visiting that cram school this afternoon?"
"Yes, we have to check if you got in. I'll see you in a little while then."
"Yea! Definitely. Bye, baby!"
Neji nodded a bit in response, gave a small wave to his cousin and left the class. When he was gone everyone's eyes were on the, still blushing, Ten-ten.
"So, Hun, what's in the bag?" Sakura asked. Ten-ten's eyes widened.
"Bag?" she asked, slowly moving the plastic bag under her seat, "what bag?"
"Come on, we're all friends here! And friends tell friends secrets!" Naruto stated, trying to sway the girl, but she wouldn't budge.
"I have absolutely NO idea what you guys are talking about," she replied.
"Well, I do!" Kiba sang, holding up the bag he managed to, swiftly, take from the girl. "Let's see what's inside!"
"Give that back!" she yelled, attempting to leap for the bag that was, sadly, too far from her grasp.
"Come on, just let us see it!" Sakura said.
"Over my dead body!" the brunette shouted, knocking the bag out of Kiba's hand which, to her despair, landed with its contents splayed on the floor. It was a dark red lace bra and matching thong; Ten-ten's face now matched the color of the lingerie.
"Hmm, what might this be?" they heard a deep voice say. A tan hand picked up the bra then, apparently after realizing what it was, quickly dropped it back onto the floor. "This is either a terribly embarrassing moment for someone in here or a very interesting game of truth or dare."
"I'm sorry, it's mine! But… But they took it from me, I-!" Ten-ten looked at the man's face and her eyes seemed to sparkle a bit.
"It's fine; just pick it up before the guys in here start getting any ideas." The girl did as she was told and placed her belongings in her backpack.
"Now, everyone take your seats. I know we're starting class a bit late but we had a… Slight mishap, to say the least, with a fellow teacher. And now you're wondering who I am. I'm your new English teacher."
The students stared at him; he wore loose, black slacks, a white button up shirt with a large, black cross design on the back and left side and had the first couple buttons undone. His skin was tan, his hair was dark red, cut short, and his eyes were a crystal blue.
"My name is Gaara; you may address me as Gaara-Sensei." A girl raised her hand and he pointed to her.
"But, shouldn't we call you by your last name? You're a teacher."
"I understand, but my last name needn't concern you, understand?"
"Yes… Gaara-Sensei," the girl sighed, resting her head in her hands like all the other girls were; they were enjoying watching the, now, hottest teacher in the school. Said hot teacher noticed a student in the back of the classroom by the window. He walked to her desk and stared at the back of her sleeping, blonde head for a moment before harshly flicking it with his middle finger.
"Ow!" the girl sat up, rubbing her head. "Naruto, what was that for-!" she looked up to see Gaara staring at her and her face flushed a bit.
"Umm… who… are you?"
"I'm your new English teacher. And you're Sleepy?"
"Umm, I'm Ino…" the girl stated, blushing a bit more.
"I'm sorry, Gaara-Sensei, she's usually not sleepy in school…" Hinata said quietly, defending her friend. Gaara shrugged. "It's fine-"
"Attention teachers!" a voice boomed on the intercom, "Please come to the conference room immediately!" Gaara sighed.
"Excuse me, would you? I'll be right back," the girls stared at his ass as he jogged out the room. When the door closed the class erupted in chatter.
"Oh my God, what a HOTTIE!"
"I know, right! A real looker!"
"How'd it feel to talk to him, Ino?" Sakura asked, scooting a chair up next to her friend. The blonde was still staring at the door, mouth slightly open. The girl eventually shook her head a bit and answered.
"Umm, what exactly did I miss?" she asked, rubbing the last bit of sleep out of her unusually tired eyes.
"Nothing much, just Ten-ten showing the new hottie teacher her sexy panties-"
"I'll kill you, Sakura."
"I'd love to see that," the pink-haired girl smirked.
Eventually the classes' conversations were interrupted when the red-head sauntered back in the room muttering under his breath.
"Idiots can't handle their damn students on the first day," he leaned back on the large desk at the front of the room and sighed deeply. When he opened his eyes all of his new students were staring intently at him, waiting for instruction.
"Well, aren't you an attentive bunch?" he said, smirking a bit, some of the teens responding with nods.
"Good, I like that." Gaara glanced at the clock, "well, look at that, we still have twenty-five minutes left in class, what a miracle," he stated, combing his fingers backwards through his hair. He sat on the desk and hunched over, resting his elbows on his spread knees. The girls, and some of the guys, enjoyed the slight reveal of his tan, toned chest.
"So, how about this; no one likes to learn the first week of school so I'll practice remembering your names, since I can't exactly refer to you individually by your hair color," he said, looking around to see at least a third of the class had black hair. "Let's start with you, front corner on the wall."
"Me? Oh… my name… Is Hinata Hyuga." Gaara nodded.
"Now you, behind Hinata. We'll go down, right and up, understand?" The class nodded.
"I'm Shino Aburame."
"Chouji Akimichi."
"Shikamaru Nara."
The class went on for a few minutes like this until he finally got to the other side of the room for the last two students.
"Kiba Inuzuka."
"Ino Yamanaka."
Gaara stared at Ino for a bit before remembering. "Oh yes, not tired anymore?" Ino a blushed a bit and shook her head. "So, we still have twenty minutes. What would you like to do?"
"You!" he heard a female voice say from the back of the class, causing the room to erupt in laughter. When the laughter died down Gaara spoke with a slight smirk on his face.
"I apologize, but I'm simply not the type to dive in to bed on the first date," he stated.
"Well, can we ask you questions then?" Sakura asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively. "You know… So we can get to know you more?"
"Well, shouldn't that be the other way around? How about I come up with a few questions and I'll go around the class so everyone can answer?" Gaara heard a few "awws" from his statement and came up with a solution.
"All right, we'll take a vote. How many want me to ask you questions?" a few hands went up. Gaara sighed. "How many of you want to ask me questions?" nearly all of of the students raised their hands, a few of the girls raising both. The English teacher put his head down and sighed, "Fire away."
Everyone seemed to talk at once, asking random questions until Gaara managed to calm them down, "raise your hands, all right?" he said. "Let's start from the front, you?" he pointed at a girl with a large, spiky auburn ponytail in the front.
"Are you single?" she asked excitedly.
"That's a funny question to ask your teacher. Yes, I am. Next?"
"How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-two."
"Did you go to college?"
"Yes, I got out early for good behavior."
The questions started out relatively normal, but eventually got a little… interesting.
"Yes, you with the pink hair, Sakura, isn't it?"
"Yea! I knew you'd remember!" she gave the man a bright smile. "So, what type of women do you like, Gaara-Sensei?" a few of the teenagers whistled at the girl's question.
"Now, why should that concern you, Sakura?"
"Oh, I'm just curious as to what kind of women teachers date, I've always kind of wondered," she answered slyly, a small, but devilish, smile sneaking its way to her lips.
"Well, I don't know if I'll be of any use, but I'll indulge you nonetheless. I don't really have a certain type, I just have standards."
"Like?" She asked. The entire class seemed to lean closer to the teacher.
"Common sense? Easy to talk to, easy to understand, pretty, smart, and not as fickle and complicated as most women these days are," he answered. Sakura nodded her head a bit.
"What about body?" she asked, standing up. "Do you like bodies like mine? Simple but hot? Or do you prefer bodies like…" the pink-hired girl looked around, but eventually pointed to the girl next to her, "Yui's! You know, one with more… curves?" she said, indicating the young girl's large breasts. The brunette covered her chest with her arms, "go die, Sakura."
"So, which one, Gaara-Sensei?" She asked, doing a spin to show off her body again. The red-headed teacher raised an eyebrow.
"My apologies, Sakura, but there's something about comparing the bodies of the women I date to that of a student's that's… strange," he stated simply. The girl shrugged and sat back down, I'm pretty sure I'll find out if you like my body or not.
"Any other questions?" Gaara asked, looking around the room; Kiba raised his hand.
"Ever considered dating a guy?" the brunette asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Any other appropriate questions?" this time Hinata raised her hand. "Yes?"
"Umm, do you… have any… brothers… or sisters?" she asked quietly, the teacher nodded.
"Yes, two; an older brother and sister."
"What do they do?" Ten-ten asked.
"My older brother is a musician; a bassist in a local band. My older sister is actually an Art teacher here, her name is Temari."
"Temari-Sensei? She's my favorite teacher!" Ino stated happily, finally apart of the class's conversation. Gaara looked over at her for a moment before nodding his head, "oh, so you're the 'sweet little blonde with the painting heart of a forest spirit'?" he asked, raising a hand to his chin. Ino blushed a bit.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Hmm, no wonder the name Yamanaka sounded familiar, Temari spoke of you some last year, she loves your paintings."
"Really?" all though her face was still darkened some by the blush her eyes were lighting up. Temari-Sensei had been her favorite teacher so to know the woman spoke kindly of her gave her a great feeling.
"Well," Gaara said, looking at the clock," we've killed all the time we need to; we only have a few minutes left in class. So, here's what's going to happen," he got up off the desk and stood up straight hands in his pockets, "does everyone here either have an mp3 player or a favorite CD? If not, raise your hand." The room was silent, no one raised their hand. "Good, bring it tomorrow. If it's an mp3 make sure you bring a connector so we can put the songs on a laptop. If it's a CD I don't care if it's an original or if you burned it yourself, it won't make a difference so long as you didn't scratch the hell out of it. Don't bring anything tomorrow and I still won't kill you, got it?"
"Yes, Gaara-Sensei," the class said in near perfect unison.
"Good!" the bell rang, signaling the end of class. "I'll see you tomorrow; don't do anything you shouldn't before then." Everyone began packing their bags.
Ino swung her backpack over her shoulder, not needing to pack anything. She walked over to Hinata's desk just in time to see the girl pull her laptop bag onto her shoulder. They walked out together and started slowly down the hall.
"So, where you off to now, Hina?" the blonde asked her friend, staring absently out the second floor hallway window.
"I actually have to go to cram school and check if all my papers are filed correctly. What about you, Ino?" the pale girl asked, looking at her friend.
"Music school. I've been taking violin lessons since the beginning of the summer.
"Really? You should have told me, I'd love to come and listen," Hinata told her friend, giving her a small smile. Ino looked at her and smiled back.
"Sure, I practice Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I'm actually getting pretty good. I'm deciding which instrument to play next."
"How about the cello? It has such a pretty sound…"
"Hmm, you're right. I was also thinking about the piano or guitar. I'll decide later." They reached the end of the hallway and descended the stairs to the first floor. When they exited the school Ino walked her best friend home, it was on the way to the train she had to take to get to the music school. During the short walk they didn't talk much, but they never really needed to. When they got to Hinata's front door they hugged.
"Going to come inside for a while? I actually have about half an hour until I have to leave."
"Aw, I can't. It takes me about fifteen to get there and we start in half an hour. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"All right, be safe getting there!" she said as Ino walked away. Ino waved good bye over her head.
"I will!"
The blonde started her five minute trek to the train station only to be stopped half way by the call of her name. A sleek, black and white motorcycle slowed to a stop next to her and a man with lose, black slacks, a black and white dress shirt and a black leather jacket stepped off of it. He took off his black helmet to reveal blue eyes and red hair.
"Gaara-Sensei?" Ino asked, surprised to see her new teacher on a motorcycle.
"Heading home?" he asked, stepping closer to her.
"Umm, no, I have to go to a music lesson… You rode a motorcycle to school?" she asked, watching the bike shine in the sunlight.
"This won't be my regular choice; I was running late this morning. Would you like a lift? It wouldn't feel right to leave my student take the subway when I could offer them a ride."
"Oh, it's okay, I do this all the time…" Ino said quietly, not wanting to be a burden. Gaara picked out a white helmet from the small compartment in his bike and gave it to Ino.
"Just tell me?" Ino stared at him for a moment, but then gave up and gave them the directions. Soon they were both on the bike, speeding of to Ongaku Music School.
TBC
Author's Notes: Boy, I forgot about this story! Life's been chuggin' along since high school! I don't much like my old writing style but I figured, hey! Since I have a few chapters already written here I might as well edit and publish! I'm hoping that by reading through this story again I'll regain a bit of fire for it so I can finish this thing up! Anywho, I'll try to put up the next chapter next week, thanks for reading! :)