Er I just noticed that Mr. Cullen gave a reading assingnmet in maths class?! Ok my explanation: He does what he wants. Thing is, he might be a maths teacher, but if he feels like teaching English, he fucking teaches English! Right I kind of like that. *proud of herself*
Alright, what do I do? My choices are few:
One. Go back to the classroom, apologize (like he cares!) and bare the following fit of an extremly angry emo. Mr Cullen can get really scary. I'm going to have nightmares for weeks after that. Weird thing is I kind of hope, that he is angry about me leaving the detention room , too angry to remember that I actually groaned ... because of him. Well he doesn't know that. Thank fucking good. But he is not stupid. He may be an asshole, but stupid he most certainly is not. He is fucking brilliant. Geez that just went down like acid. And I bet he has an ego the size of ... Canada?..no the States are bigger..anyway I bet he totally thinks he is the BEST (yes with capital letters). So his thoughts might go along the lines (imagine me imitating him, with a deep voice): 'Oh, she groaned, that means she is aroused...hm why might that be? Oh stupid me, it is because of me that she groaned. Hell I'm hot! I (notice that he is thinking "me" a lot?) bet she wants me to shove her against a wall and rip of her shirt so that I can pay attention to her hardend nipples. I bet she will groan again like before. Hm then I should show her how she can thank me properly, buy pushing her to her knees, taking her hand and guide it to my.....
I come to my senses, early enough to hear the echos of my groans, which are meeting me from the white tiled wall. Fuck I did it again, but that was just weird. I nearly got of thinking as a guy, about me (as this guy) fucking myself....is that masturbation? Does that mean I'm gay? I'm confused. The really bad thing is, that I did not notice that I did it aloud, again. Obviously I cannot stop myself from having fantasies, and when I'm having fantasies I cannot stop moaning aloud. Check mate.
That leads to my next choice:
Two. I stay. Here. In the bathroom and hope he goes home sometime. But this plan would just work if he wasn't afraid to enter a girl's bathroom. I think I established earlier that he most likley is not afraid to do that...hiding wouldn't do any good... so I can scrab staying here. When I think about him fuming, running around school, searching every bathroom for me, yelling, I get all.....bothered again. Fuck, angry imaginary-Mr-Cullen is hot. I bet if it was real-life angry Mr Cullen I would piss my pants, and not in a good way.
How long have I been here? I plan to look at my watch and discover..nakedness. Where's my "Hello Kitty"-watch? (Don't judge me, it was a gift from Alice and she is/was one of my best friends..not mentioning the fact that she would literally kill me if I dared not to wear a gift from her) Now where the fuck is it? I never take it off, in case Alice pays a sudden visit...wait a minute I took it off yesterday, because I spilled orange juice all over my right arm, and I think Emmet was there. In the same room. Emment is my bigger brother and when I say big I mean big. He resembles more a bear than a human, and I think he would take that as a compliment. You know these annoying kind of persons, who enter a room, laugh aloud and gotta tell everybody who doesn't want to hear it, that you fell from a cushion with five and broke your leg? Well I do. Ladies and Gentlemen: My Brother! And now he got me in deep shit again. Bastard of brother! Idiot stole my watch...I wonder, why Alice did not notice that, maybe she has a punishment in mind...ha she can leave that because this bloody situation is the best punishment ever. Now I don't even know how long I have been in here. I would think it were just a few minutes, but I do not trust myself with my spacing out all the time...I need a solution!
Three. I could run. Run for my life. And never come back to school, change my name, live in Europe and eat baguette...I wonder, would Charlie help me, if I told him the situation? (me being chased by Mr Cullen). Hm, actually I want to finish my education. What do I do in Europe without a degree? And I don't even like baguette...
Shit.
I think that just leaves one option.
Door numer one.......
God help me!
I am sooo sorry for the long wait, for the painly shortness of this chapter and for the not-existence of the "action" which I proclaimed earlier. But that's all your fault...it really is! I planned to make that a twoshot, but your awesome reviews, and the whole lot of people who favourited/alerted my story convinced me to make a longer story, so I have to change some things...but don't worry the kinky stuff will continue *muhahah*
You guys really are great..I thank you soo much for the comments! I never got that many..but my other stories are good too, so try them!
By the way: "extremly angry emo" try to say that four times in a row! Lol
Did you wonder, why the story is named "my" cullen? I tipped it in wrong when I saved it on my pc...and I thought that was funny, so I kept it....
Oh and a cookie for the first to notice the slight Doctor Who refrence/quote in the first chapter. ^^