Hi readers!
Wow… How do I even begin? It's been so long since I've written for this story… I wanna say that's it been a year… Maybe longer?
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this story (which I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE I won't randomly abandon for no reason) and thank you guys for holding on for sooooooo longgg.
You all are the real MVP's.
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally, just the plot.
Ally squirmed awkwardly in the mirror, eyeing herself attentively.
Rhonda, the housekeeper, had forgotten to take her uniform out of the dryer for the second time this month, rewarding her with a tight blazer and school skirt which she wasn't sure if she should be grateful for or not.
Before the incident she resembled a student who brought the teacher an apple on the first day of school, but now…
She looked as if she would be feeding the teacher one.
Such a thought sent down shivers down her spine, as she pictured Mr. Moon laying on his back, his head covered in luscious blonde locks, resting on her lap as she seducingly fed him apple slices drenched in chocolate.
Talk about sexy.
"Ally if you don't get your butt down here now, you'll be late to school!" She heard her mother call, urgency practically dripping from her tone.
We couldn't have that now could we, she thought throwing her Michael Kors backpack over her shoulder.
Ally knew that her mother only wanted the best for her, but sometimes she felt like the best for her wasn't here. It wasn't found in Yale University or the keys to her luxurious car, it was a place where she could be herself. And it brought her heaps of misfortune that she had failed to discover where that place was.
Or who.
Ally's POV
I nervously chewed on my tongue as I walked down the halls of Marino High. Every step I took reminding me of just how tight my skirt really was.
I thought of just changing, but then I remembered how much of an outcast I am. It was going to take a lot more than a suffocating blazer to boost up my popularity points.
Not like I had any to begin with.
Mack soon spotted me, and her mouth that always seemed to be gaped open at something or someone abruptly closed.
Oh God, someone get that girl some duct tape before she-
"OH MY GOD ALLY YOU LOOK HOT!" she yelled attempting to pull at the fabric of my undershirt, but had no success.
I rolled my eyes swiftly before pulling her into the girl's bathroom. "Could you please shut up? It's not 'national embarrass Ally day' geez."
She gave me an apologetic expression, and laughed.
"Well sorry, it's not like every day my best friend dresses like a slut."
Anyone else would have been dumbfounded by her bluntness, but considering the fact we've been best friends since the cradle, it was just another day in Mack land.
"Yeah well it's not my fault. Rhonda messed up again. It's like she gets paid to do nothing, you know?"
She shook her head swiftly. "Nope, at our household we do this thing called our own work. You wealthy people wouldn't understand."
I gave myself one last glance in the mirror and tugged at her thick, ginger ponytail.
"C'mon Macksters, we're going to be late to class."
And the Lord knows we certainly didn't want that…
Right?
"Alright class were doing partner work today, so everyone double up!" Mr. Moon exclaimed giving the class a bright smile, as if partner work was actually exciting.
And maybe it was, just not for the people like me.
The people that weren't social butterflies, or social anything for that matter.
I had Mack, and that was it. No cute best friend that I would soon discover I had feelings for all along or fiery fashionista that had all the cute clothes and always lent me that adorable sweater.
So as you could imagine, I was screwed. Partner work for me was solo work, and solo work sucked.
Yay.
I quickly pulled out the assignment, realizing that I had no idea what to do and again that sucked too. Biting my lip I scanned the room looking for another stray like me.
There had to be one other person.
Another person I could partner with to make me look less of a loser.
Is that even possible? Oh shut up.
But of course there was no one, some people had even tripled up. Some people would call this bad luck, I just called it life.
"So you're alone I see?" a deep voice says, completely catching me off guard. I suddenly recognize it as his, and an involuntary sigh erupts from my throat.
Could life play in my favor once? Just. Once.
"Yep." I deadpan reaching for my pen. I couldn't look at him, looking at him meant looking at those eyes.
Those eyes that knew how to make me melt into a puddle.
And God knows that teachers shouldn't have that capability.
"Well it's your lucky day Miss Dawson. You're teacher is your partner. How does that sound?"
I smiled fraudulently. "I have a couple of words in mind. But I have a dinner party this weekend so I can't afford an office referral."
A grin played across his tender lips as he sat down next to me. His warmth seemed to be radiating across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
He wasn't even touching me and I was already going crazy, what was wrong with me?
"So number one says 'Sarah and Jessica are sisters. Sarah's height is s inches and Jessica's height is j inches. Their father wants to know how many inches separate the two.' What's the answer?"
I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. "Maybe their father should focus on more important factors instead of such stupid ones like that. Who cares how many inches separates them?"
Mr. Moon threw his head back laughing, his well-muscled shoulders slightly shaking. I couldn't help but laugh a bit.
But only a little.
"You're crazy you know that?"
"Good crazy or bad?"
He shrugged lightly.
"I'm still deciding."
Austin's POV
"Look go grab the calculator of my desk, we need to start some real work." I said returning back to my authority manner. We had been joking around most of the period, talking about our lives. For a mere second, I had forgotten that this was indeed my Pre-Cal student and not just some random girl I had met a party or a bar.
And it had been easy too.
Conversation seemed to flow like a waterfall; she just seemed to get me.
She asked all the right questions and all the wrong ones too, which of course just lead to more laughter and teasing.
And she's also your STUDENT.
Oh yeah, that's pretty important too.
I suddenly looked up to see what was taking so long with the calculator, and instantly wished I hadn't.
The calculator had tumbled underneath my desk and there she was on all fours, in that tight short skirt retrieving it. Damn.
The gentleman in me wanted to look in me, but the raw and hungry man won the fight and I felt my pants tighten up.
Each time she'd lunge for that damn thing her skirt would rise up, going up a little higher than before, her hot pink panties getting some airtime every now and then.
She finally got it, triumph painted on her cheeks as she bounced up, perky tits an all.
God I was disgusting.
"Here you go Mr. Moon. You so owe me, I haven't done that much physical activity since I saw R5 in concert." I fake laughed, still partially in daze from her peep show. Being physically attracted to a student was every teacher's nightmare.
And now it was mine.
"Well what do you want Miss Dawson?" I asked a little huskier then I should. I didn't know what I was doing, but I wanted to continue.
Her milky white cheeks flooded red, and I felt myself being drawn to her even more. The power this 17 year possessed was enough to put me behind bars which made this even hotter.
"Wh-What do you mean?"
I slid my chair closer to hers.
"I mean, what do you want? Since I owe you, I mean." I could feel my eyes darken as she bit her lip in what looked like concentration.
My brain kept telling me to stop, but my manhood was telling me otherwise.
"I want-"
"Brrrrrrrriiiinggggg!" The bell echoed, slicing the sexual tension into a million pieces. She mumbled out a quick "ByeMrMoon" before shuffling through the door.
Ally's POV
I was confused. No I was muddled. Scratch that I was disoriented.
Heck, I was freaking all of the above.
I didn't know what was happening; all I knew was that I needed to get home. Now.
OoOoOoOo
Soon I was pulling up in my driveway, out of breath and surely out of my mind.
I entered the house to see none other than Alias at the table, a cup of tangy wine in his hand.
"Give me some." I said already grabbing myself a cup, holding it up in front of him. He hesitantly poured me some, and refilled his own glass that had already seemed full.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" I asked, more to myself. Maybe I was overreacting; it wasn't like I had slept with the guy or anything.
Correction Ally, it's not just a guy. It's your teacher.
"I've asked myself the same question multiple times; I don't think we'll ever find out the answer." Alias replied, slinging his arm around my shoulder.
And for the first time today, I felt okay. I felt at peace.
Alias and I weren't back at normal terms, but that was alright. I just needed this, I needed something regular.
Because deep down inside, I knew that this little moment was just the calm before the actual storm.
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