I held the note in my hand, my palms were sweating causing the paper to go damp. It was my detention slip.
My first detention.
I have never gotten one, and I was not hoping for one. A straight A+ student, learning lessons that are 2 grades higher then my actual grade, and two parents who were proud to have a son like me. I think I would have been dead سے طرف کی now. But something made me مزید nervous then scared. The thought sickened me.
"Mr. Tangi-san? Please have a seat"
Well theres that something.
My math teacher Mr. Hainan. He was a tall, slender but musclular man. His eye-length dark brown hair fell perfectly. It always was in his eyes, but he would look threw them, his hair, causing مرکت, ایمرلڈ green eyes to stare deeply at me. His jaw line was perfect, and so was his nose and lips.
It took me a bit to find out I was still standing, staring at him like a creep. I cleared my throat feeling the blood turn hot at my cheeks. When i looked back to him he was looking back. He smirked and turned to face the chalk board, writing the pages I would be reading for the اگلے two hours. I gulped, I was going to be here for a long time, and I was already feeling horny.
"God damn what is wrong with you?" I thought. "He is your teacher, for heavens sake, and your a geek anyway. Not one cheerleader knows آپ exsist" ...Somehow I knew college would be hard.
Mr. Hainan tapped the board and I opened my book to the first page.
Only an گھنٹہ and 45 مزید minutes...
OK. break time. I don't know, should I continue this? Promise there will be مزید action, only if آپ want. Please don't be rude though, یا I will call my ninjas to find out where آپ live.
Not really, but آپ get the idea.
My first detention.
I have never gotten one, and I was not hoping for one. A straight A+ student, learning lessons that are 2 grades higher then my actual grade, and two parents who were proud to have a son like me. I think I would have been dead سے طرف کی now. But something made me مزید nervous then scared. The thought sickened me.
"Mr. Tangi-san? Please have a seat"
Well theres that something.
My math teacher Mr. Hainan. He was a tall, slender but musclular man. His eye-length dark brown hair fell perfectly. It always was in his eyes, but he would look threw them, his hair, causing مرکت, ایمرلڈ green eyes to stare deeply at me. His jaw line was perfect, and so was his nose and lips.
It took me a bit to find out I was still standing, staring at him like a creep. I cleared my throat feeling the blood turn hot at my cheeks. When i looked back to him he was looking back. He smirked and turned to face the chalk board, writing the pages I would be reading for the اگلے two hours. I gulped, I was going to be here for a long time, and I was already feeling horny.
"God damn what is wrong with you?" I thought. "He is your teacher, for heavens sake, and your a geek anyway. Not one cheerleader knows آپ exsist" ...Somehow I knew college would be hard.
Mr. Hainan tapped the board and I opened my book to the first page.
Only an گھنٹہ and 45 مزید minutes...
OK. break time. I don't know, should I continue this? Promise there will be مزید action, only if آپ want. Please don't be rude though, یا I will call my ninjas to find out where آپ live.
Not really, but آپ get the idea.
