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"Hey Abigael, did you gain weight? 'Cause those jeans make your ass look fatter than Nicki Minaj's,"

That statement ushered in a wave of laughter that rippled through the sea of students in my calculus class. The aforementioned girl pulls the hem of her grey knitted sweater down her torso in an attempt to hide her exaggeratingly rounded butt to no avail , which seemed to fuel the laughter of the ruthless crowd. With flared cheeks and a sharp glare, Abigael sags down to her seat before burying her face inside her math book.

"Gosh, you are such an ass hole ," Not everyone was flattered by my idea of a joke. Hazel's glare pierced me like cupid's arrow as she reprimanded me for that insensitive comment aimed at Abigael's humongous butt.

" What, her butt is gigantic," Another storm of laughter tore through the class like a tornado which abruptly subsided once the classroom doors burst open. The smirk that had decorated my face slowly dissipated as my gaze followed the graceful aura of Mrs. Dawson as she sauntered inside. The clicking of her stilettos against the marbled floors echoed through the quietened atmosphere that held its breath in anticipation of the knowledge of today's calculus lesson. The neutral expression that adorned her face was the perfect giveaway that portrayed her no nonsense attitude. With her books plopped down on the desk in front , she grabbed the whiteboard marker , uncupped the lid and turned her back toward us as she wrote on the board Quadratic Equations .

I don't hesitate to lower my gaze down her frame as I silently appreciated the shape of her derriere against her pant suit which triggered a devious smile on my youthful face.

" Okay," Mrs. Dawson faced us , setting the whiteboard marker on her desk. "everybody turn to page seventy-four." The sound of pages shuffling through infiltrated the graveyard silence that had impregnated the room. A cough is heard from a distance. The screeching of a chair against the floor follows before Mrs. Dawson clears her throat reeling back our attention to her.

" Today we are going to look at Quadratic Equations so if anyone has any questions feel free to raise your hand anytime," An idea flashed across the embers of my mind. " I'll be more than willing to help."

Her stare swept across the room and I darted glances around picking up an air of complete lack of interest that had hijacked every students' faces. No one dared to raise their hands albeit the fact that calculus was a boring subject. Without rational thinking , I bit the bullet and raised my hand .

" Yes, Maxwell," Her attention was on me. " you have a question?"

Heads turned to face me as I shared a smug look around before clearing my throat to make my voice sound all deep like James Bond's.

" Are you free this evening 'cause I'd love to take you out to dinner,"

As expected , a chorus of hoots and snickers rippled through the classroom seemingly triggered by my daring and bold question. Leaning back on my seat I watched as Mrs. Dawson conjured a wistful smile , folding her arms across her chest as she addressed me with her infamous critical stare. Soon the noise would simmer down to hushed whispers as the air  thickened with expected tension with me sharing a rather intense staring contest with the vivacious woman.

" Is that all you had to ask?" She inquired , her eyes shifting to a darkened look.

" Well I mean I'd like to discuss about what kind of room service you'd prefer but I best leave that discussion for when we are alone ," Another hooting and hollering erupted mixed with pleasant surprises and shocks from my fellow classmates as I punctuated that question with a sly wink.

It was known around school that I was one of those class clowns, no lesson was ever boring when I was present. I knew how to liven the mood with shock factor, I wasn't scared to bring my intrusive thoughts out in the open. I'd been sent to the principal's office countless times because of it. But that didn't seem to quench my thirst for attention. This was my disease and seeing how unimpressed Mrs. Dawson was I couldn't resist the smirk that stretched across my face.

And it didn't hurt that she was my best friend's mom.

Everybody has crushes from time to time. It's our daily bread and not a foreign idea in our developing brains. Some people crush on their girl best friends and boy best friends, others crush on their next-door neighbors, others crush on Beyoncé and Taylor swift, while others crush on their best friend's mothers.

I was a victim to the latter.

It was just a simple harmless crush that I hoped would vanish like Houdini but had stubbornly refused to disappear . Like gum, it stuck , lingering like smoke inside a furnace. As of now, I had decided to take advantage of my feelings and toy with this woman who was easily twice my age in the hopes that she would give me detention. Besides, it was my darkened desire to have a woman who has power to boss me around. Who wouldn't want to have a powerful woman to dominate them?

" I will see you at detention," That was very predictable.

" I look forward to it ,Mrs. Dawson," I adopted a good boy persona as I watched as the rest of the class egg me for it. With a stern look , the woman dove right back into calculus as I envisioned on what detention would be like with Mrs. Dawson.

Like a date.

Just her and I. My wet dream come true.

After an hour of the brutal calculus lesson, the shrill cry of the bell was like our saving grace, sending students racing for the door quicker than a lion charging against its prey.

" Remember , the assignment should be sent to my email by midnight. Failure to do so will result in serious punishment, " she informed amidst the ruckus of students departing the room.

" Maxwell, I'd like to have a word with you," Another hooting was heard which prompted me to roll my eyes at how juvenile they sounded. Having shoved the last of my stuff inside my bag, I slung it over my shoulder before approaching the teacher's desk where Mrs. Dawson had settled behind. She was busy marking some tests, grading them with a red pen and I couldn't help but peek as she awarded Shane O' Brien a D-.

You gotta study harder, Shane O' Brien. 

With just us two, I had to savor these rare moments between us. Who knows when I'll be alone with her like this? Sharing the same air? Except for today's detention.

Another minute rolled by with her refusing to acknowledge my presence as she vigorously marked , I found myself whistling a Chris Brown song to pass time, much to her annoyance.

Slamming her pen down, Mrs. Dawson faced me with a judicial stare, propping her elbows on top of her desk , fingers clasped resting her chin against it. I stopped the whistle. She remained mute , a critical look dancing on those immaculately sapphire eyes , venomously ripping me apart, piece by piece as she analyzed every fiber of my being. My hand slithered inside my jeans pocket , shifting my weight from foot to foot.

" How's your father?" That was an unsolicited question that had me blinking with surprise.

" Why would you want to know? You know darn well that he's married," I jokingly informed with a smug expression. " You've seen the ring on his finger, right? Unless he's in the bar , trying his luck in scoring for potential lovers."

Another beat of silence as I watched her unmoved by my rambling.

" Are you done?" She asked .

" It depends," I let out an exhale. " are you up for a coffee date? We can talk about how crappy marriages can be. I mean, you'd know about that since you don't share the same bed with your husband."

That was a bit harsh, even by my standards but then again, as I said, I always let my intrusive thoughts get the best of me. I knew about Mrs. Dawson's painful divorce with Mr. Dawson and bringing it up was uncalled for. However , no emotion was detected in her face, not even a glare whatsoever.

" You know , your father told me if you ever disrespected me at any cost I shouldn't shy away from punishing you,"

" Then I guess you'd have to punish me ,"

" Maxwell," she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "you do realize that I have power over you."

" That's not rocket science , Amanda," I watched as she blinked at the audacious call of her first name.

" I might decide to fail you in this class thereby risking your chances of ever graduating and that is saying something because I know for a fact that you are not academically gifted," A flicker of bitterness rushed down my conscience before a nonchalant air overtook it. Who needs graduation when you've got a CEO father with a successful business venture?

" I'm sorry , Mrs. Dawson," I feigned remorse.

" No you're not," her perfectly manicured hands reached for the red pen." Nonetheless , I shall see you in detention."

Having registered the fact that her crisp white shirt had its buttons halfway undone, I allowed my eyes to sneak a glance down her blouse, mesmerized at the spectacular view of her cleavage behind it.

" I look forward to it, Amanda,"

" It's Mrs. Dawson to you,"

" Yeah, I'm gonna stick with Amanda, it sounds so much better rolling off my tongue,":

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