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I'm sick and tired of being friends.
I'm sick and tired of being there.
And I know if I never tried
I'll be sick and tired of being sick and tired
-The Vamps, Personal with Maggie Lindemann

"Ughhh!" I groaned and threw the piece of paper in the trash bin. What a fvdging way to start an essay. How do they put these stuffs anyway? How could they make a an essay with a short amount of time given to them?

I look into my right side and found my seat mate focus on her essay. Geez, if only I could have brains like her. To tell you frankly, I have a brain and I understand this kind of crap okay? It's just that writing is not my thing plus I'm lazy. So yeah, no biggies.

I snorted when I saw Megan, gliding her smooth hands with the pen she's using in writing. She's making it look so easy. Her face was stoic when writing. Looks like her ideas where in one piece.

"Looking at your classmates can't get your essay be done at the right amount of moment, Ms. Ward" said a baritone voice.

Looking up I saw a pair of blue eyes, deep blue that I could get lost by staring at them. It's like scrutinising me in every way that I could eventually have goosebumps.

This man in front of me was so devilishly handsome that the tight polo white shirt he was wearing was hugging his body showing off his hard chest and manly biceps. Tanned and hot. His dark hair and red plump lips. Cheekbones and a tattoo at his collar bones.

Plus he is wearing a glasses and damn he looked even sexy bringing out the kinky teacher fantasy.

Fvck.

News flash: He's my professor.

I shouldn't be ogling at him like wtf? I shook my head at my random thoughts. I'm getting crazy and I'm not even half of my essay elaborating the topic.

For about 20 minutes, the bell rang and I'm so glad I finished my essay. I don't even know what I was writing with the constant glancing I made with Mr. Scott, our professor. But it doesn't matter, at least I made it through this class.

"Alright, everyone pass your essay and please be reminded to study for an oral activity tomorrow", Mr. Scott said while we nod and began leaving the classroom.

I froze as Mr. Scott spoke again.

"Ms. Ward, a minute in my office now." He said looking at me signalling that he wanted me to follow.

Thank God everyone already left. I don't wanna be the center of gossips on why Mr. Scott 'hot prof' wanted to talk to me in private.

I followed his tracks and entered his office. Everything was organised and in order. The stack of papers, pens, etc.

He removed his eyeglasses swiftly like doing a commercial from an eyeglass company. Geez, I rolled my eyes in my inner thoughts, I'm going crazy.

"Ms. Ward, I do not tolerate such actions in my class. Staring and not paying attention." he said.

I raise one of my eyebrows at the teacher who is looking at me.

Apparently, he has a point. I sighed before explaining.

"Look, I'm really sorry Mr. Scott. It won't happen again. I'm just not really focused."

Especially if you're in front biting your soft lips while teaching. Dang it.

"Very well, I hope you will fulfill your promise." he replied.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Scott. I'll be leaving now." I reminded and began walking but what he said next made me froze.

"You really don't need to be formal, sister. By the way, don't wear those fit skinny jeans. Don't flaunt a perfectly shaped ass on me and not expect a reaction from me." I turned around, my mouth hanging.

He had his smirk plastered on his face while biting the tip of his glasses. This bastard.

"You're...." Damn it. What are you doing!?

"Uh you're. . ugh! control your words! We are in the school, step-brother!" I said while glaring.

He seemed to be annoyed by the fact that i called him 'step-brother'. His smirk was gone and I felt the sudden change of atmosphere.

"Whatever. I'm not your brother and will never be. You can now leave." he spat icily.

"Drop the attitude." I said and was about to leave when he grabbed me on my waist and push me unto the hard wall. He was so close to me that I can smell his breath, damn sexy.

The tension immediately rises up in the air and I can feel the heat creeping unto my body, spreading like wildfire.

"You know, what?" he whispered huskily. Biting unto my earlobe.

I shuddered and attempted to pull away but before I can proceed to do my plan, his lips has crashed unto mine.

All the thoughts of pulling away was gone as it instantly vanished away and my mouth synchronized with his lips.

He tastes sweet and his lips were so soft, like a velvet. He nibbles on my lower lip making me gasp. He took that as an opportunity to sneak deeper unto mine and twirl his tongue sexily at mine. I moaned and he grunted.

When he pulled away I was gasping for air, still shocked. He grinned and proceeded to kiss me again, sweetly and lightly. Giving me light pecks all over my swollen lips. I sighed and whimpered at the same time. He suddenly rest his forehead unto mine.

"Ms. Ward." his voice sounded bigger.

What?

"Ms. Ward." What's happening?

"ARE YOU SLEEPING IN MY CLASS, MS. WARD!?" I jolted from my desk and immediately stand up and did a salute.

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"WHAT!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME, MS. WARD!?"

I so wanted to punch myself today.

"N-nnn--no si--r. " I stuttered.

You're so dumb, kelsey. Ugh.

"DETENTION! NOW!" My classmates eventually laugh. I scowl and left the classroom.

Geez, that's what you get for sleeping self.

Lesson Learned: Don't imagine too much of your hot step-brother, it sucks.

But, the good suck.

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