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Teacher's Pet

Teacher's Pet

Anna Kendra

Update: 2021-09-23

Chapter 1

  • Prologue
  • Ethan's
  • P.O.V
  • As
  • a Master's graduate from the University of Montana, I felt thoroughly insulted
  • when I was recommended Imphal High School as my first choice of schools and to
  • top it of, as a teacher of chemistry.
  • Not
  • only was I a Bio major, I had to go teach in Imphal, a matchbox sized town
  • bordering Montana. Somehow, I feel like Edward Cullen hightailing out of the
  • city so the sun doesn't scorch his ass, but unlike Forks from Twilight with its
  • population of 3,120 people, Imphal's population ranges between a bare minimum
  • of 1,300 to 1,800 people. Not to mention there wasn't even an airport or
  • railway station in sight.
  • The
  • bus ride from Butte, Gold West Country, Montana took me almost 10 hours. Ten
  • treacherous hours of admiring nature at her wildest and gloomiest overnight. So
  • it was a relief when the bus finally pulled up at the station and I got a first
  • glimpse of the town. Bright and sunny and totally not what I'd expected.
  • Here
  • people didn't seem distant. Everyone greeted everyone with a smile. Quite a few
  • of them was directed my way by giggly teens who most probably studied at the
  • High School I was about to teach. I smirked, shaking my head as I pushed past
  • them with my backpack slung over my shoulders, as their expression turned from
  • hopeful to rueful. 'Be seeing you around', I thought to myself as I made my way
  • to a cab that'd take me to Imphal High.
  • *
  • *
  • "Welcome,
  • Mr. Whitmore. We've heard a lot about you from your teachers." Mr. Jeremy
  • Bennett, the principal greeted me as soon as I walked through his cabin doors.
  • "Good
  • things I hope." I took a seat opposite to his when he motioned me to.
  • "I'm
  • afraid one doesn't exist without the other." He leaned back in his chair
  • and looked directly at me. He seemed like one of those people you hate or love
  • as much as you want but you simply can't ignore. "I also heard you were
  • quite reluctant to teach here. Why is that?"
  • "With
  • all due respect Sir, I have nothing against teaching, but for someone who has
  • spent most of their life in Montana...it's difficult to teach in such a small
  • town." There was no need lying, we could work better if I get all my cards
  • out on the table.
  • "I
  • see," he shrugged. "Fair enough. But since you are here," he
  • pushed forward a blue file in my direction, "why not stay here for a year
  • and then decide if you want to renew your contract or not."
  • I
  • opened the file and quickly filled up the form inside. He was right, since I
  • was already here, there was no use playing hard to get and a year's contract is
  • going to be the shortest I'll get.
  • "Thank
  • you, Mr. Whitmore, I'm sure you won't regret your decision." He gave me a
  • folder envelope from a drawer next to him. "This has your appointment
  • letter and the book list of all the books you'll need for this year but for the
  • time being, you can borrow them from our library until you're settled in. Since
  • you're a Masters graduate, you'll be teaching the seniors this year as a
  • trainee teacher. Good luck, Mr. Whitmore and I hope to see you tomorrow."
  • "Thank
  • you, Mr. Bennett." I shook his outstretched hand and
  • *
  • *
  • "This
  • is your schedule, Mr. Whitmore. Good luck on your first day."
  • "Thank
  • you", I took the piece of paper from the Principal's Secretary and went in
  • search of my classroom. They had permanent classrooms for each subject, not
  • just practical's but theory as well.
  • It
  • was near the main hallway that I first saw her and something about her just had
  • me rooted to my spot. The main reason for that may very well be her scarlet
  • hair that stood out like a beacon amongst the crowd, made you notice her. Even
  • the baggy clothes she had on couldn't falter my attention. And that is usually
  • a major turn off for me.
  • She
  • seemed to be in some important conversation with a brunette guy standing next
  • to her. And from his body language, it was clear as day that the guy was into
  • her, while she looked like she has friendzoned him completely. That's
  • interesting.
  • "Hi
  • there!"
  • Startled,
  • I looked down at a young girl of about 17 or 18, caked with makeup, clothes
  • down to near zero and hair a dull platinum blonde. "Yes?"
  • "You
  • must be new here. Aren't you a little old to be attending school?" She
  • batted her eyelashes, folding her arms in such a way that her breasts nearly
  • spilled out of her top....if you could call it that.
  • "You're
  • right. I'm looking for the chemistry class." I told her, taking a small
  • step backwards. But her cunning little smirk told me that she noticed the move.
  • "Oh,
  • I can take you there! I'll even give you a tour of the entire school."
  • Does she seriously think I'm a student?
  • "Just
  • the Chemistry class will be enough, thank you." I said politely.
  • I
  • followed behind her, averting my eyes to the hallway as she purposely swayed
  • her hips provocatively and kept glancing back at me. Thankfully, it wasn't long
  • before we reached my class.
  • "Thank
  • you." I stepped inside the classroom without a backward glance and
  • realized my mistake only after I heard the door shut and lock behind me.
  • "What are you doing?" I turned to face her, crossing my arms across
  • my chest.
  • "Me? We are
  • simply about to do what two people do in a closed room." She removed her
  • bag and placed it on a nearby desk.
  • "Oh
  • really?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Because I'm having a strong
  • urge to call the principal and showing him exactly what happens behind closed
  • doors in this school."
  • "Come
  • now," she came up to me and wrapped her hands around my neck, the strong
  • smell of her perfume giving me an instant headache. "You're not going to
  • play hard to get now, are you? Why would the Princi bother about what the urges
  • of two students?"
  • "One
  • student and a teacher." I removed her hands easily as she
  • stood gaping at me. "My name is Ethan Whitmore and I'm the new chemistry
  • teacher. Now, if you do not want to be suspended from school, you will get out
  • of this room immediately."
  • Her
  • shock turned to anger as she stepped back hastily and picked up her bag.
  • "How dare you!" He screeched. "You're going to regret this, Mark
  • my words."
  • With
  • that, she flung the door open and stomped out of the class.
  • Thankfully,
  • the hallway was still empty, but I had a feeling that my reputation wasn't
  • going to be as spotless as it was.
  • So
  • much for a fresh star.
  • Akira's
  • P.O.V
  • Dear
  • Diary,
  • I
  • can't believe I just wrote that! But since I already did, I might as well get
  • this over and done with.
  • I'm
  • a good girl, I swear. I finish my homework way before time.
  • Eat my veggies without complaint (my sister is an awesome cook, by the way). I
  • don't have a boyfriend and I've never kissed or had sex with anyone....okay, so
  • one kiss on the cheeks in a game of truth or dare doesn't count. I'm a straight
  • A's student and all the teachers love me. No really!
  • So
  • then, why did I suddenly decide to write down my frustrating life story you
  • ask? Because I feel like I'm about to turn into a very, very bad
  • girl. The reason for that you ask? Ethan Whitmore.
  • He
  • joined last week as a trainee teacher for the senior classes. I'm still a
  • junior, so I'm not in his class yet, but be still my breaking heart! I've only
  • two more months till I'm a senior, until my eighteenth birthday and then I can
  • have a whole of 45 minutes to have wet dreams about him.
  • But
  • according to the rumor mill, he's not as clean as he looks. Apparently, he
  • started sleeping with the Bee's the instant he stepped foot into the school.
  • But instead of reporting him to the police, everyone's waiting for their turn
  • to come. Even some of the boys who hope that he miraculously turns out to be
  • gay or at least bi.
  • But
  • character sketch aside, he really does make me want to be the next girl on his
  • list. Thank you to whoever is upstairs, for finally sending a
  • hot teacher to our school. I have a feeling that his lessons are going to be
  • just mind blowing!
  • Hey!
  • That's a great idea! Why don't I write it down? About a sexy blonde teacher
  • having sex on top of his desk? Or kitchen counter? Hmmm. Such tempting ideas.
  • Wonder what I should write first. And there's also this new writing competition
  • coming up for that town magazine. Maybe I can enter it there as a prank. Wish I
  • could see their reaction when they read my work. They'd probably fall off their
  • chair in horror.
  • This
  • is gonna be so much fun! Can't wait to get started.