Late for French

Oliver’s POV

I was late.

It’s the start of the school year and I’m going into my final year and I guess it wasn’t a good look to stroll in late, not that I cared to be honest. I was always late that wasn’t something new to me or to the teachers. I was sixteen and now in year 11 and I’ve already missed the first two days because I was sick.

Annoyingly, my neighbour and best friend Lynn picked up my time table for me so I knew what classes I had today. I had French first thing and by the time I walked through the school corridors the halls were like a ghost town. The bell had already run for classes which were now in full swing so I decided to take my time walking to class. I was already late, no point in rushing to it now.

I eventually found the classroom which was on the second floor and at the very end of the hall. I didn’t even bother knocking or looking through the class window, I just waltz right in and saw Lynn sitting at the back of the room and chose to sit down next to her.

I took my headphones out of my ears and tucked my ipod into my blazer pocket before glancing up and finding everybody staring at me.

“What?” I ask bluntly.

This then made my class mates turn back around in their seats and get on with whatever they were doing before I walked in. I noticed the teacher approaching my table, a teacher I didn’t recognise I may add. I rolled my eyes preparing for the lecture coming my way.

I forgot Lynn mentioned there was a new French teacher this year and that he was kinda hot to. That he was, I couldn’t deny him that not that I’ll ever give him the satisfaction of it though.

He was rather tall with brown pushed up ruffled hair, with quite abit of facial hair and was casually dressed. Yes, he was very attractive indeed and young too.

“Oliver Sykes is it?” he asks when he reaches my table.

“Oli.” I corrected him.

“You’re over twenty minutes late for my class.”

“So what.” I shrugged.

“Care to explain to me why?”

“I was sleeping.” I say truthfully.

Mum practically had to drag me out of bed this morning.

“Well since you’re unable to get up in time like the rest of your fellow class mates, you can make up for the time you missed at lunch.”

“Just because I was late for your class?”

“You waste my time I’ll waste yours.” He dismisses the conversation and is quick to turn on his heel before I could answer him back.

I narrowed my eyes at him and watched as he walks back to the front of the class to his desk. What an idiot. I notice on the board behind him he had written his name, Mr Franceschi. I snorted to myself, what sort of name is that? This teacher had no idea what student he was dealing with.

“Seriously?” Lynn nudges me with her elbow.

“What?”

“You haven’t even been here for two minutes and you already have detention.”

“Did you expect any different? Anyway, what I miss?” I grin at her annoyingly and she huffs.

“Just copy my notes Oli.” She says pushing her text book towards me.

“Thanks Lynn, what would I ever do without you?” I say in a sweet annoying tone and she just rolls her eyes at me.

“Fail.” She says and we both laugh.

She was right, I would. I was thankful for her really, she was always saving my butt with school work.

“Jordan said Mr Fuentes was pissed when he found out you chose French this year instead of Spanish.” I smirk to myself at this information.

Mr Fuentes was actually a cool teacher. Well, as cool as a teacher could be. He was alright last year until he kept nagging me about revising for the Spanish exam because he saw “potential” in me and thought I could go far. It was annoying as fuck and I hated revision and I wanted to have fun this year seeing as it’s my final year after all. So last minute I decided to change my choices and I guess Mr Fuentes isn’t too please.

“He’ll get over it and besides, I have a feeling French is going to be fun this year.” I smirk, glancing over at Mr Franceschi who was writing notes on the black board.

He had no idea how bad of a misbehave student I could be. The lengths I could go to to terrorise a teacher and make they’re teaching career a living hell and have them on the verge of quitting their job. This year I have my sights sent on Mr Franceschi and having the thrill of making his life an absolute misery, boy this year is going to be rather amusing.

The rest of French went past painfully slow. I didn’t pay too much attention to the rest of the lesson, I zoned out after awhile and only copied Lynn’s notes when I had to.

The bell ran and I couldn’t be more relieved, man this lesson was boring as fuck. Maybe I should have stayed in Spanish after all…

Everyone gots up from their seats and gather there stuff together before heading towards the classroom door.

“Oliver, hold on just a second.” Mr Franceschi calls me back as I’m about to out the door and I groan.

“See you at lunch.” Lynn says and walks off to her next lesson.

All the students leave the classroom and make their way to their next classes leaving me alone with Mr Franceschi.

“What do you want Sir?” I groan in annoyance.

“Drop the attitude for a start kid.” He tells me.

I frown and cross my arms over my chest and stood by the door as I impatiently waited for him to get his lecture over with.

He got up from his chair and stood awfully close to me by the door, far too close for a teacher to be next to his student I may add. My back rested against the door frame and I glanced up at him.

He gave me a stern stare as if he was trying to intimidate me but I wasn’t falling for it, I’ve manage to stare down many teachers in the past and there was no way in hell I was going to let this newbie think he has one over on me.

I furrowed my eyebrows together and stood up straight trying to match him but he was a lot taller than I was.

“I do not appreciate you being late to my class, Oliver. Make sure you’re on time for next lesson or else.”

“Or else what? You will have to punish me? Give me lame ass detention?” I mock with a smirk, rolling my eyes at his lame threat.

He’s quiet for a moment before I see his blue eyes flicker down to my lips and then to my neck. The first two buttons of my shirt was undone revealing a little bit of my pale skin.

I watch his eyes as they trail down the rest of my body and then back up to my eyes. I paused for a second, slightly startled. Was he checking me out?

“If you weren’t my student I’d give you a lesson or two which would wipe that smirk right off your face.”

“What?” I gasp kind of innocently yet abit shocked to.

Was that a sexual threat? First he checks me out and then he sexually comments about spanking me? I wasn’t just imagining all of this was I? It was totally inappropriate but I found myself surprisingly liking it… a lot.

So he wants to play dirty, well two can play at that game.

I give him my best innocent doe eyed gaze and bite my bottom lip seductively as I could and I see him stare down at my mouth and subconsciously biting his own lip in response.

I grin at my achievement but he soon realises the game I was playing and that lust filled look quickly disappeared from his face.

He cleared his throat and that stern expression was back on his face once again as he tried to be the professional teacher he’s supposed to be.

“Button yourself up and tuck in your shirt, your uniforms a mess.” He orders, reluctantly pulling his gaze away from my body.

Oh yeah, he totally wants me.

I glance down at my uniform and shrug at my appearance.

My uniform was your typical lazy teenage boys wear. Shirt not tucked into my trousers, top button undone with my red and navy striped tie which hung loosely around the collar. Vans instead of actual school shoes because come on, who wears school shoes to school these days?

Jordan and Jona wore their uniform scruffy like mine too, even Lynn. Apart from she obviously had the girl’s uniform with the navy blue skirt and white knee high socks which she absolutely hated because she was your typical tomboy.

I purposely refused to tuck in my shirt and remained taunting him with my Cheshire cat grin.

“Can I go to my next class now Mr Franceschi or would you prefer if I skip class to keep you company hm?”

He takes a step back away from me and scowls.

“I’ll see you back here at lunch time Oliver and don’t think about not attending to it either, I’ll come find you.”

“I bet you will.”

His eyes widen but before he can scowl me for my comment I’m already out of the door and down the hall.

Oh yeah, this is going to be an interesting year.

~~

It was finally lunch time and I couldn’t get out of maths fast enough, I almost forgot how boring and pointless school was. I was now waiting in the lunch queue for food with Lynn and Jordan catching up with what I’ve missed out on the last two days I’ve been off school.

“Hey cutie.” A voice whispered in my ear from behind me.

I turn my head and my eyes meet with Jona’s. I smile widely when I see the cute blonde standing in front of me.

“Got rid of that cold?” he asks.

“I’m no longer contagious.”

“Great, come here.” He says leaning in and planting his lips onto mine.

My back hits the wall and I gasp giving Jona the opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth. I didn’t mind, after all it’s been about a week since we last made out.

I hear the faint noises of disgust from Lynn and Jordan. They supported my sexuality and me coming out and everything, they just hated every time Jona and I sucked each others faces off in front of them. We were horny teenagers with raging hormones, you couldn’t blame us.

Over the summer holidays I came out as being gay and not long after lost my virginity to Jona. I was only fifteen at the time, not that age bothers me at all, it’s only a number. And well, I’m always up for having fun and Jona was exactly that.

We’re interrupted by a loud cough which makes us pull away from each other and turn towards where the sound came from.

Standing there with that stupid stern expression still on his face was Mr Franceschi. He actually went out of his way to come find me and force me to go to detention, just like he said he would. Jeez, he must have nothing better to do with his time than to track down rebellious school boys.

“So this is what you get up to instead on attending detention.” He says, rising an eyebrow at me.

“Detention already?” Jona asked humorously.

“Beat you to it this time didn’t I?” I smirked.

Jona was basically king of detention, I wasn’t far behind him but that’s where we met. Match made in heave don’t you think?

“I’m sure I’ll have one by the end of the week.” He tells me.

“Shall we Oliver?” Mr Franceschi motions for me to follow him.

“Whatever.” I huff and push past him and stomped down the end of the lunch hall with him following close behind me.

An entertaining thought came into my mind as I remembered Mr Franceschi’s inappropriate glances and comments. I wonder what surprises could arise in detention this afternoon while we’re alone…