Late for French

Oliver’s POV

We both walk into the empty French class and my mischievous mind wonders of all the fun activities that we can get up to this lunch time.

I put my back pack on one of the desks at the front of the class and turned around to face Mr Franceschi. I place my hands on the desk either side of me and discreetly push my body forwards and smile at Mr Franceschi as seductively as I can.

“Where do you want me, sir?” I say with a seductive tone which matches my body language.

His eyes flicker up and down my body just like he did earlier and I couldn’t help but get a tingle of excitement shoot through my body at the precise moment. Fuck, he was really hot and he so badly wanted me.

“At the front of the class.” He says.

I push myself off from the desk I was leaning on and follow him to the front of the class. I wonder what he had in mind at the front of the class... I bite my lip in anticipation.

“Well, your first act of discipline today is cleaning the black board.” He says, handing me the black board eraser.

My seductive mood instantly drops and I give the eraser a dirty look like it’s something disgusting as he holds it out to me.

“You’re joking right?” I raise an eyebrow.

“No, this is your punishment for being late to my class Oliver.”

“It’s Oli. And this is bullsh-“ He stops me from finishing my sentence by pressing his finger to my lips.

“Nu uh. You wouldn’t want that dirty mouth of yours getting you into any more trouble now would you?”

There was a hint of cockiness on his face and that annoyed me. Even more so I hated the fact at how much I liked his finger against my lips. It was a simple touch but it had my teenage hormones going crazy inside of me, screaming to be touched more.

When I don’t say anything he teasingly slides his finger slowly down my lips, letting it seductively pull down my bottom lip, allowing his finger to linger there for just a moment. My breath got caught in my throat and he notices causing him to smile smugly.

His finger drops from my lips and I blink a few times to try and register what on earth just happened and I glance up to meet Mr Franceschi’s eyes. He was already staring at me with amusement and flirtatious eyes.

My cheeks burn a hot red and I could feel my heart pounding away in my chest despite that my entire body was tingling from head to toe. Fuck, what did he do to me?

“The black board isn’t going to clean itself Oliver.” He teases.

I frown and swallow hard to shake whatever feeling he had rattle up inside of me. He still had that annoying smug look on his face which pissed me off thinking that he was such a hard man.

I snatch the eraser out of his hand and huff loudly in annoyance and started cleaning the board. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when he said detention.

I stood on a chair still cleaning this god damn black board but no matter how many times I went back and forth with the eraser, the chalk dust just wouldn’t budge. Not to mention it was all over my black blazer which made it look like someone had poured flour over me as a prank.

It didn’t help that Mr Franceschi was sat on top of his desk behind me watching my every move making sure I did a good enough job. I swear I’ve caught him about twice already looking at my ass. That didn’t bother me though, I even pushed it out to make it more obvious for his viewing.

“You’ve missed a spot over there.” He points to the upper right corner which was furthest away from me.
I turned to glare at him. Was he purposely trying to annoy me?

He wasn’t making this any better, he was actually pissing me off with his unnecessary comments whilst he just sat on his ass and criticize my cleaning.

“Why is your classroom the only one with a fucking black board? It’s 2016 for crying out loud, everyone has white boards these days so we don’t have to be stuck cleaning this shit.” I curse.

“Watch your language Oliver.” He warns.

“Oh right, we’re in French class so more like ‘vas te faire encule’ ?”

He scoffs and shakes his head at my insult.

“Of course you know the swear words.” He chuckles.

“Oui.” I pull a smug smile at him and step down from the chair.

“I guess the school can’t afford white boards for the language department just yet so in the mean time naughty school boys like yourself will have to suffer cleaning them.”

I send him a hard scowl and cross my arms over my chest like the stubborn teenager I was and he rolls his eyes at me.

“Okay the board is probably as clean as it’s gonna get. Now just clean the erasers.”

“Why do I have to clean the erasers, you’re just gonna dirty them again after lunch.” I whined.

“Detention isn’t over yet Oliver. Best start cleaning them before lunch is over or I’ll have you back here after school cleaning both the board and erasers again.”

I open my mouth to protest but the prick interrupts me.

“I wouldn’t say anything else if I was you, I’ve already let your swearing go a miss but if you don’t want to have detention for the rest of the week, then I’d advise you to be quiet and get on with the job I’ve asked you to do.”

I clench my teeth in anger, I was so close to snapping at him and giving him a shit load of attitude but I knew it would be best not to say anything at all. I’m most likely to make plans with Jona for Friday night and I didn’t want to ruin them with being stuck in detention with asshole Franceschi.

With a glare full of hatred at my teacher I huff in frustration and pick up the other eraser and started patting them both together to get rid of the extra chalk dust stuck inside them.

After about five minutes of continuously hitting the erasers together I was lost in a cloud of dust. I wave my hand in front of my face to get rid of the lingering dust but it only made it worse. I couldn’t control the sudden fuzziness which tickled my nose and I was soon having a sneezing fit.

After the sixth sneeze I was a watery eyed running nose mess.

I hear Mr Franceschi laughing at me and I turn to scowl him but he doesn’t even notice because he was still laughing. My temper rises, he’s basically just made me make a fool out of myself and I wasn’t going to stand here and take any more of it.

“You know what, I’m done. Clean them yourself!” I yell, throwing the erasers on the floor.

“Detention isn’t over kid.”

“I don’t care!”

I go over to the front desk and put my bag over my shoulder and go to walk out but Mr Franceschi grabs my arm and pulls me back.

“Just a minute.”

“What do you want?” I groan and I see that his eyes had softened and the laughter was gone.

My temper swiftly fades when I see him looking at me with kind gentle eyes but still remain pretty much unreadable. What did he want?

His grasp around my arm loosens and his hand touches my cheek softly as he starts stroking my face without breaking any eye contact with me.

Yet again my heart is pounding out of control in my chest and that tingly feeling from earlier was back again full power and sending my mind in a world of a mixture of confusion and raging hormones that just wanted to be touched in some way.

Mr Franceschi brings his face close down to mine that our noses were almost touching. I swallow hard as I notice my confidence fall and my innocence rises. I didn’t like this vulnerability at all but I couldn’t help how he made me feel.

“S-sir?” I stutter nervously.

I glance to his lips and back up at his pale blue eyes seeing them lost in my brown ones.

Was he going to kiss me? What was going on right now? Should I make the next move or what? My mind was telling me a thousand things at once right now and I couldn’t think of anything else other than my asshole but extremely hot teacher inches away from my lips.

When I thought he was going to lean in, he sighs and pulls back reluctantly and wipes my cheek showing me the dust on his finger tips causing me to frown at his act.

“You had dust on your face, you might want to wash up before you head to your next class.” He smirks at me and my heart drops for a second.

He was just toying with me, turning me into even more of a fool. Fucking prick, I hate him!

My eyebrows furrow together and my fist tightens around the strap on my bag as I feel my temper bubbling up inside me. This teacher has a fucking death wish, I swear to god. I wanted to punch his face in so much.

The bell rings indicating that lunch was now over.

“Now be a good boy and run along to your next lesson, we don’t want you to be late for that now do we.” He says running his finger along my cheek and lifting up my chin in a downgrading manner.

“Fuck you sir.” I seethe and run out of the class room door before he could stop me.

~~

I was patting off the dust from my blazer by the time I reached my English class on the other side of the building. Jordan was just walking into the class room before he pops his head out the door to look at me amusingly.

“What the hell happen to you? I thought you had detention not a fight with a black board eraser.” He scoffs and I send him a glare which quickly shuts him up. I was still fuming.

“I fucking hate him!”