The bell rang, signalling the end of school.
"Shit. Time for the extra classes." I muttered under my breath.
My friend Julie shot me a smirk and reminded me that today was Biology, that meant I could see my Biology teacher in all his manly glory.
You see, I only had two classes with him a week. But every chance I got, I would look at him and fantasize without end. About what, you ask? Well, that's for you to decide.
After lunch, we walked into the centre. Students were either busy studying or using their devices. Tutors discussed classes and even interacted with students. Though there was one tutor who rarely spoke to his students outside of class, it was the Biology tutor, Mr. Joseph.
Classes started as per usual, with a small pep talk from the principal of the centre, followed by the subject tutor entering the class.
And there he was, Mr. Joseph. He was standing at the doorway, head barely hitting the ceiling. Maybe it was due to the fact that he was 6 feet tall, which was impressive for Asians. His dark hair further accentuated his chiseled jaw. Piercing eyes framed by eyebrows that he would raise in response to a stupid question.
He wore a normal button-up shirt and slacks that showed off his well-toned figure. This I knew, from the photos he posted on social media. He was a gym junkie. No surprise there.
"Class. Get out the homework I gave you last week and don't-"
His eyes shot to me and the t-shirt I was wearing, mouth hanging open.
Finally, the reaction I was hoping to get. I smirked to myself.
He usually saw me in my uniform, but today, I changed my outfit. I mean I wasn't exactly unimpressive. Long slim legs which were complimented by a C-cup and long, dark, wavy hair.
"-Don't tell me that your dog ate it because I know half of you here don't own dogs." He continued. His eyes were still fixated on my chest.
He cleared his throat before continuing with class. We spent the entire period laughing about mispronunciation, and funny gestures from Mr. Joseph. He had this warmth to him, that made you feel comfortable. But also a mysterious aura.
Friday rolls along and Julie is busy doing my makeup.
"You're finally 18! We have to celebrate. And this is the only way to do it." She exclaims proudly.
"But aren't there other- you know- cleaner ways of doing it?" I whined.
"Nope." She stated firmly.
Two hours later, we're ready to go and we book an Uber to the nightclub which Julie was familiar with.
