"Detention"
Ch.1
Ch.1
I sat on top of a desk as I waited for him to arrive.
Classroom A. After school. We had agreed on this.
And I was there.
I figured that since he was a busy man, I wouldn’t be seeing him as soon as
school let out at 2:45pm. 3:00pm he would probably show. So, I sat. I flattened
out creases on my dress, reapplied delicious lip gloss, and with my fingers
combed through my luminous, long, black hair. I wouldn’t say that I obsess over
my appearance; but I do care about how I look. And each morning as I get ready
for school, I think of him. As I sing passionate songs in the shower, as I let
my fair skin bathe in the moisture of my favorite perfumed lotion, as I pick
out lingerie, as I stare back at myself in the mirror to apply make-up…he
floods my thoughts. I wanted to look my best for him, for my perfect man. I
checked my nails—no chips. I checked my hosiery—no snags. I checked my
container of mints—one left. I popped it into my mouth and let it quickly
dissolve. Thinking about the encounter I was about to have, the coolness of the
mint most likely wouldn’t last long.
Three minutes
until 3 o’clock and he entered the room—careful to close and lock the solid
door behind him. I walked over to him and took off his leather messenger bag to
place onto his teacher’s desk. I go to him again and take the files and cup of
coffee out of his hands to set beside his bag. Turning around and slightly
leaning back on his desk, he approaches me. We stood face-to-face, eyes locked.
It had been weeks since we saw each other like this in such a private setting.
Our desire for each other combined with our separation created a strong
attraction between us that could not be contained any longer.
We kissed. And
the heat of our passion took away the coolness of my mint, just as I assumed it
would.
With his arms
wrapped around my waist and my arms wrapped around his, we became engulfed
within each other. I was lost in the kiss as I thought of how nothing could
tear us apart, how we didn’t need to worry about our relationship, how we were
meant to be. I felt the feeling of weightlessness as he held me and kissed me.
And when he stopped, gravity came back. I placed my hand on his chest, still
able to feel his toned body hidden underneath his dress shirt layered with a
sweater. With my other hand I twirled a lock of his thick, dark hair between my
fingers. He looked down at me with his kind, violet eyes. I guess I call them
kind because I’ve seen him without his spectacles on—the only time anyone would
be able to distinguish what his eyes have to say.
We gazed at each
other, knowing how deep we were in this. Our relationship had serious
consequences; he could get fired and unable to work again, and my parents would
have me transfer to another school to separate us and to help me escape the
poisonous gossip that encompasses such a scandalous relationship. Despite the
consequences, though, we had fallen for each other so hard that there was no
getting back up. We both knew how inseparable we were, yet we always came back
to the same conversation.
Mr. Faraize
looked down and grinned at me. He was the first to begin our repetitious
exchange of words (our only exchange of words at our private meetings).
“Gracelyn, you
know we can’t be doing this,” he said softly.
“I know,” I
replied while looking down at the hand I still had on his chest. I knew we
couldn’t have this, but we did. And what we had didn’t feel wrong at all. How
could anyone put such a restriction on love? If I weren’t still in high school,
it would be okay. I’m legally an adult, and he is only a couple years older.
But, he’s still my teacher. That is where society tells us that it is wrong.
That is where society would file lawsuits if such a relationship was publicly
known. So here we are, meeting in secret. And here we are, having this
conversation.
Mr. Faraize
gently caressed my cheek. “So why did you come here then?” he asked.
“The same reason
that you came.”
“Oh?” He lifted
me up onto his desk. I leaned back as he leaned into me. “And what is that?”
I lifted my face
towards him as if to kiss. With my eyes kept onto his lips, I breathed out my
answer, “Detention.”
He grinned then
kissed me. He slowly moved from my lips down towards my neck. And in-between
his kisses he whispered his reply, “Me, too.”
Es muy caliente, no? haha. I think I stole the idea from Pretty Little Liars, Aria and Mr. Fitz. TOO BAD HE'S _________. I won't spoil it for fellow Netflixers.
I hope to create more fanfics soon revolving more around the actual gameplay episodes. Use Sims 3 and make videos, perhaps. This would be a pretty saucy video if I can manage to pull it together. We shall see. Hope you enjoyed the Mr. Faraize Fanfiction!
~Elizabeth / LoveGraceTruth
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