Sarah Daya's POV

Why was he closing the door? 

He held his hand out and waited patiently as I gave him the tie. 

"What kind of sixth-former doesn't know how to put on a tie?" He muttered under his breath as he slung the fabric around my neck. He popped my collar up and began folding the tie. 

"What kind of teacher stares at his student's ass." As soon as the words left my mouth I knew it was a mistake. Mr Richards froze in mid-motion before his eyes flicked up to meet mine. I stiffened. 

"What's your name?" He whispered dangerously low.

"S-sarah?" My heart hammered in my chest. He nodded then suddenly pulled me against his chest. The action caught me off guard, Mr Richards's strong arm holding me in place.

"Sarah..."His hot breath fanned my face. "Let's make one thing clear, I wasn't looking at your ass."

"I mean, I saw you." It probably wasn't wise of me to be arguing with a teacher but anything to keep my mind of Mr. Richard's firm body pushed up against my breasts.

"No, you didn't.  Because that would be unprofessional of me, wouldn't it?" 

"I guess." I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. Mr Richards noticed my expression.

"But if I were staring, I'd do more than just stare." My eyes bulged in shock as he grabbed my ass. This was an obvious advance, a line had been crossed. I swallowed nervously. Do I report him? Do I play along?

"What would you do?"

"You want to know?"

"Yes."

"Say it." 

"I want to know what you would do," I bit back a moan. "To my ass."

"I'd make it mine." He whispered in my ear.  I shuddered as he kissed my earlobe and gripped me tighter.

"Do it." The deviant side of me was defiantly making an appearance today. I started to grind against him but Mr. Richard pulled away.

"Too bad I wasn't actually staring at your ass then." He went back to folding my tie causing me to pout. Once he finished with my tie, I tucked it into my school jumper.

"Young lady," Mr. Richard lifted my chin up to look him in the eyes. "Remember,  good girls learn how to tie knots." 

He tapped my tie to emphasise his point. 

"Thanks for the tip," I responded with a fake smile before storming past him. Yes, I was pissed. If we're going to cross the line then at least cross the line all the way. Show me you're bout that life.

"Wait." He stopped me in my tracks. I watched as he took an a5 card out of one of the box files and handed it to me.

"What's this?" 

"You were dunking lessons, you're on attendance report now 

"Are you shitting me! " I explained.  I apologise for swearing at a teacher but I just got here, I can be one report!

He shrugged, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips. "If you want to get off report, you have to report me every day, understood?"

I sighed. "Yes, Mr. Richard."

...

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Harry scratched the back of his neck.

Harry and I were hooking up regularly. At his place, at my place, in the school disabled toilets, at the back of the local park. Yes, we were that kind of couple and the whole school knew it.  

The number of dirty looks I got from female students as we walked, hand-in-hand, down the school corridors. Of course, no one dared to send a dirty look Harry's way -- not with his temper-- but you could see the jealousy buzzing behind the male student's eyes like a swarm of angry bees. 

Today Harry pulled me aside and said he'd wanted to ask me something important. I thought he was going to break things off, I was not expecting this. 

 "Huh?" I spluttered. 

He gave me a pointed look. "I'm asking if you'd like to be my girlfriend, girl damn! Making me repeat myself." 

"As in commitment?" I was gobsmacked.

My mouth hung open in pure shock.  I was used to guys like Harry only using me for my looks, then eventually getting bored and throwing me away.

"Something like that, yeah" He kicked a piece of debris on the ground nervously.

"You do know I'm bisexual, right?" 

Harry made a face. "What the hell is that?" 

I frowned. How can someone not know what bisexual means?

"It's liking both genders."

"Oh, word?" An unidentifiable expression flashed across Harry's face but it disappeared before I could confirm what it was. "I don't care about that stuff. Do you or don't you want to be mine?" 

I pondered it for a moment.

"Yes," I replied. "I'd love to be."