Hot For Teacher by Liv Morris, Mandee Mae, M.C. Cerny, Phalla S. Rios, Niquel, Missy Johnson, Carly Grey, Amalie Silver, Elle Bright, Vicki Green, Nicole Blanchard Page B
Authors: Liv Morris, Mandee Mae, M.C. Cerny, Phalla S. Rios, Niquel, Missy Johnson, Carly Grey, Amalie Silver, Elle Bright, Vicki Green, Nicole Blanchard
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head. Shit . Like a zombie, I turn around and shuffle back. Karma really has it out for me in this life, doesn’t she? What a little bitch.
Jack
I stop in the cafeteria prior to my class to pick up a cup of coffee and grab my student roster from Dean Andrews. I pay for the chalky brew, and I now remember why I always got coffee near my place and never on campus. I walk down the hall, passing students eager to start their day, and read over the list of fifty-five names I will be instructing for the last few weeks of the semester. None of the names ring a bell…until I get to the end of the list. Edith Willows. I reread the list twice, figuring it had to be a coincidence. Rutgers is an enormous campus with several thousand students. It is impossible for it to be her. I want it so badly to not be her, the one who stopped me from pursuing teaching.
I go to my classroom and meet Daniel Munson, the TA and senior Calculus major, by the door. After a brief greeting, I walk past him into the classroom. He is checking names off the attendance list. Of course, he is near the end and I catch his call for Edith Willows. I set my bag and coffee down, looking into the risers of the lecture hall. A head peeks up, all dark glossy hair and big brown eyes set in a pale face that looks almost as horrified as I feel when she meets my gaze. Immediately, I look away and reach into my bag, grabbing my notes for today’s lecture. There is no way it can be her, but it is, I know it is. Taking a deep breath, I make sure I stand behind the podium and instruct Daniel when I want him to write something on the board for me.
I am more than capable of doing it myself, but the problem is that I am sporting the kind of wood only freshman boys do when they catch their first glance at a naked co-ed. Edith Willows had tormented me when I was student teaching at her high school almost six years ago. I had fast-tracked through college, thinking I wanted to teach math full-time. Then I saw Edith and all hell broke loose with my anatomy. It was possibly the worst year of my life. So much so, I minored in business and started my own company so I would never be tempted in the classroom, the way Edith tempted me. I was ashamed by my own attraction to her and, admittedly, I wasn’t very nice or kind to her back then because of my fears. All I had to do was stay away from her, get my teaching credits, and get the hell out of there, but I fucked that all up.
Edith Willows had a way about her, the tough girl who always looked ready to shatter into a million pieces. I knew the kids in her school teased her and bullied her quite a bit as she was a loner with a less-than-friendly attitude. Her family lived in a trailer park on the edge of town. Her daddy was a well-known drunk and beat the shit out of her mother, who was always equally drunk. I never knew how Edith made it to school every day. She was always late to my class, sneaking in the back unnoticed and finding reasons to cut out early. I felt bad for her and, as long as she was quiet and turned in her homework, I didn’t have it in me to send her to the principal’s office. I never saw her as college material, so the joke’s on me for assuming she wouldn’t amount to much. I figured she would follow in her parents’ drunken footsteps. But here she is now, sitting in a senior math class. Good girl , I thought, until I realize I need to not have any thoughts about her, good or bad, if I am going to get through this. I can’t exactly call Dean Andrews and back out of teaching this class without a legitimate reason.
I really need to forget about Edith. It was the same dynamic nearly six years ago and I am not going to lose everything simply because my dick wants something it can’t have. I finish the rest of the class by giving the students the assigned quiz Dr. Roth had left before his medical leave. Daniel, my puppy dog TA, shoved a paper at me, while students scribble out
Jack
I stop in the cafeteria prior to my class to pick up a cup of coffee and grab my student roster from Dean Andrews. I pay for the chalky brew, and I now remember why I always got coffee near my place and never on campus. I walk down the hall, passing students eager to start their day, and read over the list of fifty-five names I will be instructing for the last few weeks of the semester. None of the names ring a bell…until I get to the end of the list. Edith Willows. I reread the list twice, figuring it had to be a coincidence. Rutgers is an enormous campus with several thousand students. It is impossible for it to be her. I want it so badly to not be her, the one who stopped me from pursuing teaching.
I go to my classroom and meet Daniel Munson, the TA and senior Calculus major, by the door. After a brief greeting, I walk past him into the classroom. He is checking names off the attendance list. Of course, he is near the end and I catch his call for Edith Willows. I set my bag and coffee down, looking into the risers of the lecture hall. A head peeks up, all dark glossy hair and big brown eyes set in a pale face that looks almost as horrified as I feel when she meets my gaze. Immediately, I look away and reach into my bag, grabbing my notes for today’s lecture. There is no way it can be her, but it is, I know it is. Taking a deep breath, I make sure I stand behind the podium and instruct Daniel when I want him to write something on the board for me.
I am more than capable of doing it myself, but the problem is that I am sporting the kind of wood only freshman boys do when they catch their first glance at a naked co-ed. Edith Willows had tormented me when I was student teaching at her high school almost six years ago. I had fast-tracked through college, thinking I wanted to teach math full-time. Then I saw Edith and all hell broke loose with my anatomy. It was possibly the worst year of my life. So much so, I minored in business and started my own company so I would never be tempted in the classroom, the way Edith tempted me. I was ashamed by my own attraction to her and, admittedly, I wasn’t very nice or kind to her back then because of my fears. All I had to do was stay away from her, get my teaching credits, and get the hell out of there, but I fucked that all up.
Edith Willows had a way about her, the tough girl who always looked ready to shatter into a million pieces. I knew the kids in her school teased her and bullied her quite a bit as she was a loner with a less-than-friendly attitude. Her family lived in a trailer park on the edge of town. Her daddy was a well-known drunk and beat the shit out of her mother, who was always equally drunk. I never knew how Edith made it to school every day. She was always late to my class, sneaking in the back unnoticed and finding reasons to cut out early. I felt bad for her and, as long as she was quiet and turned in her homework, I didn’t have it in me to send her to the principal’s office. I never saw her as college material, so the joke’s on me for assuming she wouldn’t amount to much. I figured she would follow in her parents’ drunken footsteps. But here she is now, sitting in a senior math class. Good girl , I thought, until I realize I need to not have any thoughts about her, good or bad, if I am going to get through this. I can’t exactly call Dean Andrews and back out of teaching this class without a legitimate reason.
I really need to forget about Edith. It was the same dynamic nearly six years ago and I am not going to lose everything simply because my dick wants something it can’t have. I finish the rest of the class by giving the students the assigned quiz Dr. Roth had left before his medical leave. Daniel, my puppy dog TA, shoved a paper at me, while students scribble out
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