Chapter Tags: angst, teasing, flirting, seduction, underage drinking, playing innocent,
Chapter WC: 2007
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The school seems nice enough, but it’s also fairly stuck up. Everything is pristine and perfect, and all the photos you’ve seen lining the hallways of various teams show girls in perfect uniforms. There are trophy cases everywhere, with awards from all manner of different championships from basketball to Mathletes. It’s very prestigious, and you can’t help but feel completely out of place. There happens to be a wall in reception full of photos of all the staff, and you eagerly scan it for any hint of some attractive teachers. Jensen is the most attractive out of all of them, even if he is your uncle, but some of the other male teachers aren’t too bad. You’ll take what you can get if there aren’t any boys here.
“There you are, did you get lost at all?” Jensen asks, rounding the corner to find you.
“Not really, pretty straight forward,” you smile slightly. “This place is far too fancy for me.”
Jensen looks around and shrugs. “It’s a good school, I’m lucky to work here.”
“So what, are all the girls here like major geeks?” you ask, pointing to one of the many trophy cabinets.
Jensen glances back over his shoulder and chuckles.
“You don’t have to be a geek to want to do well, Y/N,” Jensen tells you. “A lot of the girls here want to move on and go to a good college and get good careers. And we encourage them to do the things that inspire them. For some girls, that’s sports and for others it’s math and science, or drama.” You roll your eyes, it all sounds so boring. “What about you? What are you good at?”
You stare at Jensen for a long moment, genuinely considering his question.
“Fucking,” you shrug, crossing your arms over your chest.
Jensen doesn’t look impressed. “Those inappropriate comments are gonna stop,” he informs you.
“What? You asked what I’m good at.”
“And you said having sex,” Jensen reminds you, like he’s waiting for you to see the issue.
“Because I am. Never had any complaints,” you smirk. “Maybe I should be a pornstar.”
“Okay, what did you want to be when you were younger?” Jensen tries again, ignoring your comment.
You’re not sure why he’s being so damn insistent, but it’s a little irritating. Why does he have to care so much? You huff, and look down to your feet.
“I don’t know, a writer?”
“A writer, so like books and things?” Jensen asks, like he’s genuinely excited you’ve given him a real answer.
“Yeah, I guess,” you reply, unenthusiastically.
“Great. We have creative writing groups you can join, and your English teacher is one of the best in the state.”
“Cool,” you mumble, not really sure you want to join a group and do more work. “I did cheerleading in my old school,” you add, remembering the tiny uniforms you got to wear.
“We have a squad here too, I’ll find out when try-outs are if you want?”
“Sure,” you sigh, knowing you’re not actually good enough to get in through talent.
You only got on the last team because you were friends with the head cheerleader, and had slept with half the football team. You can’t exactly do that in this school. You turn back to the wall.
“Hey, Mr Baxter is cute, is he one of my teachers?” Jensen sighs heavily behind you, and you smirk to yourself.
“Y/N, this is only going to work if you meet me halfway here. You’re here for one last chance. Not many people get to redo their senior year, especially not in a school like this. Don’t waste it.”
The only reason you came to this stupid school was for the excuse to live away from home for a bit, have some space from your father. You figured it was as close as you were getting to experiencing college life like all your other friends are starting to do. You can’t exactly tell Jensen that graduating isn’t your motive for being here, though, or he’ll kick you out. And you suppose you do want a chance at graduating, if only to get everyone off your back. Maybe Jensen’s right, you should make the most of this opportunity.
“Yeah, you’re right,” you agree, hating saying the words. “I’ll try.”
Jensen smiles wide. “That’s all I wanted to hear. Right, should we go get your uniform?”
“Are you serious? That’s disgusting,” you tell him, crinkling your nose.
Jensen continues to hold the skirt in front of him. Navy with mustard tartan stripes. The length looks like two of your normal skirts put together, and you can’t remove the look of horror from your face.
“This is the uniform,” Jensen informs you. “This with a white shirt, mustard tie, and black shoes.”
“Black? Oh my god… is it too late to go home?”
Jensen laughs softly, “It’s not that bad.”
“Jensen, it’s literally the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. You’re the principal, can’t you like… do something about that? This is basically child abuse.”
Jensen pushes the skirt against you. “Try it on.”
You reluctantly oblige, and after a little tweaking, you’re able to make the uniform look okay. You step out of the changing rooms to show him, and instantly he frowns.
“How is your skirt so short?” he asks.
“Because I rolled the waistband over and basically pulled it up to under my fucking boobs. It wasn’t even showing my knees.”
“That’s the way it’s supposed to be,” he huffs.
“Gross, this isn’t the nineteen hundreds, knees aren’t slutty.”
“Well that’s too short,” Jensen tells you adamantly. “And why do you have so many buttons on your shirt undone?”
“Are you slut shaming me?”
“When did I call you a slut? I’m just telling you that the way you’re wearing that uniform isn’t appropriate.”
“Why are you even looking at my chest, anyway?”
“I’m not–”
“Obviously you were. Why would you think this is inappropriate? Bit weird of you to notice, isn’t it?”
Jensen’s cheeks instantly darken and he clears his throat.
“Alright, let’s get out of here,” he grumbles, turning around.
You smirk triumphantly, and head back into the changing rooms.
You’d been pleasantly surprised with your dorm room when you first dropped your bags off. It’s fairly large, two queen sized beds either end of the room with dressers and desks between the two of them. There’s an ensuite bathroom, too, with everything you could need inside. You can only imagine that parents pay a lot of money to send their kids somewhere like this, and then you wonder if your father is paying for your stay, or if Jensen has given you a free ride. Your father’s more than good for it. You’ve never really understood the investment stuff he does, but it’s always given you the best of everything, with a large home and plenty of family vacations.
Your mind drifts to your mother, and if she still lives the same type of comfortable life, or if she struggles to get by wherever she is. She didn’t work when you were younger, mainly because your father made enough to support the whole family, but once you gotten a little older she started working as a PA for some big hot shot company. From then on she was barely home. Work kept her busy and absent. You lost your Mom well before she walked out. At least it always felt that way.
You’d never had any real career ambitions. When you were younger you thought about being a teacher like Jensen and Clarissa. Sometimes during summer break, Clarissa would take you into the high school she worked in, and would show you around. When you were only in middle school, everything seemed so big and scary, but you also couldn’t wait to be old enough to go. Clarissa worked in a different high school to the one you attended, which you became grateful for eventually, because you saw enough of her at home, and the last thing you needed was a teacher that knew your father in your school, reporting back to him on everything you were up to. You laugh slightly when you consider that Jensen will probably do that now. While you’d told him you’d try, and a part of you does want to do well this time around, the part of you that wants to piss off your father always wins.
You finish unpacking, hanging up a little black dress in your closet, and you run your fingers down the lace material, biting your bottom lip as you get an idea. Jensen’s home is situated at the entrance of the school grounds, and he’d suggested you stay in his spare room until school started, so you wouldn’t be alone in the dorms. But, you’d insisted you were old enough to be alone, and he’d dropped the subject. As long as you can sneak past his house without him noticing you, there’s nothing stopping you from exploring the town a little more. You don’t know how far up her own ass your roommate is going to be, especially if she’s a dorm monitor or whatever Jensen called her, so sneaking out might get tricky once school starts. You glance at your alarm to see it’s coming up to eight, and pull the dress from the hanger, deciding it’s about time to make the most of your new found freedom.
Your fake ID works as good as it’s done the last few nights, and you thank the barman who hands you your drink. If you push your boobs up a little and make sure your hair and makeup is done well, then sometimes you don’t even need it. You sip your drink and let your eyes scan the bar, looking out for any attractive guys, and then your attention is drawn to a guy further down the bar. He looks like he’s maybe late forties or early fifties, easily older than your father and Jensen, but he’s very attractive. Salt and pepper stubble, hazel eyes. He catches you staring, and you look away and down at your drink, twirling your hair around your finger as you wait to see if he’ll approach you. Except he doesn’t, even though he keeps glancing in your direction. You clear your throat, knowing exactly what you need to do, and glance around the bar and back to your drink.
You do this a couple more times before grabbing your glass and slowly heading towards him.
“Hey, this is really weird, but urm… I think that guy over there is checking me out, and I’m here alone, and I just feel a little… uncomfortable. Would you mind if I sat with you?” Your voice is sweet and delicate, and you’re biting your lip ‘anxiously’, hoping he falls for the damsel in distress act. You know guys like him, you know exactly what they want, and you love acting the part.
“Of course, sweetheart, take a seat,” he smiles, glancing around the bar himself. You bite back the triumphant smirk as you take the stool next to him. “What’re you doing in a place like this alone, little darling?” he asks.
“Well, I’ve just moved into the area, so I’m a little out of my depth.”
His hazel eyes scan over you and you bask in the attention for a moment, playing with your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to seem accidentally seductive.
“Well, I’m new too, so I’m grateful for the company,” he smiles, taking a swig of beer.
“Well, maybe we could figure out the area together sometime,” you offer, smirking softly.
“You wanna hang out with an old man like me?” he scoffs, smirking back.
You shrug a shoulder nonchalantly and giggle. “Age is only a number, right…”
“Jeff,” he offers.
“Hey Jeff, I’m Y/N.”
“So, what brings you here?” he asks next, turning in his stool to face you front on.
“Oh urm, thought it was time for a clean slate. What about you?”
“New job, messy divorce,” he explains briefly.
You bite your bottom lip softly, reaching out to grip his arm.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I don’t know what a break up is like, but I imagine it sucks.” You stroke his arm softly, smiling sympathetically.
“It is what it is, doll,” he shrugs. You slip your hand away. “So you’ve never had a break up?” he presses.
“I’ve kinda… never had a boyfriend,” you lie, shrugging softly, feigning embarrassment. “It’s stupid really, I had this idea of finding true love in high school and it didn’t happen, and now I’m some lame twenty one year old with no idea about guys.”
“Pretty girl like you, I find that hard to believe,” he tells you skeptically.
You shrug again, taking another sip of drink. “Guess I just need someone to show me what I’ve been missing,” you purr, biting your bottom lip a little more seductively this time, feeling heat pool in your core at the way Jeff suddenly starts looking at you.
“Guess you do, baby girl.”
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