Chapter Tags: angst, teasing, mentions of minor coercion, guilt, teacher/student relationship suggested, smut mentioned
Chapter WC: 2302
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You smirk as you play with the button on your shirt, debating leaving it open to reveal just a little more cleavage, or whether a flash of pink lace on your first day is actually a good idea. You notice Holly glancing your way through the mirror, and chuckle softly.
“Everything okay there, Holls?” you ask brightly.
“You’ll probably get into trouble for wearing your skirt that short,” she points out.
You turn sideways into the mirror. “Why? It’s covering my ass,” you point out.
“It’s meant to hit our knees.”
You glance at her uniform, barely seeing any skin on show. Her navy socks are pulled up to her knees, and her skirt pretty much covers the rest.
“Yeah, but that looks gross,” you tell her honestly.
You decide on doing the button up, and ignore the look of disdain on Holly’s face regardless of your attempt to meet her halfway.
“It wouldn’t hurt to show a little skin, y’know?” You tell her, heading over to your phone as it buzzes on your bed.
“For who?” she asks, scoffing. “I mean… unless you’re into girls, no offence if you are, I didn’t mean like–”
“Not girls,” you interrupt, “but I’ve seen the photos of the teachers, there’s a couple of hot ones to impress.”
Holly only looks even more mortified, which makes you laugh as you look down at your phone. Your laughter fades when you read the screen.
Dad: Good luck on your first day, sweetheart. I hope you enjoy the classes and make friends. Call me later and tell me all about it. Love you x
You roll your eyes at your screen and throw your phone back down on your bed. The last thing you want is your father reminding you he exists. You’d been trying to forget all about him and how he’s no doubt shacked up with Clarissa, living some happy domestic life now you’re not home. You draw in a deep breath, reaching up to undo the button again.
“C’mon, I’m hungry,” you complain, heading for the door.
Jensen seems more nervous than you do. He approaches you in the dining hall at breakfast, and despite the daggers you shoot at him, he asks if you’ll talk with him outside the hall. Holly had made you sit with her and her friends, and while none of them seemed like your kind of people, they are the cheerleading squad, and if you know anything about the way cliques work, cheerleaders are the clique to be in if you wanna be equal parts of loved and hated.
“Jensen, what the fuck?” you hiss quietly as soon as you’re outside the hall, watching a few more girls pass to head to breakfast.
“I just wanted to check that you’re okay. You’ve got your schedule? You know where your first class is?” he fusses.
“Honestly, you’re worse than Dad,” you complain, crossing your arms over your chest.
Jensen scoffs, licking his lips and looking around. “Sue me for caring about you.”
“I’m fine, but I won’t be if you start pulling me out of breakfast for little chats. People are gonna think I’m some teacher’s pet or something. It’s so humiliating.”
“Alright, I get it, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” He laughs softly. “But you’ll come to me if you need anything, won’t you?”
“Yes!” You grunt frustrated, looking around to make sure people aren’t noticing you just standing talking to the Principal. “People are gonna start talking, can you, like, tell me off or something, give me some bad girl credits?” you smirk.
“Well I wasn’t going to say anything, but your skirt is too short,” he points out. You smirk, sticking your tongue into the corner of your lips. “And there are too many buttons undone on your shirt.”
“You just keep noticing that, huh? Why are you looking?”
“I’m serious, do them up.” You can’t help but notice that the stern look on his face is kinda attractive.
Even so, you don’t really want to listen to him, but you relent and do up two buttons, forcing a smile.
“Better?” you sass.
Jensen briefly glances at your chest and then clears his throat. “It’ll do.”
He turns on his heel and leaves at that, and you bite your lip watching him go as you reach up and pop the buttons open once more. He’s an idiot if he thinks it’s gonna be that easy.
At least the gym uniform is a little more your thing. The skort is as short as you’d made your skirt, and the polo shirt might not unbutton as low as your regular shirt does, but it’s still fairly flattering on you. You’re a little anxious to see Jeff’s reaction when he finally recognises you. While you do feel guilty to be exposing your little secret about being younger than you’d told him, you know you’re at least legal, which has to count for something, right? Plus, what girl hasn’t fantasised about having some steamy affair with a teacher? And one as hot as Jeff who can get you off as well as he can? You can already see the steamy rendezvous in the sports hall closet, and the after school detentions that end in some hands on discipline. You rub your thighs together at the very thought, and realise all the girls are leaving the locker room in pursuit of the sports field. You hang back, and step out onto the field after everyone else, seeing him in his gym uniform at the front of the class. He looks even better than you remember, despite the gym clothes.
He’s let his beard grow a little since you last saw him a couple of days ago, and you wonder if that’s because of the mark you’d left behind. Yours are still red and angry, even though Holly had talked you into covering them with foundation so they were at least a little less offensive.
“Okay girls, as you’re probably aware Coach Ludley retired this summer, so you’re stuck with me now. My name is Coach Morgan, but on the field you can call me Coach Jeff. We’re going to be doing some basic fitness tests today so I can assess your abilities and get to know y’all a little better, so let’s start with some warm ups. I want three laps of the field starting now.”
The other girls slowly start to move. You keep your head down as you follow the crowd, and just as you’re about to pass him, Jeff reaches out and grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
As soon as he’s gotten your attention, he drops your hand, glancing around you nervously.
“Hey,” you smile timidly, a little more nervous than you’d thought you’d be at the confrontation.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he whispers out.
“Three laps of the field, apparently,” you try to joke, noticing his love bite, just under the extra growth of beard, which only makes you smirk at the reminder.
“Y/N,” he warns lowly.
“You remember my name,” you smile.
“Of course I fuckin’ do… we–” he stops himself abruptly and looks around, seeing the rest of the class are too far away to hear anything now. “Please don’t fuckin’ tell me you’re a real student.”
You swallow hard and take a deep breath. “Listen, it’s not as bad as it looks.” Jeff instantly clenches his jaw, turning away slightly. “I’m not really a senior… Well, I am, but this is my second time as a senior. I am legal.”
“That kinda doesn’t really matter right now. You’re my student. Fuck…” Jeff reaches up and rubs a hand over his mouth. “I’ve been on this job for three hours and I’ve already fucked a student.”
“You didn’t know… and I didn’t know you were gonna be my teacher,” you defend.
“You were in a bar! I’m guessing that was a fake ID?”
“Yeah…” you reply guiltily, “but I mean… I am eighteen,” you repeat. “It’s not the worst thing, right? We can just… keep it a secret, no one has to know.”
“I could lose my job over this… hell, I deserve to lose my job.” Jeff suddenly stops speaking and you realise some of the faster runners are getting close again now.
“Let’s talk about this later,” you offer.
“No, I don’t think we should spend any more time alone together. Just do your laps.”
You lick your lips and sigh, silently complying as you start to jog around the field, joining the crowd as it passes you.
You keep your eye on Jeff as he paces the space, and you feel a little guilty that you’ve put him in such a moral dilemma. But it’s not like you knew at the time either. Though, part of you wonders if you’d have still pursued him even if you did know who he was. Maybe you would have pursued him harder, which is the most fucked up part. When you think about it for too long, you feel worse. You did still lie to the man, let him believe you were twenty one. You might be legal for the sex part, but not for the drinking part, and maybe he wouldn’t have done anything with you had you been truthful about your age. Especially as he’s a teacher that coaches eighteen year olds. And then you wonder how many other guys that you’ve lied to about your age would have slept with you if you’d have been honest. You don’t want to think about it, because you don’t want to think about the possible rejection. That’s what you hate the most; being rejected. Being made to feel like you’re not good enough.
“You were strangely quiet in Math,” Holly notes after the second period.
You shrug your shoulders, playing with the hem of your skirt.
“It’s class, you’re not supposed to talk, thought a nerd like you would know that.”
Holly seems to brush off the bitchiness in your tone, luckily, because you regret your words as soon as you’ve said them. Honestly, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about Jeff and how he’d avoided even looking at you since your little chat. And not only are you feeling like you’re suddenly just not good enough for him anymore, but you’re also still feeling incredibly guilty.
“I’ve got Biology next, what about you?” Holly asks, changing the subject.
“Spanish,” you reply flatly.
You glance up to see Jeff turning the corner down the end of the hall, but as soon as he notices you he turns around and heads the other way. Without thinking, you pick up the pace to follow him.
“Y/N? Your class is that way!” Holly calls after you.
You ignore her, seeing Jeff head back into his office and take a deep breath. The bell rings and the halls start to clear, so you head towards his office and knock.
“Come in,” he calls out. You sheepishly open the door and peer around it. “Y/N,” he splutters out. “Bell went, you should be in class.” You bravely step into the office and close the door behind you. “What are you doing? We can’t be alone in here together.”
“Relax, you’ve been alone with other students in your office,” you huff, rolling your eyes.
“Not students I’ve had sex with when I thought they were twenty one.”
You bite your bottom lip nervously and nod your head. “I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t know who you were, I didn’t know you’d be here. I didn’t think I’d see you again.”
“That doesn’t matter, Y/N, you can’t lie to men about your age like that, not when there’s sex involved, do you know how dangerous that is? How much trouble you could get them… yourself in?”
“We had a good night though, right?” You ask, feebly trying to make things better. But you instantly know it’s the wrong thing to have said by the look on his face. “C’mon, Jeff, we did. I bet you didn’t regret it for a second, not until you saw me in Gym this morning,” you insist.
“That’s not the point.”
You roll your eyes, feeling yourself getting annoyed that he’s brushing you off like this. You’ve never been one of those needy girls that expects the guy to call her back, but you’d had a good time with Jeff, and it kinda stings that he’s not acknowledging that now.
“I have to tell the Principal.”
“What?” you shoot out. “You’ll lose your job.”
“I know. I don’t fucking want to, but it’s the right thing to do. If I keep teaching you knowing what we’ve done… I made a mistake and I’ve gotta own up to it, because that’s what adults do.”
“I’ve already apologised for lying to you, Jeff. I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to have some fun, and we did, and it’s not the end of the world. It’s not like I’m some kid.”
“You’re my student, Y/N. You might as well be a kid.”
Jeff stands up and walks around you, leaving you open mouthed as he walks out of his office. You are certainly not a kid, and you’re going to prove that to him, remind him that he didn’t seem to think so on Friday night. You’re too wounded to go to Spanish, so you sulk in Jeff’s office for what feels like hours, even though the end of class buzzer hasn’t sounded out yet. You’re admiring the baseball bat on a shelf when the school’s loud speaker crackles to life.
“Y/N Padalecki, please report to the Principal’s office.” You sigh, staring at the black speaker in the top corner of the room. “Y/N Padalecki to Principal Ackles’ office immediately, thank you.”
And so it begins.
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