Why So Sexy, Miss Evans - S01 E13

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Why So Sexy, Miss Evans - S01 E13

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

I was greeted with another one of her sadistic smirks, and I swear I could see her eyes darken, but as soon as it came it was gone.

"Then what do you want to do in your last day of detention?" she asked amusedly.

"Well, we can get to know each other," I smirked

"I'd rather teach you calculus," she rolled her eyes but I could still see a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"So rude, aren't you minimally curious to know a little about me?" I pouted.

"Go on, what's so interesting about you?" She rested her chin on her hand giving me all of her attention. "Besides being an annoying teenager, of course."

"I..." God dammit! "I'm a great fan of literature!" I said the first non-stupid thing that popped in my head, I was not lying, I do enjoy reading books... On my phone... About ladies getting in other ladies pants... And it might or might not be about teacherxstudent romances.

"Ok, I know that, we talked about that very recently," she said tilting her head on her hand, shit. "What's your favourite genre?"

"Hmm... Romance?" It came out more as a question but before she could say anything I cut her off. "What's yours?"

"I like romance as well," she said crossing her arms and resting her back on the chair. "Thrillers too."

"The kind of romance you were reading in the classroom the other day?" I asked with a smirk.

"Anything else?" she asked rolling her eyes ignoring my question.

"Well, I skateboard," I chuckled at my lack of things to say.

"I know that." She rolled her eyes again. "I ride a car."

"I'm really persistent and I don't give up on things easily," I said scratching my chin, who knew thinking about good things to say about me was this hard.

"I hope that persistence of yours will also reflect on your schoolwork," she sneered.

"You're no fun," I rolled my eyes at her teasing.

"What do you mean? I'm having lots of fun," she chuckled evilly, lots of fun messing with me that is. "Tell me more."

"I'm good at kissing." I gave her a cocky smile.

"You're not a good flirter though."

"What? Yes, I am," I said crossing my arms. Am I that bad at flirting? Well, I'm single so that explains a lot.

"You lack a lot of charm, Krause." She chuckled at the face I was making.

"Excuse you?" I'm shook, this woman needs Jesus, Buddha and Krishna.

"Anyways, I know you were the one throwing that piece of paper on the board earlier," she said getting up from her chair and standing in front of me. "Jealous much? You don't really need to tell me things about yourself Anna, you're too predictable."

"I'm pretty sure there are things about me you don't know," I crossed my arms again as I saw her rest her back on her desk.

"I didn't say there weren't," she said amusedly.

"I'm sorry to tell you but you're not as predictable, I know nothing about you."

"You don't need to know me, Anna."

"And why is that?" I asked getting a little frustrated.

"I'm your teacher," she said simply, rolling her eyes and going back to her desk, sitting back on her chair.