Profe *will update soon*

Chp 6

I take a drag, you take a sniff

Uriel

Five minutes 'til the first warning bell and I decide it's time to unlock the door and put all ideas of hiding under my desk out of my head.

I feel the tears well up in my eyes. I blink a couple of times and with my handkerchief dry anything that is left behind. A deep puff of my inhaler (I think I might be over using it, I should call the doctor) and I open the door.

"Morning 'Profe.'" I want nothing more than to put my nose next to his skin to memorize what he must smell like early in the morning. I inhale deeply hoping to catch a glimpse of his scent, but instead, the smell of sex and cigarettes invades my nostrils. I feel a pang of jealousy and disappointment as I stare into his flirty eyes.

I clear the door and motion for him to enter and take his seat if he likes. There are no other students around; they will all probably hurry in after the first bell.

I sit at my desk. I really don't have anything to do, so I just sit there. He places his book bag under his desk and pulls out a pen. He stares at me as he plays with the pen.

"You didn't serve your detention yesterday." I had to break the silence and I had to banish all the images floating into my mind as the pen was sucked in and out of his mouth.

"See," he says while making his way to my desk, "I don't think that I deserve that detention." I raise an eyebrow. I'm curious to where he is going with this.

"Really?"

"I did nothing wrong, you asked me to tell you about myself and I did. If it bothers you that I am not straight, I believe that to be a personal problem and also discrimination. So instead of making a big deal about it I simply skipped it." He bends towards me and pulls a pen out of my front pocket.

"You being...being bisexual has nothing to do with your detention, you disturbed the classroom and were tardy" I try to stand as tall and straight as I can. I keep palming my inhaler thinking I will soon have an anxiety attack. I feel so stupid. I actually had to look up what bisexual exactly was at home last night after Marsha had gone to bed. I had a general idea, but I always like to have more than a general idea on anything.

"If you were going to give me detention for being tardy you should have given it to me when I walked in." He taps me on the nose with the pen, I just blink. But I soon manage to pull myself together. I take the pen away.

"Please don't be disrespectful." He pouts. "You disturbed the class and that is why I gave you detention, end of discussion. I will see you this afternoon in detention or I will be forced to give you Saturday detention"

He scoffs and jumps off the desk stepping closer to me, our feet are but an inch apart and, once again, I feel his breath on me.

"I'll be there," he steps away just as another student walks in and I can't help but feel relieved and disappointed.

Luciano

I'm not sure where the whole discrimination thing came from. I'm glad it didn't really work; I just hope no one else has detention with him.

I'm still trying to figure out how to go about things with him. I'm a cocky bastard and I admit it, but I don't think cockiness will work with him. I need to figure him out. I know he is attracted to me, that’s something I can always tell. It will be fun breaking down Mr. Wheaver, ugh such an ugly last name, ‘Profe’ works so much better.

I’ve always wanted to be fucked by a teacher, an extra point would be to do it in a classroom. It’s so wrong that I can’t help but be turned on by the idea. All my teachers have been too ugly to be worth my time, but ‘Profe’ is definitely worth it. I’ve even added him to my list. Shag Mr. Wheaver aka ‘Profe’.

I bet he’d come the minute I pull on his hair groaning Profe out, he can act all he wants that he doesn’t like the nickname, I know better.

-

I met with Robbie by my locker and walked together to our next class.

"How was algebra?"

"It was ok, took an assessment test."

"What happened with Mr. Whaever?"

"I have to make up detention this afternoon."

"I'm sure your girlfriend Andrea was very disappointed in you," he rolls his eyes and accentuates the word girlfriend trying to get a kick out of me.

"She said she would have to spank me later on." Rob pushes me a bit too hard to my left making me collide with a certain Jock. The Jock is Dave, future prom King and captain of the football team also known by me and Rob as my favorite fuck buddy; a secret between the three of us.

I hit him side ways my shoulder going against his chest. He immediately caught me around the waist pretending to help me gain the balance I hadn't really lost. He pushed my back slightly against his groin and jerked his head towards the bathrooms. Everything so slight that only me and Rob - since we already knew Dave's ways- could tell.

"Be careful!" he said pushing me away. He has to keep up with appearance.

"Sorry," I smile and step back next to Rob, wondering if I can afford to skip second period again.

"Don't even think about it Lu, plus man you just had some this morning." He was right, but with Dave I'd be getting it in a different way.

"Not the same, Rob." He rolls his eyes at me.

-

The day carried on uneventfully, Rob didn't let me go meet with Dave, but I did text Dave and agreed to meet with him after detention. Johnnie is still in my back pack and ... I am pretty sober, no drugs, no alcohol, just cigarettes. What the hell?

Ok, don't look at me that way; enjoy my good looks with lusty eyes, but not disapproving ones. My summer is over... it's a depressing time. I usually get a bit... intoxicated by the time school is over to help me cope with the ... uh... change. By the time Halloween comes it will be down to only weekends and special occasions, trust me.

Instead of heading directly to see my 'Profe' for detention, I went outside to see if I can get a hit of something from someone. I'm saving Johnnie for the weekend.

-

I am about five minutes late to detention, but 'Profe' didn't say anything about it. He is correcting our test and had me sit at a desk that he had pulled next to his own.

I am tripping, shit am I tripping. I am trying hard not to laugh at everything and to walk as straight as possible. Henry's friends always have freaky shit. I smoked with them one night, they said it was only weed, but man everyone's face was deformed, they all looked fucking scary that was bad. I never want to have what ever I had that time.

This time it isn't bad, it is nice, very nice... I like the way my hand looks as I move it in front of the light, swoof, swoof. That's a funny noise. Swoof. My tongue feels swollen and like if I had... cotton in it, dry very dry. I sit next to my 'Profe' and I swear that he leaned into me and actually sniffed me!! Ha, ha. Can you imagine that? I don't think he actually did that... it must be the drugs.

"Lu- ci- ah- no." Can you just imagine him yelling my name in hoarse moan? Naked writhing under- "Lu - ci-ah-no!" Mmm, his long fingers going through my sweaty tousled hair, the smell of sex in the air. "LUCY- ANO!!"

Woop, back to reality. "Profe?"

"I've been calling your name, are you feeling ok?" Other than a boner I would love to get rid of with you, I'm fine.

"Nothing that can't be fixed," I tell him looking down at my lap.

"Your pupils look dilated, are you sure you are ok?" He looks worried, and I start to worry he would notice. Hell, I am pretty sure he notices. I'm not doing the best job of hiding it. Fuck, I hope he doesn't make a big deal out of it.

"I'm fine just a bit distracted and tired what do you need, 'Profe'?

"That pile right there," he said pointing at a pile of papers on my desk, "Are today's tests. They are already graded. Please, organize them in alphabetical order and by periods."

Oh Fuck No. Wonder if I can steal a kiss by the time I leave here?