Schoolgirl Millie and Mr Jenkins

Seventeen year old Millie woke up late on a Friday morning. She couldn?t risk going to school late again this week. She was lucky last time. The teacher, Mrs. Kim, was very nice and let her off very easily without a detention. But that teacher is no longer at her school; she retired and there would be a new teacher. She hoped she/he would be nice and sweet just as Mrs. Kim.The alarm clock blared noisily near her ear. She groaned and slammed her hand on top of it. She peeked an eye open and saw the time was very close to 8:45am. That?s when her school starts. Millie jumped out of the bed with a shriek, horrified at herself. She had very little time to change into her school uniform and headed to the bathroom where she washed her face and brushed her teeth. "Forget the breakfast," she told herself, as there was no time.Millie picked up her school bag and slipped her shoes on, praying she?d find a hair band in her room so she could pull her hideous-knotty hair up into a messy bun. She did and left the house a second later.-----?No need to be nervous. They are just kids. You can do it,? Dean chanted to himself, sitting in his new chair in his classroom. This was his first Bostancı Escort real job. After years of studying hard in school and university, it had paid off and he landed a job in a high school as a maths teacher. Now, it was his first day of teaching.The bell rang loudly. Dean sat up straighter. The door opened and moody teenagers came in, filling the classroom quickly. Dean began to get nervous but he manned up and stood as he faced the teens. ?Good morning class.? His voice filled the room. The classroom responded back. ?I?m Mr. Jenkins.? His hand waved at the white board where he had written his name down.?Now I?ve heard things about your old teacher. I believe Mrs. Kim was too nice and sadly for you I won?t be like her. Unlike her, I have rules. I will not take your fake excuses. If you say your dog ate your homework, I will want proof.? Dean chuckled, looking at their shocked facial expression. ?If you?re late by ten minutes, I won?t let that slip by and give yo-?The door opened and in came a tall young pretty girl with a flushed face. She was panting and looked at Dean with widened eyes. He looked at his watch and tutted.?Ten Bostancı Escort Bayan minutes late. You, missy. Lunch detention.? Mr. Jenkins told her off in front of the class.-----Millie was in her third period; art lesson. She was in a bad mood, right from the moment she stepped into her morning-attendance class and earned a detention. She wasn?t sure if she liked her new bossy homeroom teacher. Mr. Jenkins happened to be her new maths teacher. She nearly groaned at that. The bell rang and it?s lunch time. Off she went to her home class, heading in without a knock and ignored whatever ?Mr. Bossy? was saying. Millie shot him an angry glare and sat in her usual desk, dropping her bag to the floor and crossed her arms.?Millie?? He repeated.?What?? Millie snapped at him.?Do your homework and you can eat lunch here,? he murmured, ignoring her attitude.?I don?t have any homework,? she stated with annoyance.?Do you want another detention?? His voice sounded stern and that stopped Millie from saying another smart-ass remark. She narrowed her eyes at him and brought out a book. She did have homework; English Literature. She started Escort Bostancı highlighting on it.It was a while later, Dean looked up and watched Millie. He learned her name this morning when she registered herself in his class. He thought she was spunky, he quite liked that in her. 'Bad-ass attitude,' he thought. He took another look at her, and thought she was really pretty. Very attractive. He enjoyed this morning. He remembered the moment she came rushing in through his door, her mousy-brown tendrils of hair framed her pale creamy face, her widened bright blue eyes as she blushed. Her top nearly undone and her skirt riding up, probably from the running. She was a mess but heck she looked good. Millie looked up and caught him looking. He said nothing and looked away, his bulge growing hard in his dress pants, pressing hard against his zipper. He cursed quietly to himself and tried to think of something gross.Millie thought there was something wrong with Mr. Jenkins. She frowned at his contorted face, but shrugged it off. Feeling hungry, Millie reached for her bag. She brought out a banana that she bought from the canteen. Her fingers peeled the skin back and began to eat the tip. That was when she heard a low groan. Her eyes snapped to the new teacher and she frowned.?Are you okay, Sir?? she asked.Dean had been staring at her, right from the way Millie licked her lips as she peeled a banana and ate it. ?Is she teasing me?? he thought. ?I?m fine.? His voice was strained.