(you can make him tempted if you want :])
Taking the papers, Bianca went to a nearby desk and sat down. Reading over each one carefully she figured she could do this easily. Bending over to pick her bag off the floor she looked over at him for a quick moment to see if he was looking at her. Grabbing a pencil from her bag she took out a sheet of paper and began working on the essay. As she worked her eyes occasionally flickered over at him. She had to break through to him somehow. She couldn't just go right up and flirt with him, that wasn't her style.
Just then her pencil snapped and she let out a sigh. This wasn't going well so far. Standing up, she walked over to the pencil sharpener and accidently knocked over a tray of papers. "Dammit" she muttered to herself as she bent down to pick them up, not noticing her skirt riding up and exposing her panties to him.
He saw her roll her eyes, he just chuckled, well, at least she wasn't totally pissed at him for it. He didn't want to seem like the bad guy, but she did have this coming, might as well come from him then some other teacher. She asked if she could stay after school, well, she was proactive now then. He smiled "sure, and if you want, I can get you a few of the assignments to get started, the harder ones, that way if you have any questions you can ask."
He spun around hitting a few keys on the keyboard, printing out 3 of the assignments, all essay topics, handing them to her, then turning back to his paper he'd been reading. He might as well dig in for a while, she was gonna be here, and he couldn't leave because he'd get in trouble if anything happened to her.
Rolling her eyes a bit, Bianca leaned back and crossed one leg over the other, her skirt riding up. He was going to be a tough one but Bianca wasn't worried, she usually got men like him to shake in their knees within moments. Sooner or later he would be at her feet begging for attention.
Brushing a strand of her firey red hair out of her face Bianca looked back at him. "Do you mind if I stay today? I don't have any cheer practice today" she asked, hoping he would say okay. That gave her time to work on seducing him so that she wouldn't have to do the work. It was the end of the day so she had all the time in the world ans as long as she was here, so did he. He couldn't just leave her here and go home, he would have to stay until she left. Those were the school rules after all.
He finished talking to her, and saw her tapping on the table. She was mostly trying to figure out if she could finish it or not. He felt what he was asking her to do was perfectly fair. She looked sad, oh well, not his fault. then she told him she wasn't going to have enough time to do it, spoiled little brat. She still wanted him to just exempt her, he was going to have a serious talk with the other teachers after this year.
She asked if she could stay after school, and she leaned over his desk a little, he cold just make out the top of her breasts. Did she do it on purpose, he blinked slightly, confused by her sudden change. He shook his head slightly, clearing his eyes from her chest and looking her in the eyes "if you want to stay after school, thats your choice, that would allow me to check your work and help you finish it with less take home redo's, but you aren't going to find any easy fast track out of your situation. Also, would you mind leaning back, you're on my papers," he said, slipping his hand to pull some papers out from beneath her.
Listening to him talk about all the things she needed to get done in the next two weeks, Bianca did all the calculations in her head and knew that she would be resticted to her room for the next two weeks. If she wasn't already stressed about the whole thing, she would be after her did the work. Why couldn't he be one of those teachers that exempt athletic students. Biting her bottom lip she looked at him for a moment.
He was a guy after all, always telling her to stop flirting and what not. All the girls in the class wanted him, that had to affect a guy like him somehow. "Mr. Striker, I won't be able to do this all at home, is there anyway I could stay after class and work on it so that you could help me if I need it?" she asked leaning forward a bit. Her black lace corset top moving down a bit, exposing her breasts just a bit. Usually Bianca wasn't one for flirting with the teachers but desperate times called for desperate measures. No guy had never told her no before, she wanted to see if he was any different.
She sat down in front of him as he told her she needed to get her grade up, what a drama queen. He looked at her grades overall. She knew the material, she was at least scraping on the tests. It was that she didn't bother to lift a finger for his class otherwise. She may be head cheerleader, but that didn't make her higher than anyone else. Sighing, he leaned back, everyone else cleared out leaving now "i'll give you a way to make it up... but i'm not going to make it easy on you just because, normally I just fail a student and move on."
He looked at her sheet, taking a highlighter and highlighting the homework section "you've missed nearly every homework and classwork assignment for takehome. For each you turn in to me, completed, and at least of an A grade quality, i'll give you twenty five percent of the credit." he took out a calculator putting in the scores "if you did all the homework for this class, which by the way you would only have 2 weeks to do, then you would have a D in this class, and then just need a decent grade on the final." He saw the look on her face "look, you're then on that blew me off as a teacher. Not doing the homework, you might as well have just told me you didn't like me up front, and at least we would've been on better terms."
She looked severly stressed out, he shook his head, he knew her position, somewhat. He'd always had times where there had been way too much work and not enough time. "Ok..." he took the sheet, scratching some stuff out, looking at a few numbers "you promise to do all the work the rest of this class, and stop flirting with all the other guys, i'll just make you rewrite your last essay. That should only take you about 20 or so hours of work over the next week or so."
Bianca just stood there, staring at him as if he were crazy. She was the head cheerleader, she couldn't afford to have one bad grade like this. She would be crushed if he told her coach; she would be put on probation for the rest of the year or until the grade went up. Her parents were already going to kill her for having an F, being put on probation would just result in further punishment.
"Mr. Striker isn't there anything I can do to help my grade?" she asked sitting down in a chair in front of his desk. She got the material and everything so she didn't need a tutor, she was just too busy half the time to do her homework and study. "Please Mr. Striker I can not go home with an F."
He started handing out papers to the students in his senior english class, they were all gabbing and flirting as usual. Of anyone in that class, he doubted half of them even cared anymore, their grades practically finalized, they were just here for the attendance. He walked by, a few of the girls giving him the daily undressing with their eyes, it was kind of humiliating. He'd graduated very early, taking some very rigorous courses, and was practically teaching kids only a few years younger than himself.
As he passed bianca, he handed her the grade sheet for the class, moving on, and saw her start to cry. He finished handing out the rest of the sheets and returned to his desk. She was one of probably 4 in the 60 person class that had failed, but in all honesty, she'd kinda deserved it. She had blown off his homework and class work, and scraped up some decent test grades and project grades. However, her final report was downright atrocious, and looked like she'd just copied it straight out of the encyclopedia and other sources, he could have done a lot more than just failed her. She was the little cheerleader princess of the school, which honestly, while she was very good looking, she seriously needed to shape up. At the end of class, he waited till everyone left, then had bianca come by, simply stating "you are going to cry about your grade, and I really don't care. You have 2 final tests in this class, and as low as your score is, you'll need some pretty high scores to pass my class. You can either apply for a tutor, or just wait another year, its your choice. I will however, have to notify the cheerleading coach before tomorrow though."
Bianca's eyes looked around the room as her teacher was passing everyone's grades out. She watched some guys try to impress her and flirt with her but she just rolled her eyes at them. Why can't I find someone mature?! Looking up as her teacher came towards her desk, Bianca smiled a bit. He was the youngest teacher in the school, not to mention one of the hottest. How could any girl concerntrate about English when this man was teaching the class? She let out a sigh as he left her grade slip on her desk and went on to the next student.
Picking up the slip, she nearly doubled over in her seat with shock. In the corner of the paper, in red was an F. Putting the paper down, Bianca thought this had to be a mistake. She always turned in her projects and did well on her tests so there was no way her grade should be an F. "This has to be a mistake! There is no way this can be my grade" she said, hoping it was a terrible mistake. She didn't turn in the classwork and homework but at least she did well on the tests and projects he assigned. She should have at least a D-!
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