How to get an A [TeacherxStudent] .:COMPLETE:.

Chapter Twelve

[A/N] - Guys, I'm extremely sorry for the late upload. While I was at school, my computer restarted and I don't even know how the fuck that happened. I came home and saw my computer on the users screen and that was it. Nothing was recovered. Both today and Thursday's upload was gone. I tried to write quick enough, but it just wasn't enough. Now I'm sad and don't want to write anymore. Anyways, here's a short upload. I'm really sorry everyone, I'll 100% upload Thursday. I'm writing this right now on my way to school and I'll add on after. Enjoy :(

Yesterday at school was one of the first times I actually felt alive. Marcus actually treated me like a person. He didn't ask me to do anything that would make me feel uncomfortable, in fact, the only thing he asked for was for me to love him.

Honestly, I don't see myself fully loving him. I'm trying my best to, but he doesn't have the spark that Miguel has. Don't get me wrong, I'm giving him a chance.

I looked at the time and it read 6:30 AM. I don't think I ever slept that well before. He really didn't want me to go home, but it would be really suspicious if we went to school together and me having on the same clothes from the previous day.

Getting up, I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I can't help but smile, someone didn't take advantage of me. I think maybe my heart is starting to accept Marcus.

I know what we're doing is illegal, but if he's willing to give up his job just to be with me, so be it. Oh my goodness, stop smiling Susanne!

I quickly got ready and slung my book bag over my shoulder. I'm kind of glad Garrett didn't see me today, even though I told him not to yesterday. I'm just so happy!

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Class finally started and Mr. Romano was no where in sight. Good. Ms. Hunter handed out assignments and put us in groups of four.

After we settled down, each person was given an assignment and the group had to put it together as a project. Not bad, today is going smoothly.

Class was over in a breeze, well for me. I left class five minutes early because I told Ms. Hunter I had cramps and if I could leave. I headed over to Marcus's class and peaked in through the blinds on his door.

I knocked on the door and he came over. He peaked through them and an adorable smile lit his face. He opened the door and gestured me to come in. The smell of coconut coffee wafted around my nose and I took a deep breath.

"You already know, I got you." he said closing the door.

I went to his desk and picked up the coconut coffee.

"Thank you Neil."

"Suzy." he said with an eyebrow raised.

I laughed and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this?" he said with a happy sigh.

"I know, but it's okay now." I said looking up at him with a smile.

"What do you like about him?" asked Marcus.

Why does he want to know? I have a feeling if I tell him, he'll become jealous. Honestly, I like everything about him. His accent, how arrogant he is, how tall he is, how when he's talking a lot his accent comes out, his facial hair, how beautiful the shade of blue his eyes are, how he raises his right eyebrow, his muscles, how nice his hips are, his curly hair, his smirk... Everything.

"His accent."

"Oh." said Marcus with a sigh, "My muscles are bigger than his."

They aren't...

"Of course they are." I said taking a sip of my coffee.

"So, how was your day so far?"

"It was actually pretty good." I said with a smile, "I like how you didn't take advantage of me. I really appreciate that."

"A real man wouldn't take advantage of the woman he love."

I smiled and nodded.

"Next period is about to start soon."

Looking up at him, I pecked his lips and rested my head on his chest.

"What class do you have?"

"Art."

"Alright then, go ahead. I love you."

I took the coffee and went over to the door. Turning around, I mouthed olive juice and left. I know that's really evil, but I can't tell him I love him yet. Shit, I feel like a fucking slut...

Heading over to the art room, I took out my portfolio and say down at my group.

Class took a while to finish, but it was finally done. I lazily walked over to the Italian class and met up with Guadalupe.

"I want to change all of my classes to yours." said Guadalupe with a yawn, "We only see each other two times a day, unless we're going out."

"Sure, I'll give you my schedule after class."

The door opened and we all walked in. Mr. Romano's face was blank and Guadalupe began to blush.

"Isn't he so fucking hot?" she whispered.

"I didn't know I was sexual intercourse-ly hot, Guadalupe."

She froze, her cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red. The class began to laugh and some girls even blush with her.

"But thank you, I'll keep that in mind."

She rushed over to her seat and put her head down. Mr. Romano chuckled and shook his head. He stole a glance at me and turned back to the board.

He called the class's attention and pointed at the board. In sync, everyone began to groan and complain. I rolled my eyes and sighed. In giant letters on the board was 'POP QUIZ, YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT!'

"Nobody wants it!" someone yelled.

"Well too bad." he replied with his signature smirk, "If you do not want to be here, arrivederci."

The class became silent and he nodded.

"Books off your desk, writing utensil in hand, let's begin."

He handed out the quiz to everyone but me. I gave him a questioning glance but he never saw me give it to him.

"Susanne Lockwood." his voice rang, "Please go outside, I have to discuss something with you."

"O...kay?"

I got up and went out into the hallway. When he finally came out, he had an annoyed look on his face.

"Has the tables changed?" he said, his blue eyes narrowing into slits.

"I'm confused?"

"You and Armstrong." he said bluntly, "You thought I wouldn't know?"

"He..."

"He exactly what?"

"He doesn't treat me like I'm an object." I whispered and looked down.

He stayed silent and sighed.

"Suz-"

"He actually treated me like a person. Marcus didn't make me feel uncomfortable."

"But you don't love him." he said with a pained voice, "Right?"

"Miguel." I said with a frown, "You treat me like a little bitch." 

I looked up at him and shook my head.

"I never known you for three months. Thanksgiving is about two weeks."

"I'm sorry." he said with a frown.

"I know you are, that phrase comes out of your mouth often."

"I know..." he mumbled, "But I know I'll always be the right one in the end. Your heart loves me, but you're fighting it. It's okay, it'll take time."

"Don't be so cocky." I said walking back into his classroom.

Who does he think he is? Does he think this is a fucking game or some shit?!