Page 1 of The Teacher of Nothing
Callum
Lips shouldn’t be so captivating. They’re a part of the body, not twins made of magic and beauty. But her lips are a work of art. I want to study them and discuss them. Marvel over their perfection—the exact light red shade of the inside of a sliced strawberry. Probably just as sweet too. Each time she licks them, I stifle a groan of need, wishing I could lick them too.
Look away, you fucking creep.
Somehow, I manage. I dart my gaze along every face in the room, lingering on the other fifteen or so females, wondering if it’s me who’s the problem here orher. When no one else captures my interest, I know the answer.
Her.
Always her.
The urge to drag my hungry stare back to her pretty mouth is almost uncontrollable. With each passing day, I find it more and more difficult to remain unaffected.
She makes it impossible.
Someone laughs and attempts to stifle the sound. This draws my attention to Levi Paulson. He’s a little shit who gets on my last nerve. Normally, I’d be irritated, but I’m almost grateful for the distraction.
Almost.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Paulson?” I lean back in my desk chair and it creaks from the movement, echoing in the otherwisesilent classroom. “I’m not sure what you think is so funny about your test.”
Levi rolls his eyes but won’t look at me. “No problem, Mr. Park.”
“That’s what I thought.”
A few students snigger at my reply. Levi’s features harden. I don’t care if kids like Levi think I’m a dick. Iama dick. I have no problems with being a dick. It’s kind of my thing.
Which makes this…obsession…so complicated.
Because I don’t want to be a dick to her. Not even a little bit. I want to pull off all her petals, expose whatever hides beneath her outer layers, and know every sweet piece of her.
But I can’t.
I won’t.
She’s a student.Mystudent. This makes her untouchable. I refuse to be like my father.
Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her. Don’t fucking look at her.
Against their own accord, my eyes abandon the shit starter, Levi, to travel their way back to her.
Willa Reyes.
My dick stiffens as soon as my gaze is back on her lips. She has her plump bottom lip captured between her teeth, her brows furled in concentration. Willa is the best student I have in any of my classes. Not because I crave her mouth like my next breath. It’s because she’s quiet, studious, and always outperforms everyone else.
It’s not her performance that has me so captivated, though.
There’s just something about her that taunts me. It provokes carnal desires inside me that have no business being poked at. Her innocence is like blood dragging its way through dark ocean waters. I’m the shark desperate for a taste—the predator who will tear through her sweetness and devour her whole.
Fuck.
My dark gray slacks tighten around my cock, the material unable to keep the hard flesh from straining for freedom. Beneath my desk, I push against it with the heel of my palm, needing relief but unable to find it.
I’m going insane.
All semester, this girl has lured me closer and closer. She doesn’t mean to do it. She can’t help it. She doesn’t know I’m a monster with an unquenchable thirst for her. Her only fault is being present, day after day, and chewing on her supple lip that distracts me beyond reason.
Levi coughs and I’m forced to look at him. He’s smirking at one of his friends in class. He’s seventeen and on his way to prison. At least, that’s my deduction. I’m not usually wrong. I have the foresight of knowing where kids like him will land well before they do. A teacher’s sixth sense.
