The Yellow Haired Girl

If this seems incomplete that is because it is a part of a story. There are three currently and they'll soon all relate to each other.

The yellow haired girl threw back her head and laughed. She whipped it back so hard, she could have snapped her neck. Her chuckle remained flirty and intentional created just for the teacher.

He was middle aged, not necessarily attractive, and had a small weakness that the yellow haired girl fed on. This was her second year in his class, she made sure of it. He was the only teacher to ever give her an A.

He watched her hair fall back, and let his eyes glide down her front. He spun his wedding ring around his finger subconsciously, not thinking of his wife. She met his eyes with hers, stereotypically batting her false lashes. Crossing her legs, she adjusted in her seat, making sure he was watching just in case her skirt exposed something it shouldn’t in the middle of a high school Economics class.

The teacher paced back to his podium, cleared his throat, and asked the class where he left off. The yellow haired girl corrected him, and he politely said thank you with a smile.

She pulled out her bubble gum chap stick and seductively applied it to her full lips. Whether they needed balm was something that didn’t matter. She knew it worked with this teacher, and knew he would never tire of it.

His eyes didn’t leave the yellow haired girl’s mouth as she placed the small tube gently on her lips. He felt his pants get tighter, and nervously glanced at the clock, thanking God he was behind a podium for the time being.

She knew that look. She knew he always looked at the clock when it occurred. She looked too, and noticed it was time to leave. Excitement over flowed her face as a smile appeared.

The teacher pointed to the yellow haired girl and asked her to stay. She mouthed the words “I’d love to.”

As the class emptied, the professor became nervous. The sweat gleamed on his forehead. The yellow haired girl inched closer and asked why she was asked to stay.

He replied, “To discuss death and taxes.”

She giggled. “Well I’m not dead, and I don’t pay taxes.” She placed her hand on his thigh.

He forced a smile, leaned in and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

The yellow hair girl leaned back and frowned, “For what –”

The professor raised his hand and a shot rang out.

 

Author's Note

Remember, there is more to come.

Reviews

[Tina]

Great story cant wait to see what comes up next it was really good i want to read what happens next i cant wait great cliff hanger!

[EliLies]

Excellent.
Enough said (:

[karmic]

Pretty good, can't wait for the other parts to come to the public eye.