My Teacher Is Mine

Lydia's POV

I stood quietly in front of my locker trying to recall where I had kept my English language textbook when suddenly I heard a loud thud on my locker door. I was frightened but yes, I was also used to it.

"Nerdy bitch" Chloe said to me rolling her eyes and walking away like she didn't just almost give me a heart attack. I simply ignored and picked out the textbook that was hiding behind my Romance novel.

Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class.

Mr. Derek's class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms.

Who wouldn't? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest, I could tell even without touching, his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had.

Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book "Make Me Yours Tonight"

"About your test, some of you did well while others not so well" Mr. Derek said distributing our scripts.

"Good job Lydia." He said to me while dropping my script. I was so surprised to find out I had an A. English was the only subject I had struggled to get an A for weeks now. I always got either a B or C .

The smile on my face was second to none. I was still staring at my script when Mr. Derek announced that he was giving us a break for thirty mins. He walked out of the class leaving those who were rejoicing, rejoicing and those who were mad, mad.

I tucked my script into my bag and headed for the bathroom. I had barely gotten in when suddenly I felt a pain in my hair.

"You did it again bitch." Emily said to me with gritted teeth. Emily Spencer. My greatest enemy in school.

"I bet she slept her way to an A." Chloe added.

"Let go of my hair." I said to them struggling to free myself with my hand.

"Or what?" Danilella asked me,pulling my hand away from my head giving me no support system.

Emily, Alexa and Chloe were best of friends, although I never believed they liked each other. Alexa and Chloe were only with Emily because of her money and fame in school but that was the least of my problems. How on earth did I get myself in this situation?

"You are hurting me, let go of my hair." I pleaded.

"Fine." Emily signaled Alexa to let me go while she also freed my hair.

"Now you are free, what are you gonna do?"

"Hit me? Have sex with Derek again to get me expelled?" Emily scoffed.

"You can tell me, it's just me and you here Lydia." She continued.

"How was the sex? How hard did you sleep with him to get you an A?" I couldn't believe the disgusting thoughts Emily had. She thought I slept with Mr. Derek to get an A while I was battling to stay awake all through the night?

"I don't know what you are talking about." I said to them, taking a few steps away from them in an attempt to leave. Chloe grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Don't you dare make the mistake of walking away from me."

"The problem with middle class girls is that they can do anything to get what they want including selling their body for money or grades." Emily said to me, taking a step closer.

"Enough! Don't you dare utter another word against me." I yelled, pointing an accusing finger towards her. For the first time in years, I gathered enough courage to speak up.

"I have had enough of your words and insults."

"Who the hell do you think you are? Huh?" Just like I was surprised by my words, I saw the same surprise written on Emily's face.

"Oh! the nerves. Did Derek also teach you how to talk back? Huh?" Emily grabbed my jaw and let go of it forcefully.

"Where did he touch you?" Here? She touched my neck. Here? She grabbed my breast. While Chloe and Alexa smiled, enjoying the drama.

"Stop it!" I ordered. I was getting infuriated.

Why should I? Bet your mother didn't stop you when you took the bold step of having sex.

The next minute, my hand was on Emily's face and I gave her a resounding slap that left me stunned.

"What did I just do ?" I thought to myself

"I....I'm ... I stuttered trying to tender an apology but I couldn't.

Emily held onto her face in shock while her puppets rushed towards her to console her. I was about to escape the situation when Emily jerked me back, gave me a resounding slap that pushed me to the ground.

How dare you raise your filthy hands to me? She questioned.

"I will make you pay for every hurt I felt." While she was talking, Alexa rushed into the bathroom, ran back out with a bucket of water and handed it over to Emily.

"Fuck you, slut." she threw the water at me aggressively.

I couldn't say a word. I felt humiliated. I should have never spoken up for myself.

While I was trying to gain control of myself, Chloe brought out her phone and made a video of me drenched.

"Emily I'm sorry, I didn't mean to....." I tried to plead but none of them were ready to listen to me.

"Now watch me expose your dirty lineage to the whole school."

"You had the guts to raise your hands to Emily Spencer, we will make you pay."

"Have sex while you can, cause when I'm done posting this video of yours, no one will ever look at you the same." Chloe and Alexa threatened.

The trio walked away from me.

Lydia's POV

I woke up to the first bang on my bedroom door.

Lydia! Lydia! My mom called out my name. I slipped out of my bed with weary eyes. The dark undereye I had was enough to let anyone know about my sleepless night. My face was swollen and my head was aching. After what Emily did to me the previous day, I was bound to feel that way.

"I'm coming." I said softly, searching for my slippers with my eyes half opened. I finally found it, walked up to the door and twisted the knob. My mother gave me no chance to let her in. She barged in herself.

"What is the meaning of this?" She questioned me with an aggressive tone. Her tone immediately pulled me out of my sleep.

"Mom?"

"What is the meaning of this Lydia?" She showed me her phone and behold it was the video Chloe and Alexa had recorded of me in the bathroom with the tag "Slut exposed by student for sleeping around for grades'' written under it.

My jaw dropped in disbelief. I stared at the phone with quivering lips and teary eyes. The worst kind of pain is that which you escape in your sleep and end up facing when you wake up.

"I'm talking to you. What is the meaning of this Lydia?"

"Slut ? I can't believe this." I could hear the cracks in my mother's voice. It's hard enough that she was working tirelessly to see me through school and now she had to walk with her head bowed in shame because of some made up news.

"Mom... I didn't do it."

"Believe me." Tears rolled down my cheeks as I spoke.

"You didn't, then how did this video get out? Why are they all calling you a slut?"

"Tell me." I kept quiet, allowing my tears to roll down my cheeks without restrictions. Tell me." She yelled out at me so loud that I was immediately jerked out of my misery.

"I swear, I swear of dad...... I had barely completed my statement when suddenly my mother slapped me and pulled my arms closer to her chest.

"Don't ever involve your father in this."

"But mom, I didn't do it ." I reassured her again.

"Then fix this. Get this disgusting news off the internet." She told me and let go of my hands. My mother stormed out of my room and slammed the door at my face.

Ever since my father died, she had to carry all the responsibilities including my school and our bills. I fell behind the closed door and I allowed my pain to drown me all over again.

What more hurt do I need to be stronger than I am ? Was I just meant to be oppressed? Does speaking up make me a vessel of hatred? I had so many questions with only a few answers of my own.

Two hours later, there were no tears left to cry. I sat numb on the floor. I was about to give up on myself when a thought struck me.

If I could get Mr. Derek out of my way then maybe I wouldn't have to prove myself to anybody. Maybe if Mr. Derek was out of my way, out of the school and out of my class, maybe Emily wouldn't have a problem with me getting better grades.

I braced myself, wiped my tears and waited impatiently for Monday morning.

*****

6:30 am, I was up. My mom had already left for work, so I picked out a knee length flowery dress. My hair was styled neatly in a bun, my eyes and lips were beautifully set up with the help of my mascara and my pink gloss. I was about to leave my room when I walked past my dressing mirror.

I wasn't impressed. For the first time, I cared more about how I looked than how people would see me. I won't seduce Mr. Derek this way I thought. I wouldn't even seduce myself with the way I was dressed.

I instantly dropped my bag pack ahd ran into my closet. A few minutes later, I walked out in a short blue flair skirt and a white sweatshirt. I looked sexy. Just the look I was going for.

Being sexy wasn't my style. Infact it was Emily's but if I wanted my plans to work, I needed a change of style. I untied my hair, allowing it to drop on my shoulders. I applied a little more lip gloss and I was perfect. There was a smile on my face while my heart was breaking on the inside.

I was just about to frame innocent Derek for sexual abuse just to clear my name. I had no idea if it was the right thing to do but what mattered most to me was my image.

I knocked on the German wooden door in Mr Derek's office and waited till I heard his order to come in.

"Lydia, come in." he said, burying his head in the pile of documents on his desk.

"Have your seat please." I did as he instructed. My heart began to race faster than usual.

"You did really well in your English test, well done." Mr. Derek spoke, taking only a few glances at me. His entire focus was on his paperwork.

"Yes, I came because of that ...... I finally summoned enough courage to speak.

"Oh really?" He dropped his pen and faced me. Our eyes were locked for a few seconds. The more I stared, the nervous I became.

"What about it?"

"I don't know but rumors have been flying about my grades being faked and I......

"What? Faked? Of course not."

"You earned it Lydia, don't listen to them."

"I know.... I trust you." My tone suddenly changed from a nervous one to a sweet confident voice. I stood up, showing him my skirt length while walking from my end of his table to his.

"Sir... I want to discuss something with you." I stood beside him with my fingers on his desk while staring into his ocean blue eyes seductively.

Derek's POV

Lydia stood beside me. Her eyes were beautiful. Her full glossy lips, her glowing skin and the strawberry scent around her was just amazing.

Yes she was my student. One of my favorites. Her innocence and charming personality was something I admire the most about her.

"You have been a really nice friend to me, I can't thank you enough." Her sweet voice echoed in my ear.

"I ...emm I just thought I could come say thank you". She moved her hands closer to mine.

With every word Lydia said, she moved a step closer to me. When I saw that she was almost a step away from where I was seated, I stood up.

I had never seen Lydia behaving in such a way. She was always that shy and innocent young woman but today......

"What are you doing?" I questioned her, still trying to be calm.

What do you think I'm doing? She asked me, holding unto my wrist and pulling herself closer to me. She leaned against the table while I stood in front of her.

"It's just me and you here."

"There is no need to be scared."

"I'm not scared, this isn't right." I cautioned.

"It is right as long as I give you my permission, you are not doing anything wrong."

"Don't you want to touch me?" She raised my hands and placed it on her small round breast. Brushing my fingers against her nipples.

She pulled my other hand and placed it on her lips, biting them down.

Oh she was good. Lydia might look innocent but her method of turning me on was insane. She let go of my hands allowing me to take over the caress all by myself.

Lydia skillfully rolled her hands down my broad chest and stopped when her hands touched my already hard member.

"I want you." She whispered on my neck while squeezing my balls tenderly. I moaned out softly. I was a lot taller than her so she had to stand on her toes to reach my lips.

"Kiss me, I want you." Lydia said again springing her hot breath on my face. I lowered my head to meet her lips when she stopped.

"The door?" I was too carried away to remember that my office door was unlocked and anyone could barge in at any time including Mrs. Beatrice the principal who had no regards for privacy.

I reluctantly let her lock the door. My dick was already so hard that anyone could tell just by looking at how tight my trousers had become. Never would I have thought Lydia would be able to put me in such a desperate state.

I locked the door and returned to Lydia who now seemed a little out of place. She had moved away from the desk back to her chair but I didn't really care. If the chair was convenient, then it was okay.

I pulled her up slowly to my chest, placed her on the desk and spread her legs so I couldn't fit in between. I finally lowered my lips to meet hers. Parting her soft full lips with my tongue, Lydia and I exchanged a deep passionate kiss.

One that lasted for a minute till I broke the bond allowing her to catch her breath, both of us panting.

Lydia was still hungry for more. She grabbed my collar, wrapped her legs around my waist and was about to kiss me again when I spoke.

"Why?" I spoke on her lips

"Huh?" She asked with her hands still wrapped around my neck.

Panting and still staring at her lips. I pulled out the phone from her bag which she had placed carefully on the desk. Lydia was recording all along? How did I not catch a clue? Her phone was in her bag half out.

I showed her the phone and immediately, I saw the shock and fear written all over her face. She immediately unwrapped her arms and legs.

"What is the meaning of this?" I asked again this time with a stern look.

"I.... I...." Lydia struggled to find words but none came. She stood up from the desk and there was the Lydia I knew. The shy, scared and always nervous young lady I knew.

"Answer me!" I yelled not minding that someone could be alerted about what was going on in my office.

"I'm... I'm sorry,I just wanted to get you fired because I...."

" Get out." I ordered immediately.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She still tried to explain even after I ordered her to get out.

"You know what? I will make sure you get expelled for breaching my privacy and trying to seduce me."

"I will make sure of that." I was infuriated. Mad at myself for being a pawn in Lydia's game and also mad at myself for letting her gain control over me. What was I even thinking?

"I will do anything to make this up, anything." Lydia pleaded desperately.

I was surprised by how desperate Lydia was to stay out of trouble but I didn't care. I again asked her to leave.

"Get your bag and get out. And as for this, I showed her the phone. It belongs to me now."

"I'm ready to give myself to you. One week. One week is all I give and you can do anything you want with me for one week but just please keep this between us."

Lydia was offering herself to me for a week? I couldn't believe it .

What do you mean by that ?

"Yes," she said with a cloud of tears in her eyes.

"One condition. You will keep this between us and every other thing included and I know you have been giving me a special treatment. I don't want that anymore."

"Leave my office." I barked at her and watched her walk away.