When you're first starting out as a teacher, you are often informed that, respect must be demanded; I disagree. I have found that respect is earned. You have to respect your students first, show them that you care in order to get their respect. I don't know if I respect Deacon or not, therefore I have never expected his in return. However, I do know this, I want to dominate Deacon. I want to control him. He's the youngest of four children, only boy and his parents are divorced. From what I can see, he has no respect for women. I want to knock the cocky, little, shit eating grin off his face.
I have been biding my time for a while now, waiting on the perfect opportunity to show Deacon just what happens when you tangle with a woman that's mentally stronger than you. In late November, opportunity struck. Deacon was having a rough day, but unfortunately for him, so was I. He decided he was going to argue with me in front of his classmates. Both our tempers flared, and once I realized the situation was going to get out of control fast, I put a stop to it. "Deacon, you'll stay after class and we'll discuss this then."
Since Deacon is in my 7th period class, keeping him after means he'll be late for basketball practice. I could tell Deacon wanted to argue with me, but he wisely held his tongue. Deacon sat down and began to sulk for the rest of the period, while I ignored his surly ass. When the bell rang, the majority of the class hurried out the door, not wanting any part of the heat being generated between Deacon and I. There were a few stragglers, but I hurried them on their way.
Deacon's cute, and he knows it. Half Mexican with dark hair, dark eyes and his cute little crooked tooth grin. He's tall, a pretty decent athlete, with dreams of playing street ball. He has a tight little ass and a temper, he's a tough little shit.
"Deacon, first of all I will not be yelled at by a student." I informed him in my best bitchy teacher voice.
"But Ms. B," he began, "you never listen to us, you just start yelling."
Truth was, I don't usually care for their excuses. If they're not doing what they're supposed to be, then they're going to get called down for it.
"If you're not going to do your work during class and stay out of trouble, I'm going to call you down for it. And since you decided to be so disrespectful, you'll just have to come in after school and make up for it." I calmly informed him, keeping my voice cool and professional.
"What?" He exclaimed, incredulous. "I have basketball practice, Coach will kill me!"
"Sorry, I'll be sure to have a talk with Coach and let him know why you'll be late to practice. After school detention, for the next 3 days, one hour each day, starting tomorrow. This way you can inform coach before I do why you will be late to practice for the next three days."
I could hear him mumbling under his breath about what a cold-hearted bitch I was. I wanted to inform him, cold hearted had nothing to do with it; I needed to get laid. I knew my recent dry spell had a lot to do with my bitchiness. I had just broken up with my boyfriend the month before, and I was in no mood to date at the time. So I spent my nights with my fantasies. I have to admit it, but Deacon had a tendency to crop up in those fantasies. He's the sexiest 19 year old to ever come through my classroom; he was held back a year so he was definitely of legal age. Didn't hurt any that he was Mexican, I have such a weakness for dark 'boys'. The things I'd like to do to that boy would get my ass fired, even if he is 19.
The next day, when Deacon stalked into class he refused to look my way. Sulk all you want sweety, I thought to myself, I have plans for you. However, even I didn't realize where the detention was headed. When the bell rang and the other students had left, I set him to work doing some cleaning. I could tell he didn't like it, but he really had no choice. The boy had probably never picked up a dust rag in his life, he's so spoiled by his mom and sisters.
"Deacon, is there anything you want to say to me?" I asked, giving him a chance to atone for his ill mannered behavior. Little did I realize what would be coming out of his mouth next.
"Yeah, I have something to say." He came over to stand next to me and looked me straight in the eyes. "I think there's more to me being here than just a little disrespect. I think you want me and I think you have finally figured out that I've wanted you from the first day I stepped into your class."
"Excuse me?" I asked him, stunned that he had picked up on my attraction for him. "Do you really think you're big enough to be saying that to me? I'd be careful what you wish for little man, I'm not all that I seem."
