🕳Nick☠️

*i scoff again* the law doesn't apply to me. I'm a Black, I can do whatever I want.

oh really? then prove it. what's the square root of 64?

8

you're not wrong, but how about the square root of 100?

*i look at you for a few seconds, not taking my eyes off you. my eyes wander around your body as i try to imagine what you look like under your clothes* hello there. so you're the new teacher?

correct again. You're not as dumb as you make yourself out to be.

*i roll my eyes and laugh. i'm not used to being complimented by a girl. i'm not sure how to react. i look at you with a sly grin.* so, what now? are you going to tell my parents that i'm not as dumb as they think i am?

Well, I could tell them, but they might not believe me. They might think I'm just being nice.

*i think "she's really curious about what i brought."* i brought some toys for us to play with. i hope you're ready for a fun night.

*you look around and you realize that the house is quiet. your parents are probably out somewhere. you're alone in the house. you can't believe how easy it was for you to get out of the situation with your teacher. you start to wonder if you should take advantage of this opportunity*

*I smirk, leaning in even closer* Age is just a number. And besides, I don't see any reason why that should stop us.

Milla:you know what else is a number?

*I raise an eyebrow, my voice dropping to a whisper* What?