"(Your name)! You put the vanilla in the wrong bowl!" you classmate, and group member shouted at you. Startled, you down to see the bowl with flour and sugar inside, then turned to the see the bowl with egg in her hands.
"You were supposed to put it in THIS bowl."
Looking from one bowl to the other, you finally accepted it. You looked like a total idiot. This wasn't even the first time. There was a few weeks ago making cookies you forgot the add the sugar. And the time making muffins and you put some ingredients into the wrong bowl.
Was there anything you could do right?
Sighing sadly, you replied back.
"I'll scoop it out and redo it."
Taking the little vanilla from the first bowl, you threw it in the garbage before starting over again. Once that was put right, you sighed and sat in your seat. The group didn't really want you around, after your many blunders, so you usually sat there and watched them make the food. Your job was usually to clean up afterwards. But hey! At least you sill got the food.
There a light knock on the door, which nobody seemed to have answered. Taking matters into your own hands, you opened the heavy classroom door to discover a tall, attractive blond male in front of you. You never remembered him being in your class.
"Who are you?" the teacher replied, getting from her seat to take a look at the new classmate.
"I'm Matthew Williams." the man replied. He looked a lot older than he was. "I'm the assisstant teacher for this class for the next few months."
That made sence in your head. You were a little sadened though, you wanted someone to talk to.
"Get back to work (your name)." your teacher replied. "Unless your group is doing fine without you, then you can go finish up some extra work."
Sighing again, you hung up your apron and took a seat in front of your school books. You HAD nothing to do, what was the point?
It wasn't until a hand touched your shoulder, you glanced up to see Mr. Williams giving your a soft smile.
"D-do you need help with anything?" he asked, his voice so calm and quiet.
Thinking for a moment, you mentally snapped your fingers. You were about to ask him to help you with 'preparing food' when a student from your foods group came up to you both.
"(Your name) you forgot to put the baking soda into the mixture! Now the pancakes are awful!"
"I'm sorry!" you replied, standing up feeling even more clumsy. Why did she have to say it right in front of Mr. Williams?
"Just..next time we'll tell you where AND what to put in the bowls okay?"
You just nodded, and sat back down, a frown appearing on your face.
Mr. Williams hummed a little tune that sounded like 'O Canada' then turned to you.
"(Your name)!" your foods teacher called, holding up a sheet of paper. "Since your not doing the lab right now, you'll have to do it sometime at home."
Wishing you could just go home, and nodded sadly.
Wanting to just rage, and leave now, you felt Mr. Williams watched you, so you turned around, only to discover a group of girls talking to him very sweetly. He seemed to had enjoyed it a lot, since he had a huge smile on his face, and he was talking back very politely. Now even the new teacher wasn't talking to you! Everything was hopeless.
"Pancakes are done!" one of your group members replied.
"(Your name) can you clean up the dishes?" another group member replied.
You grunted, and made your way the sink and began to wash the dishes. Once they were done, you dired off your hands and picked up a pancake. Heading to a smaller table with maple syrup and powdered sugar, you looked around and realized there was hardly any syrup left. Your group totally hogged it all! And left you with hardly any! Pouring the last little bit onto your pancake, it didn't even cover the whole pancake.
Making a noise of dissaproval, you bit into your hardly-maple-syruped pancake, it tasted awful. I guess you did really mess up.
"(Your name)?" you heard a group member say. You looked over to see your group eating normally, unlike you, with your disgusted face from the awful taste of the pancake.
"Sorry to tell you, that's the only pancake that didn't turn out right.."
Looking down at the odly shaped pancake, it was the first time in a while, you actually wanted to cry.
Sitting at home, you flipped through a cookbook before slamming it shut.
"Darnit. Stupid recipe. Pancakes are stupid!"
There was a sudden knock on your door, that caused you to jump. Growling for being distracted, you answered it to surprizingly see your assisstant foods teacher Mr. Williams standing there.
"M-Mr. Williams?!" You gasped. "What are you doing here?!"
Smiling cutely, you let him in, and watched him slip off his coat and set if in his arms.
"I came to help you with your pancakes project." he replied. "Wouldn't want you to fail now would I?"
Letting a little smrik form your lips you ushered him into the kitchen.
"Where do we start then?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Short time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"That didn't take long!"
About half and hour later, a nice pile of pancakes stood there, looking yummy and golden as ever. Mr. Williams smiled before drying off his hands.
"We did good (Your name)!" he replied. "Want to have one now?"
Hearing your stomach growl the moment he said it, you dove right into the pile and ate nearly half of the stack. THIS time with lots of maple syrup from the frige. Mr. Williams just laughed quietly. Darn...he was so cute.
"Did they turn out good (your name)?"
You nodded, not bothering to speak with a full mouth.
After finishing up your dish, you and Mr. Williams cleaned up, and put the dished away. Brushing the hair out of your face, and gave him a happy smile.
"Thanks for helping me out Mr. Williams!"
"N-no (Your name)." Mr. Williams smiled back, seeminly more devious than usual, and began to lean in close to your neck. "Call me Matthew."
With that, he slowly pressed his lips to your soft neck flesh, causing you to eep out loud. Before you could step back or move, he grasped your butt to keep you still, before moving to your hips and holding you tightly. He slowly kissed down and up until he reacher your chin, then looked into your (e/c) eyes.
"M-Mr-ah I mean uh-Matthew?!" You stuttered.
"Oui (your name)?" he replied. He spoke french too? Dayum..made him an 12 out of 10 now!
"What are you-AHHH-"
You were shocked once he began to lick your neck this time, sending shiver up your spine.
"I don't know (your name)..I can't control this.." he said before kissing your lips happily. Smiling, you moved your lips in sync with his, just standing there enoying the moment you had together. Nobody cared that he was just the assisstant teacher, deffinetly not you.
Panting you looked up into his eyes, and watched him kiss your cheeks, then your forehead, then your nose, then your lips again.
Without notice, a little string of hair came between the both of you, making you stare at it with happy tentions filling you.
"Non non non (your name) Do-AHHHH~" he moaned the moment you pulled on the long curl. Seeing it made him sound..so...heavenly, you pulled it again and earned another moan from him.
"(Y-)(Your name) S-stop this-" he tried to get you to let go, but you didn't stop. It wasn't until he pinned you to the ground smashing his lips to yours you finally let go. A huge blush painted his cheeks before he stood up, and helped you along with him.
"What have I done..I mean y-your a student a-and-"
"Shhhh." you hushed him, putting a finger to his lips. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Your just trying to get attention."
With that he smiled, and pulled you into a hug, running his fingers through your hair softly before kissing it.
"I never get enough of that actually.."