chapter 7

Yinka pursed her lips; looking down at her script, her eyes digging through the paper in shame. The teacher gave her a look of disappointment before walking to the next seat. Her hands shook as she let out a shaky breath. Of course she was going to fail! She didn't bother reading for the test because she was rather preoccupied. You guessed it, with the thoughts of Janet and Derek, specifically how to tear them apart.

When she went over to Janet, after the inter house sport practice; Janet had purposely ignored her, giggling at whatever stupid thing that tall arrogant idiot filled her ears with. Derek this, Derek that. She was absolutely fed up with it! So, when Janet did that; Yinka stormed off; intentionally hitting her shoulders against Derek; but it sure did hurt as hell. His shoulders were so hard!

"Stupid annoying egoistical brat." Yinka remembered spitting his way after she had passed; holding unto her stinging shoulders. When she looked behind her, she noticed that Janet sent a look her way.

A bitter one at that.

To Yinka!

Her best friend, or so she thought. After the look Janet had given her, Yinka was beyond angry, she felt betrayed. The whole week, she avoided Janet. Her teacher, Mr. Kunle had told them that there was going to be a big test and of course Yinka didn't study. She was preoccupied with sexting her fling, just so she could get over the fact that Janet pissed her off.

Her new fling was Tunji, a brown skinned boy in her class with full hair and a knee dropping smile. He looked so innocent until he was told to talk dirty, he had a way with words and was quite skilled with his hands.

Now, look where that got her.

With a nicely writing 3d 'F ' on her script, which was inked with a red pen. A groan escaped her lips as she put her head down in shame, Yinka's mom was going to kill her. She wasn't one to get anything below average, even if she was in SS3B.

But this!

A 2/30, was very unacceptable.

"Dang it." Yinka muttered to herself as she slowly turned her head towards the teacher who gave her a disappointed look. Oh save me the forsaken speech mister! Yinka seethed quietly through her teeth. Who did he think he was glaring at?

Mr Kunle was a six foot panty dropper, he won the vote hands down for one of the hottest teachers in their school; which was of course conducted my hungry girl in her set. 

Back to her grade which she had already began to squeeze in her hands, Yinka felt her eyes water at the thought of how furious her mom would be when she saw her horrible grades, not even to talk of her dad!

An exe serviceman, in literal sense; he was in the military and he didn't fancy having a dumb kid. "I should have studied." Yinka murmured under her breath, repeated dropping her head to her desk, over and over again.

"Someone's not in a good mood." She heard someone say, a hand trailing against her bare laps. She recognized the voice, before turning over to see Tunji.

"I banged." Yinka cried out, folding her arms in annoyance. Tunji just chuckled at her behavior before raising his hands to her cheeks; tugging on it.

"How bad?" Tunji asked, not believing that someone as smart as Yinka would flop in the test.

"2." 

"Woah! Over 30?" He exclaimed in shock, suddenly appreciating the twelve he had gotten on his own test. Yinka hissed at him, nudging his side; "How nah?" Tunji sounded almost concerned.

"I don't know oh! That's what the yeye man gave me!" Yinka let out as she discreetly pointed towards the teacher who was now attending to one of the guys.

Yinka obviously knew why she failed, but she refused to accept the fact that it was her fault. If he was even a bit more lenient; she'd have at least gotten, well...not a dang 2!

"Go and ask him to remark then."

Tunji encouraged, pushing slightly against her shoulders. That did sound like a solid idea...but she was very sure he would disagree.

"I will." She sighed, getting up to her feet and marching towards the man. The class was rowdy so nobody paid attention to her; they just kept giggling and sharing their scripts.

"Sir!" Yinka bellowed, roughly hitting her hands on his desk; this caused his head to snap up at her. When he saw who it was, the look of disappointment came back.

"Yinka." He sighed, crossing his arms and legs. "Sir now, why'd you give me 2, it's not fair!" The girl exclaimed as she stomped her feet to the ground like a big baby. His eyes fixated on a particular area that bounced along with her movement.

"I gave you? No, that's what you scored." Mr Kunle rephrased with a scorn on his lips, adjusting himself on the chair and crossing his arms at the childish girl. "But-" Yinka began, stuttering her words since she couldn't find any way to put it. She wanted to scream at the man and demand for him to add a '0' at the back of that 2; but she knew he was still an elder.

"Please sir." She finally sighed, puffing her lower lips and clasping her small hands together as she lowered her face closer to his.

"Next time, you study." He concluded, backing away from her. "I did!" She lied through her teeth, fluttering her lashes at him, he didn't seem to be bothered about that, the man just looked at her with a bored expression.

"It is what it is." Mr Kunle shrugged, she was about to bicker at him once more but one of the girls in her class beat her to it; taking the attention away from her.

Great.

Did he expect her to take the scripts and be satisfied with it? She needed him to change her mark, but she didn't know how.

The bell went off before she could get to her seat, it was break time. In her class, literally no one was present during break; they all separated to other classes or outside to play football. Yinka roughed up her script and shoved it into her bag before stomping away from the class.

She sighted Shalom down the hall, flirting with one of the boys in her class; so this was where Ebuka had gone to, instead of attending class he was setting pea with her friend.

"Why the frown?" Shalom asked when she spotted Yinka, tapping Ebuka on the cheeks before sashaying her way; pulling her into a side hug.

"Is it not that yeye man. He gave me 2/20!"

Yinka grumbled in annoyance, stomping her feet as she tightened her lips. "He even had the guts to be telling me that it is what it is." Yinka let out a long and venomous hiss.

"That math test abi? It was bloody. I got like 10." Shalom whined as well, Yinka couldn't help but glare at her; she complained about getting a 10! That was literally five times Yinka's score.

"How about asking him nicely?" Shalom said, folding her arms with a smirk as she leaned against the wall. Asking him nicely? She already batted her eyelashes at him, but he just ignored her.

"How na, I already tried." Yinka pouted, not knowing what Shalom was implying. "Don't be acting innocent , if you really want that grade then prove it to him." Shalom smirked, before kissing her cheeks and skipping away.

Prove it to him?

After giving it some thought, she marched to his office; he wasn't the class teacher, just a subject teacher. So he had his office somewhere else.

She cracked the door opened to see if any other teacher was there; to her luck, he was the only one in the office, typing away on his laptop.

Yinka took a deep breath before stepping into the office, making her presence known with a cough. Mr Kunle looked up at her, arching his brows when he saw who was at the door.

Before he could say a word, the sound of her locking the door interrupted him, when he heard this, a ghost smirk appeared on his lips and his eyes went straight for her hands on the lock.

"Sir." She let out in her best seductive tone, slowly making her way to him; her short skirt inching up as she widened her steps. The man just silently stared at her, his lips folding into a purse.

Before she reached his office, she had already decided to seduce him into hiving her the grades. So she unbuttoned her shirt so her cleavage shined through. She also dampened her lips with her lip balm, making sure she looked appealing.

"Yinka." He breathed out, his eyes immediately going for her cleavage, then trailing down her body; as if taking in her appearance.

"Please reconsider, I can't go home with that score." She continued, when she reached his table; she rose one of her legs and sat on his desk.

"Oh?" He murmured at her, his gaze trained on her laps; she could see how much he liked the sight of her bare laps, the was his eyes darkened gave it away. With a swipe, his laptop was on the chair beside him, making space for her to continue.

Yinka hummed in reply, turning her legs on the table, so they could be directly in front of him; intentionally brushing her exposed legs against his arms.

She was quite shocked that he allowed her do this, she always pegged him for a by the book kind of teacher. But he felt flat for her tricks. She knew it'd take more than her luscious thighs to get that grade, so she continued through with her intentions. 

"You're quite bold." The man chuckled as he adjusted on his seat, his eyes still ogling at her bare laps; rather shamelessly. Yinka put up her hands and fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, taking in her lips between her teeth.

"I am." Yinka drew out.

"Let's test that then..." He concluded, perhaps with the pun included. Mr. Kunle smirked at her, it looked like he had just thought of something interesting.

"Take off your shirt."

Yinka's throat went dry at his request. Her shirt? Sure she could expose some of her cleavage to him, but the whole shirt?

Mr. Kunle grinned at her hesitation, "I knew you wouldn't do it-" He laughed at her, turning around to pickup his laptop— but when he heard the shirt drop to the floor, he paused.

The man slowly turned towards her with a sick smirk, eyeing her lightly clothed breasts. She almost cursed at herself at the fact that she wore a very exposed bra today. 

Her bra was a transparent kind of lace, no part of the bra had an actual cover; so he could practically see everything. Down to her areola and by the looks of it, he loved the view.

Without a warning, his hands went directly for them; Yinka bit her lip so she wouldn't gasp, closing her eyes as she felt his hands roam her breasts.

She knew this was wrong, but it felt good— even though she hated to admit it. "So you're not so child like after all." Mr Kunle muttered more to himself, his hands still fondling with her. She almost smiled his words, she hated being viewed as just a child.

She was 17!

Not a child.

Yinka gasped as she felt him grip her chin, pulling her head down to look at him. Slowly but surely, Yinka opened her eyes. "You're right. We can reconsider." She grinned at his words, sitting freely like her breasts weren't on a show for him.

He used his chair to pull closer to her, his face diving in for her neck as he placed soft kisses on them. Is this really Mr. Kunle that people admire? Yinka thought to herself, resting her head against his.

To be honest, she liked him a bit more now that she discovered this side of him.

Was that weird? She sure didn't think so.

"But...you'd have to do something for me to earn a 20."

A 20?!

Wow, he was so easy to butter up, she silently prayed that he wouldn't ask her to sleep with him, she was still a virgin after all.

"W-what's that?" 

The words that came from Yinka was a stutter, partly because her throat had dried up the minute his hands reached her her breasts. 

"Get on your knees."

Oh.

So that was what he wanted.

Yinka nodded, complying with his demand as she went on her knees. He didn't have even have to tell her what else to do; because she went right for it, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trouser.

"Look at that, she's even quick to action."

He chuckled as he pushed her head down with his hands, his head going back in pleasure when he felt her lips around him.

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