Akira's P.O.V
You know that feeling when you take cheat papers to an exam you haven't studied well for?
At first, everything is going just fine...until the Principal decides to make an appearance, and in spite of the fact that he is standing in the front of the class and about to catch you, you can't seem to drop the paper from your hand because you're frozen shitless. Well...that's exactly what I'm feeling right now as I stood there looking like a deer caught in the headlights, while Mr. Whitmore stands gaping at my diary.
"Oh, wow! I didn't know you were a fan of Miss.OG, Ms. Sanders." He said turning the pages and reading my oh-so-difficulty collected handiwork.
I sighed in relief. Good, the jerk hasn't figured it out yet. So I decided to play along. "Yes Sir. I'm a really big fan of hers. Well, you know hormonal teenagers, exam and college stress and all that..." I trailed off, laughing nervously.
He frowned, thinking. And I took the opportunity to grab a hold of my diary and make a run for it. I snatched the diary from his hands and turned tail.
But considering how my luck has been today, I had hardly taken two steps when a hand roughly grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me back.
"Did you really think I'm that stupid?" And there goes that annoying cocky smirk. "A little too young to be writing pornography, aren't you?"
What the fuck? I was eighteen! An official, consenting adult!
"A little too old to be fucking High school students, aren't you?" I shot back without thinking and only realized my mistake when his expressions darkened.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Ms. Sanders, after all, you're biggest secret is in my hand right now", he waved my diary in front of my face for emphasis. I gulped, my mouth suddenly getting dry.
Then without warning, he dragged me with him with my elbow and went inside a random empty classroom and slammed the door shut behind us. "Now we can discuss this in some peace and quiet. Don't you think so? Have a seat Miss.OG." The last word felt like a threat.
I didn't like the menace in his voice, so like the good little student that I am, I went and sat on a bench farthest from him. "How do you know it's me?" I tried to keep my voice neutral but the fear was clearly evident, judging by the widening of his smirk. God, if he doesn’t stop that smirk’s gonna be permanently plastered on that gorgeous face.
And that would be a disaster?
Don’t want to see such a fine example of the male species go to waste now, do we?
"Well, let me see..." he pretends to think while leaning back against the closed classroom door, snapping me out of my sarcastic conversation with my conscience. "Maybe it was your handwriting, since you are in my class, or was it the signature at the beginning of the page? Ah! I got it!" He pretend to be excited, "It was the fact that half the things in there have already been published!"
My mouth dropped open. "You're an OGasmer?!"
And if you people out there are wondering what the hell an OGasmer is, then let me tell you. It's what my fans call themselves. Just like how the 1D fans used to call themselves Directioners, mine are OGasmers. Get the drift?
"Don't call me that", he winced. "And don't get too happy either. I'm a fan, true, but that doesn't mean I won't take this to the Principal's office and let the school know about your little secret." That wiped the smirk right out of my face. When did he get that again?
“Oh yeah? And then what? I'm already eighteen, so it’s not like I’m doing something wrong. And since when is writing illegal?” I finally snapped. He may be hot jerk, but he’s messing with the wrong person here!
“Alright then,” he answered after some thought. “If that’s what you think, then you won’t mind if I tell everyone that we have a brand new talent in school. I’m sure everyone will be delighted to know that their favorite erotica is none other than a student in their school. I’m sure you’ll get plenty of followers here. Especially people who’d want some personal experience from the author.”
I gulped. Oh hell no! I can’t let that happen. People won’t mind reading an erotica but if they find out I’m the author…? Especially horny teenage boys from my school…I don’t even want to think about what could happen next. The thought itself made a chill run down my spine.
"What the Hell do you want then?" I snapped, beyond annoyed at the cocky bastard.
"Now, now. The louder you talk, the faster people know your true identity," He raised my diary in his hand and waved it in front of his face, like him holding the damn thing wasn't threat enough. God, that smirk! UGH!
"I'm not the only one here with secrets to hide, Mr. Whitmore." I pointed out, scowling. "You've done your fair share of sleeping around. Or did you forget that you're a teacher here? That could put you behind bars."
"Don't lecture me, dear," that endearment felt like a declaration of war. "You don't have any proof of what I did or did not do...with consent. You, however..." I've never hated my diary more.
"Then will you kindly tell me what the fu-," I caught myself and cleared my throat as he raised an eyebrow, my damn throat felt dryer than the Sahara desert. Then started speaking again. "What do you want then...Sir?"
"There! Much better. Why were you snooping around in the washroom?" he asked curiously. Completely disregarding my use of 'sir' as an insult.
I sighed, might as well get it all out. "I have a deadline in two weeks and I still haven't gotten any inspiration on the climax scene. It's supposed to be a mind blowing sex scene and I have drained out every brain cell trying to find one, but..."
"Ah!" He nodded, thinking and ran his hand through that gorgeous hair of his. Damn, am I obsessed!
"I got it!" I was startled out of my drooling session by him slamming his first down on a desk. When did he get there? " I'll be your guide."
"Excuse me?" I asked incredulously. Sexy-perverted-chemistry teacher says what?
"Well, since you're a virgin-"
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW THAT?!" I yelled, not being able to control my shocked fury.
"Oh, come on! Any girl your age would be thrilled with the idea of being famous in school. They would love the attention and lovers the fame brings, but instead, you shrink back into your chair like it’s the worst possible outcome. And I’ve seen enough to tell a virgin when I see one. And I’ve seen plenty of you." He said smugly.
"Stalker much?" I glared at him. But he skirted around that topic entirely.
"As I was saying, since you're a virgin, you haven't experienced anything that you write about. It prevents you from going into depth of the scenes. So I'll be your guide and teach you how things are really done. In a way I’ll be helping you built a brighter future!" I wanted to scratch that annoyingly sexy smirk off his face. Who does he think he is, Bill Gates?
"And why would I give you my virginity?" I raised an eyebrow. Damn, what had I just gotten myself into!
He raised my diary again. "Right! As if that's enough to sacrifice my virtue." I glared.
"It's not. But think about what's going to happen when people find out who you are. They may read pornography affectionately, but the affection they'll showering you with, will be very different." Damn it! He had a very valid point. If this gets out, my life will be ruined. That's the reason why pornographers use pen names. To protect their identity. And in my case, a known enemy is better than an unknown friend.
I huffed, but didn't reply. But the lack provided him the answer he needed.
"Well then, student, things are about to get really crazy", he said coming closer. Did my cat just scratch me back?
No kidding.
Chapter 4: TrappedAkira's P.O.VNever in my life had I thought I could be a marathon runner. I was usually the type who was too lazy to even do chores in my own house unless my mom paid me for it. No, really! But thankfully, both my parents stay away most of the time for business matters in Montana and I usually have my older sister looking after me...who was more interested in breaking hearts than taking care of me. So in short, I have all the time in the world to laze around.But the instant Mr. Sexy Sadist let me out of that classroom, I forgot that I had three more periods left in school, since he pretty much wasted one of them, and ran back home like my ass was covered with gasoline with Prometheus thyself running after me with his stolen torch. You get the picture?I have to call the school later on to inf
Chapter 5: Lesson OneAkira's P.O.V“W-W-what l-lesson?” I stuttered while mentally screaming, “What the fuck did I get myself into!”“Y-your first l-lesson in s-s-sex,” he imitated my voice but on him it sounded like a siren having a panic attack.“I don’t talk like that!” I snapped at him.“Oh, don’t worry, soon you won’t betalkingat all,” he smirked, wrapped his arms around my waist. “You'll bescreamingmy name.”I wanted so badly to slap that smirk off his face, but before I could react, I found myself sitting on top of the counter with him standing between my legs.“Oh, hell no! There’s no way I’m losing my virginity to you in my own kitchen
Chapter 6: Murderous Thoughts and MassagesStupid! Stupid! Stupid!I kept reciting it in my mind like a mantra, scowling so hard that I was worried I would burn a hole through my books.How dare he?!That no-good, perverted, hot jerk!Ugh!How could I have let that SOB just walk into my house and give me the most mind blowing orgasm and then leave me panting like a dog with the promise that he wouldn’tfuckme until Ibeggedhim! The nerve!“Having murderous thoughts are we, Miss Sanders?” The jerk snapped me out of my thoughts with a weird twinkle in his eyes and that hot damn smirk!Did I say hot? God! I meant God! God, help me!I gave him my most deadly glare, which caused a couple people around me to flinch away. But the
Chapter 7: Tabletop Adventures“I-I-I really n-need to get h-home,” I stuttered, cursing myself for it mentally. Not again!“Oh? You want to continue on your kitchen counter instead?” he whispered huskily, breath fanning the back of my neck. “Or would you like that table in your living room?” I shivered. Did he memorize every scene of my erotica stories? Especially the ones with him as my inspiration?“Excited are we?” he chuckled as my nipples strained through my bra, pebbling at his touch. I really was a goner when it came to him.“No… oooh!” Damn that bastard! He knew I was about to say no and decided to tweak my nipple at that exact moment! He didn’t play fair at all!“Nope. I play dirty Miss OG...very, very dirty.”I could 
Chapter 8: Dirty Little SecretWhy did my life suddenly turn into a horror soap opera with a horrible script writing? First, it was Ethan at the sidewalk outside my house and now we were both stuck inside a classroom, waiting for Ghost Face to pop up with a saw.But…The door opened to reveal a handsome hunk whom I had never seen before.“Dylan?” Ethan sounded both surprised and irritated.“Ethan, mate! How have you been?” Dylan said in a British accent as he came over and the boys did their man-hug completed with the typical backslapping.Was I hallucinating or did their slaps look a bit harder than normal?“Oh? I hope I’m not interrupting your class. I heard the bell ring twenty minutes ago.” Dylan said, breaking away from Ethan.We were having table f
Chapter 9: Sneaking In“I’m your what?” I screeched, pushing away from him and standing up.He gaped at my outburst but then he snapped out of it and stood up as well.“Then what did you expect? That I’d call you my girlfriend? Are you seriously that naïve?” he ranted, stumbling over his words. “I didn’t think you’d be the clingy type!”My temper just shot past the boiling point. “Oh, really? Then what kind of a person did you think I was? Someone you could sleep with and discard? Such a nice complement, Mr. Whitmore. Well, too bad. If you want obedience, go fuck yourself!”He clenched his jaw. He looked tense, trying to find words, probably finding ways to compel me. Too bad it won’t work on me anymore. “Look, it’s not—&rd
Chapter 10: Best Friends and Unpleasant Experiences“Rise and shine, Aki!”I rolled over in bed groaning and flailing my hands around on the bed to find my damn blanket. Just when I found it, it was stolen from my hands. Again!“Not so fast, beautiful.”Who on Earth was talking to me this early in the morning? Who was in my room? Did that annoying cocky bastard come back?Damn! Too much pressure on the brain was giving me a blasted headache! Didn't they know that I was up almost the entire night, thinking about that blasted teacher?“Hey, sexy PJs! And your butt looks so cute in it!”That got me sitting up so fast, it gave me a whiplash. I pried my swollen eyes open and finally looked at the intruder.“Oh, my god! Nick? How did you get in? When did you get back?” I was wide awake instantly.“Whoa! Slow down horsey!” answered my bestest friend in
Chapter 11: Curiosity Killed the CatSuddenly, the hallway became overcrowded as soon as I came to stand in front of the board which held the paper written in bold letters huge enough to attract instant attention.Whispers started at once from all directions and I wanted nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow me. Nick was still beside me, trying to wrap his head around what was going on.But then... a plan formed in my head. My only prayer to God right now was not to let Nick go into panic mode or things could get ugly.Tilting my head to the side, I gave the onlookers my most clueless and confused expression and said to no one in particular…"What's Miss OG?"I may be an erotic romance writer, but a writer none the less. Plot twists were an everyday occurrence. At once, people looked relieved, started smiling like they already knew I could never been Miss OG. But some still looked suspicious. And as expe