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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      William_Fowles/Meghan_Stanley, Kole_Evans/JJ_Ryan, Gracie_Should/Meghan
      Stanley
  Character:
      William_Fowles, Meghan_Stanley, Kamden_Sutherland, JJ_Ryan, Gracie_Shoup,
      Kole_Evans, Craig_Weston, These_are_all_Ocs_but_ok
  Additional Tags:
      Sneaking_Around, Band, Sneaking_Out, Adultery, Sex, Penis_In_Vagina_Sex,
      Light_BDSM, Light_Dom/sub, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Dubious_Consent,
      Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Dubious_Morality, Dubious_Ethics, Birthday_Sex,
      Will_does_have_a_daughter, And_a_wife, Battle_of_the_Bands, Jazz_Music,
      bad_dancing, lots_of_lying, Porn_With_Plot, Porn_with_Feelings, Bisexual
      Character, Bisexual_Female_Character, Bisexual_Female_Character_of_Color,
      Bisexual_Character_of_Color, You've_never_even_heard_of_most_of_these
      extra_ocs_until_now, But_I_promise_they're_great, Aka_they're_all_based
      off_of_people_I_know, Kole_and_JJ_and_Gracie_are_some_of_my_faves,
      Because_Gracie_is_hot_in_my_head, And_kole_and_JJ_are_gay, Fake/Pretend
      Relationship
  Series:
      Part 2 of Real!Verse_Ft._OCs
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-30 Words: 1066
****** The Art of Not Getting Caught Sleeping With Saxophone Player ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Sequel to This Isn't Quite Why I Got a Teaching Degree But I'm Okay
     With It. Meghan and Will get caught and Meghan finally comes of age.
It's an ordinary day, really, when they get caught for the first time.
 
It was bound to happen, but neither of them were really expecting it to be who
it was to first find out about their impromptu relationship.
 
“Just a little bit more… oomph in the trombone part.” William says with a grin.
He watches Meghan's beautiful eyes, like chocolate, roll upwards as she smirks.
 
“You're a fucking idiot.” She grumbles half-heartedly, although she does add
something to her paper.
 
“Watch your language, young lady!” The teacher waggles his finger in his
student's face, his voice stern. She knows he's joking, but plays along.
 
“What are you going to do, give me a lunch detention?”
 
“Maybe I should. You have been pretty bad recently. I bet that after a few
turns over my knee you'd do anything to get out.” He says, getting in her
personal space. She exhales sharply, pupils blown wide.
 
“Anything?”
 
“You'd do anything I asked anyway.”
 
“Hey, Mr. Fowles, I need you to unlock the storage closet for me, I left my
drumsticks in there-” Kamden, one of Meghan's closest friends, says after
stepping into the room, quickly shutting up after laying eyes on the pair.
 
“Oh, hi, Kam! Mr. Fowles was just helping me with my entry for district.”
Meghan says, turning toward him with a smile.
 
“You two were pretty close…” he says, eyes wide as saucers. Meghan laughs
nervously.
 
“Can I talk to you outside?” She guides him out into the hallway.
 
-
 
“You're sleeping with our teacher?!” Kamden hisses, eyes narrowed.
 
“You're fucking Mademoiselle Prouvaire!” She whispers, although her tone makes
it seem like she's yelling.
 
“I- how did you find out about that?!”
 
“I read your texts, genius.”
 
“I-”
 
Meghan looks at him expectantly, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.
 
“Fine, go back in there and fuck Mr. Fowles. As long as you don't tell anyone
about me and Jeanne.”
 
“Trust me, I won't.” She turns on her heel
 and skips back to the band director's office, smiling widely.
 
“Is he-” the teacher begins, chewing his lip.
 
“He's not going to tell anyone, trust me.” Meghan closes the door behind her
and locks it. She plops down on William's lap, grinning.
 
“I heard what Skyler said to you this morning.” He looks up at her and frowns.
 
“Which part, about me being a slut or me being ugly?” She lets out an empty
kind of  chuckle, resting her hands on his shoulders. She turns her head,
almost like she's physically deflecting the conversation.
 
“Baby, it's not true. While you can be quite the little slut, you're not ugly
in the slightest. You're very, very beautiful, and I'm very, very lucky.” he
grasps at her chin and holds her head firm as they speak.
 
“I-” she begins to protest, pulling her head away and crossing her arms.
 
“You do not get to argue with me about this, whore.” he grabs at her waist,
immediately drawing her attention back to him.
 
“Of course not, sir.”
 
“Say it. Say that you're beautiful.” His voice changes, goes from sweet to
rough and dominating in a half a second.
 
“Will, I'm not gonna-”
 
His hand falls and pinches her side. Hard. So hard that tears spring to her
eyes.
 
“'m beautiful.” She whispers, breath hitching in her throat. She can't say it
louder, no, then she might start to believe it.
 
For Will, it's a start. It's not much, but it's a start.
 
“I feel like I should punish you for insulting me.” He mumbles in her ear, one
hand drifting to her thigh.
 
“I didn't-”
 
“You called yourself ugly. I think that that was a direct insult to my tastes.
Honestly, I'm disappointed.”
 
“I wish that it was forty years ago so you could, like, paddle me in front of
the entire class.” she says, burying her face in his chest.
 
“I can do you one less, though.” He smiles at her, almost evilly.
 
Meghan’s throat goes dry.
 
-
 
“You look happy.” Meghan's mother remarks, turning down the volume of The
Rolling Stones.
 
“It was just a good day.” The teenager shrugs, throwing her bag through the
open window in the backseat and taking her place in the front.
 
“Really? What happened?”
 
“Mr. Fowles thinks I have a good chance of winning district and going on to
state. Just excited.” She mumbles absent-mindedly, pulling out her cell phone.
 
“Well, I'm glad. You know, you seem so much happier lately.” The older woman
remarks, glancing over at her daughter before pulling out of the parking lot.
However, she can't help but steal a peek at Meghan every now and again.
 
“Do you have a boyfriend you're not telling me about?” She says at last, eyes
fixated on the road. She can't bear to look at her, especially with her child's
maniacal laughter.
 
“No! Of course I don't! Mom, I'm gay.” The lie has been so well rehearsed for a
moment like this, that it almost feels true. She's known for a while that she's
bisexual, it's not like it's a complete untruth.
 
“So, do you have a girlfriend?” She barely seems fazed by her daughter's words,
let alone bothered by them.
 
“Maybe I will, um, I like Gracie?” her friend is really pretty, and Meghan's
fairly certain that she swings both ways, too.
 
“Oh. Okay. Well, if you ever want to take her on a date or something just let
me know.” The older woman continues to blabber on aimlessly about something or
another, moving on from the subject entirely.
 
-


“I can't believe you! God, get something to clean this up!” Will looks down at
himself in false disbelief. Meghan's cheeks tinge red, but it's not even close
to over. She dabs at his coffee-splattered sweater, looking up at him with wide
eyes.
 
“Off of the floor, too. I don't see why a janitor should have to clean up  your
mess.” He looks almost devious when she gets down on her knees to clean up the
spilled drink.
 
Nobody’s really paying attention to what’s happening at the front of the class,
not really, but the fact that they could be makes the teen get hot all of a
sudden. She chews on her bottom lip as she rises back to her full height, still
dwarfed by her teacher.
 
“It won't happen again, sir.”
 
“Good. Take a seat, Miss Stanley.”

“Of course, sir.”
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