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  Mary's Submission

  Aila Glass

  Copyright 2021 by Aila Glass

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  Cover Designer: Heather Ashley

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either product or the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events or locals are entirely coincidental.

  Mary

  Liam is the all strict, tempting and gorgeous man in my class room. Too bad he's also my professor. Then one night changes everything and now he's got a few lessons up his sleeve that he would like to teach me.

  Liam

  Mary is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And the brattiest. As my student, she's also off limits. But I can’t help but want more. To want to teach her how good girls behave.

  This book contains an age gap, kinky teacher/student, grumpy/bratty relationship. 18+

  Trigger Warning: A drunk student gets handsy with Mary and she doesn't like it

  Contents

  1. Mary

  2. Mary

  3. Liam

  4. Mary

  5. Mary

  6. Liam

  7. Mary

  8. Liam

  9. Mary

  10. Liam

  11. Mary

  12. Liam

  13. Mary

  14. Liam

  15. Mary

  Afterword

  Also By

  About Author

  Social Links

  Chapter one

  Mary

  Mary

  Blues skies, white clouds and the breeze in my blonde hair. This is the day I head off to one of the most amazing music colleges in North America. Leaving my small town with my three best friends, all packed into the station wagon that my parents gave me for my sixteenth birthday.

  Jasmine was wiping her tears with a tissue beside me and when I looked back at Violet and Julia they were cuddling with each other with tears streaming down their faces. Growing up, the way we did, we were all super close with our parents. We grew up in a small town that wasn't built for us. Everyone thought we were weird and stuck out somehow. Whether it was because of the way we dressed or the food that we made. It was sheer luck that our four families met. We were the square pegs trying to fit in the round holes. So we created our own board and left the judgy people to their opinions. And it wasn't like we could leave. It was sort of the only place that we could live with the jobs that our parents had. Our town is right next to the biggest law firm on the east coast. My stepdad is a lawyer and so is Jasmine's dad. Violet's mom works in the mail room and Julia's mom is a paralegal.

  My peach lens glasses give my view a sunset glow of the road ahead. The drive to the August Johnson’s Music School is about six hours. First at the wheel is me, then Jasmine will take over after two hours, then Julia will take another two hours and finally Violet will take us home. To our new dorms at the school. Jasmine and I will be sharing a room, and Violet and Julia will be sharing a room. We figured it's best if the friends with the most similar personality share the rooms.

  Jasmine and I are kind of loud and busy where Violet and Julia are more quiet and like to keep to themselves. It's why I think as a group we work so well together. We take the girls out for fun and they help us enjoy the calmer things in life. Like reading a good book or just playing a game without getting super competitive.

  We have all known each other since we were little kids. We went to the same preschool and have been friends ever since. We were also the same then as we are now. Jasmine and I threw sand at each other at the beach, and Violet and Julia would be reading under a tree. We'd pull them into the water to play, then we would all sit in the sand and talk about prince charming and music. It's what we all have in common. Dream girls with music notes dancing in our heads.

  So it's no surprise that not only did we all go to the same school, but we all play instruments. I play the cello, Jasmine plays the piano, Violet plays the violin and Julia plays the harp. Though we might not all be into the same instruments, we all love music. Julia can also play the guitar, and Jasmine has been learning how to play the drums.

  Jasmine is a dream to listen to. The way she plays the piano, you can see the way her fingers dance along the keys. It's like she is a part of the piano. Jasmine has always wanted to play the piano. Where I learned that I wanted to play the cello when I was ten, she has been playing since she was at least three. Her mom plays professional, and I think that's where she started.

  Violet has been playing the violin since she was young as well. Along with ballet. She is super talented and the epitome of beauty. With dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. She has a small frame and a shy disposition, but when you start to talk with her, it's like starting the motor of a boat. She goes on and you love it.

  Julia is even more shy than Violet, but Julia doesn't really talk even if she has the opportunity. She is the head in the clouds girl that you love because she is filled with compassion and sweetness that would make the teddy bears you find in the store blush. And her harp skills make her look like a Greek goddess. She gets so into it when she plays she closes her eyes and you can see her lose herself in the music.

  And then there is me. Mary Bennett. The loud blonde who likes to take life by the horns and challenges everything and everybody. In other words. A complete brat. And I take that as a compliment. I like to talk and be active and be a part of everything. Even if it gets me in trouble sometimes. Now don't get me wrong. I am a good girl. I get straight A's and practice my cello every day. I work hard and love to work. It's just when I am on one of my days off, I go all for it. I'm also just not the kind of girl who does things halfway. And if someone says I can't do something, it just makes me want to do it more. Like the time Doug from high school said that I was too short to climb on top of the bus. Well, I proved him wrong. Then I broke my arm. But I still proved him wrong. I always wondered if someday I would meet someone that would try to put me in my place. Someone who wouldn't take my shit. I mean there are my parents but either they trusted me too much or because there is a thing that kids go through where you don't take your parents seriously until you are in their position.

  I could never think of anyone who could make me do anything. Then I read one of Julia's dirty books that she keeps under her bed, with her permission of course. I read one that was a BDSM book where the main female character was a bit of a brat and a handful. Then she meets some tough business billionaire who spanks her when she talks back and gives her a hundred orgasms. I'm paraphrasing, of course. But I will admit that it got me intrigued. The most intriguing part of it was that he never tried to change her, really. The punishments were play. It was almost like he was the only person in the world who could handle her shit and that's what made them the perfect couple.

  Oh, if only those kinds of men existed in real life.

  My two hours are up and I pull off the highway to a McDonald's for some lunch and a break. It's noon now, so we should get there by the evening. We first all go to the bathroom then order some food. We take it to go and eat it in the car.

  "Who's excited about school?!" Jasmine squeals as she eats her cheeseburger.

  "I am!" Violet peeps up. A sliver of lettuce falling from her mouth.

  "Julia?" I ask, and she nods with a smile, and goes back to her burger.

  "What about you, Mary? You excited? I heard that one of
your teachers is hot, " Jasmine teases.

  Jasmine looked up all the teachers we were going to have and told me that mine was really handsome. I didn't want to look because I didn't want to give myself an opportunity to lust after my teacher. If I were to see him first in a classroom, I might not have the urge. He could end up being incredibly boring and so much like my high school music teachers that it wouldn't matter how hot he is, he would just be my teacher.

  This school is a bit different from other colleges. Instead of having the same teacher all the time unless you transferred, you have a different teacher every mid term. They teach you specific stuff, even though all the teachers are pretty much qualified to teach you all the way. It's a four-year program and in the end you will be well versed in your instrument of choice. It's also specifically an instrument music school. So you are not taught to sing. Most of the students here end up in bands or orchestras making it a super specialized school. Which is what I love about it.

  We finish our lunch and head back on the road. This time Jasmine is driving so I sit in the back and take a nap. We got up super early this morning to prepare. We also knew we needed a head start because of course our moms were going to try to convince us to stay. My mom and I are super close. And my stepdad and I are close as well, but not as much as my mom and I. I hugged them both so hard before I walked over to the car. Mom even followed me and gave me a kiss on the cheek only a second before I put the car in gear and drove off. We were all sobbing messes.

  As I drift off to sleep, I think of my mom and my step dad. My dad left when I was a baby and my step dad says that’s the reasonI don't let people in. My dad broke my heart, and it has yet to mend itself together. I'm pessimistic, of course, but my mom believes that love happens when you least expect it. She often tells the story of how she met my step dad, Tony.

  He was one of the lawyers that helped my mom get full custody of me and after all the paperwork was done they started dating and a year later they got married. He has been my father for basically my entire life. My mom said that she knew the moment they went that he was the one. And so far, sixteen years later, she is right. You can tell how in love my mom is every time you see her look at Tony. The way her eyes light up and the smile she has when she is just randomly doing the dishes or something and you know she is thinking of him.

  Maybe I wouldn't be soaking in so much envy if I wasn't such a cynic. I know it's stupid to hold on to a man who probably doesn't even know my name, but I can't help it. It wasn't until high school when I learned how much I didn't believe in love. Mostly regarding my highschool boyfriend, which lasted like six months. I lost my virginity to him, then two days later he dumped me and I didn't feel a thing. I figured it was his loss and moved on. But it did make me realize that I never thought it was going to work, anyway.

  My friends think the same thing as my mom. That I will meet a guy that will make me realize that holding on to things as an absent father is a waste of time and that loving someone will be the best thing that will ever happen. I'm not going to tell them they are wrong, but I'm not holding my breath.

  When I wake up after my nap, I hear the crunch of gravel underneath the tires and see Julia at the wheel. I sit up straight and look out the window at the great big music school. It's all made of brick and stands at least six stories tall. The sun is setting giving it a fall vibe and you can see all the other students in the front saying goodbye to their parents. We all step out of the car and take in the giant building.

  "Wow, we are actually here," I hear Jasmine say in awe.

  Yes, we are.

  Chapter two

  Mary

  We all walk into the school and head to the head administrator's office to find our rooms. The inside of the school is just as beautiful as the outside. The walls look like white marble and there are a lot of fancy designs on the walls. Carved and done by paint.

  "Over here," I hear Jasmine say and we walk into a room where there is a smallish lady with a flowered skirt and red hair sitting in front of a computer.

  "Hello," I say, then she looks up at me with a smile.

  "Hello, girls. How can I help you?"

  "We are looking for our rooms. We just got in." I pull some papers out of my bag and so do my friends.

  "All right. If you can just give me your student number, I will give you your room number."

  I hand her mine and she looks at it then looks at Jasmine’s, Violet’s and Julia's.

  "All right. So..." She types something into the computer then walks over to the wall on the other side of the room and takes four card looking things from the wall.

  "Okay, so Jasmine Patel and Mary Bennett are in room three oh five on the third floor and Julia Burns and Violet Danvers are in room three oh seven on the same floor. Here you go."

  She hands us the cards and I realize that they are the keys. Like the ones they give you in hotels. I take all the keys then I hand them out. Jasmine leads us to the elevators because of course she also looked up the floor plan of the school.

  We get into the elevator and I push the button for the third floor. It takes us up and when we step into the hallway; it looks like a hotel. The tile floors and the walls with nice paintings. There are also pictures of teachers and other students.

  We walk to our rooms and head inside. Jasmine and I go into our rooms and Violet and Julia go into theirs.

  The room is also similar to a hotel room. There are two small bedrooms which only really have room for a desk and a bed. Then there is one bathroom, and a shared living space which I guess is technically the living room. There is also a small kitchen and a small dinner table just next to the kitchen.

  "Wow, it's beautiful," I hear Jasmine say as she checks out her room.

  She takes the one next to the kitchen and I take the one next to the bathroom. They are on the opposite side of the room and that's definitely a good thing since we have very specific and clashing schedules. I go to bed at nine since I can't work after that but Jasmine can. I swear she runs on rechargeable batteries or something. She works all the time but doesn't look like it's hurting her. Not on the outside, anyway.

  What is great about this school is because it's a music school, every room is soundproof. So it means you can practice in the study places and in your own room. There is a knock on the door, and I walk over to open it.

  "Sweet digs, eh?" Violet says with a smile.

  "Yeah, it is," Julia and Violet walk in and look around the room.

  "Looks exactly like ours," Violet says.

  "What are we going to do now?" Julia's quiet voice pipes up.

  "Well, maybe we should look around. Get a lay of the school. I have the directions on my phone." Jasmine takes out her phone out of her pocket and pulls up the directory.

  Violet and I shrug, and we head outside to look around. We can always unpack later tonight. Right now it would be nice to look around. Meet some people maybe. A couple of girls pass us in the hall as we walk to the elevator. They are in matching blue skirts and white button-up shirts. I didn't think that this school had uniforms.

  "Is this a uniform school?" I ask Jasmine.

  She looks at her phone again and nods her head.

  "Not required. But there is a dress code. No strapless and no shorts that are less than twenty inches below the waist. Other than that, there doesn't seem to be anything else. Oh, and no see through and mesh clothing."

  "Does anyone else think that dress codes are a little outdated?" Violet asks.

  "Probably," I say.

  "But at least it's not "no tank tops or skinny strap shirts.” And you are allowed to be without a bra," Jasmine says.

  "Kind of weird. They don't like really short shorts but you can go without a bra?" Violet leans over Jasmine's shoulder and looks at her phone. Which doesn't work that well since Jasmine is like ten inches taller than Violet. So Jasmine hands Violet her phone.

  "Maybe it's so they don't get in trouble. You're right. Dress codes are kind of outdated but
a prestigious school like this does have a status quo." Jasmine says, matter of factly.

  We get into the elevator and head out to the courtyard. The school has a massive backyard. There is a track on the right and a tennis court on the left. There are several students on the grass. Probably doing the same thing we are. Checking everything out.

  "Did you hear? Chris is going to have a party tonight," I hear a woman say to her friend. They giggle then walk off.

  "Hey, there is a party happening tonight. You wanna go before we hunker down and become real students?" I ask my friends.

  I can already tell that Jasmine will say no and Julia hasn't gone to a party since her tenth birthday.

  "Violet?" I wrap my arm around hers as her face contorts in every which way.

  "How about we go for an hour? Then we get some sleep. I mean, how are you not tired already?" I shrug, then smile.

  “Sure,” she says and I give her another hug.

  After getting lunch we decided that we should check out our class rooms. Since we all go to different classrooms, we would split up, then meet in our room. So I head off to the east side of the building. Not hearing any noise, but the clatter of my small heels hitting the stone floor.

  My classroom is four D and I see it at the end of the hall and peak in. And what I see is a dream.

  A six foot five dream. A head of black hair modelled perfectly on the top of his head with a little grey on the side and the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. He's got broad shoulders and stands tall over a music stand. I look down at his hands holding a sheet of paper and a faint noise escapes me, causing this man to look over at the door and look directly at me.

  I turn around fast and get away from the door. I don't know what to do with myself, so I walk briskly down the hall. I hear the door open but I ignore it. I didn't really want to be caught snooping and spying on the handsome man in the room. I only hope that I don't end up seeing him again. I don't think I will be able to hide the blush on my face if I do.