Mephistophelily
Crazy is...
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OOC thread is here
"Donna? Miss Jekyll, please pay attention."
The sharp voice of her professor snapped Donna out of her daydream, her cheeks reddening as she slunk down into her seat. The soft laughter behind her wasn't helping any.
The daydreams... they were coming back more than usual. The odd dreams of a woman, someone who had men just crawling to her... begging for her. And she just brushed them off, like they were nothing. She toyed with them, and they loved it. Why was she thinking like this?! Donna could never do something like that. She choked up even talking to a guy in class; she could never treat a guy that way!
The Professor was still talking, though Donna wasn't hearing him. She just stared at him from behind her books. Thoughts came to her mind, ideas of sitting on top of that desk, her legs sprawled against the sides as her teacher-
"And that's the end of class," He suddenly shouted out, slapping his hand down hard on the maple desk.
The loud bang made Donna give a yelp, jumping from her seat. Grabbing up her books, she dashed out of the room, her cheeks bright red. "Oh my god...," She panted, rubbing a hand against her forehead. She was sweating... Why was she thinking like that? Her professor was attractive, yes.. but... to actually think something like that- how terrible!
"Donna? Miss Jekyll, please pay attention."
The sharp voice of her professor snapped Donna out of her daydream, her cheeks reddening as she slunk down into her seat. The soft laughter behind her wasn't helping any.
The daydreams... they were coming back more than usual. The odd dreams of a woman, someone who had men just crawling to her... begging for her. And she just brushed them off, like they were nothing. She toyed with them, and they loved it. Why was she thinking like this?! Donna could never do something like that. She choked up even talking to a guy in class; she could never treat a guy that way!
The Professor was still talking, though Donna wasn't hearing him. She just stared at him from behind her books. Thoughts came to her mind, ideas of sitting on top of that desk, her legs sprawled against the sides as her teacher-
"And that's the end of class," He suddenly shouted out, slapping his hand down hard on the maple desk.
The loud bang made Donna give a yelp, jumping from her seat. Grabbing up her books, she dashed out of the room, her cheeks bright red. "Oh my god...," She panted, rubbing a hand against her forehead. She was sweating... Why was she thinking like that? Her professor was attractive, yes.. but... to actually think something like that- how terrible!