Teacher's Pet....Peeve

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Maxwell had been fuming once he had come to his senses. Not only had he not been able to finish the match, which he had in his mind that he would assuredly have won, but this Ms. Garcia had utterly made a mockery of him in that ring. All the time that he was showering off, all he could think about was getting righteous revenge upon the teacher. A few days had passed and the only question he bothered asking anybody was where he could find Ms. Garcia. A few simply brushed him off, while some stifled some laughter from obviously having seen the match. Max promptly gave them a few punches before carrying on his way. Eventually, he found out exactly what location he could find the sultry educator.

Figuring to make the most of his rage-fueled hunt, Maxwell donned a red collar shirt, black tie, and a black suit and even fetched a bunch of roses. After all, he didn't want to disappoint Ms. Garcia. The silver-haired boy marched his way into Ms. Garcia's apartment building and climbed the stairs to his targeted floor. The hunter continued his way down the hall until he reached the door marked with the same numbers he had obtained. His fist clenched, Maxwell made a rap-tap-tap on the door of Ms. Garcia.

Relaxing on her bed after a day of photoshooting for the AFW magazine, Ms Garcia was relaxing on her bedroom, dressed in a confortable and skimpy pink night gown, listening to the radio as she drank a good cup of tea.

Relaxing, until she heard the knocking on the door.

Calmly, the brunette teacher laid her teacup over her desk, and walked to the door. What a surprise was it, as when she opened, a cute silver haired boy, dressed elegantly and complete with roses. Ms Garcia smiled, surprised:

"Huh... hello, handsome?"

Of course, the brunette would never have imagined that such a charmer and elegant young gentlemen was Mad Max, the wrestler she met in her first AFW appearance. What was even more dangerous was that she wouldn't realize that such young eyes had the wild blink of vengeance within!

As Maxwell awaited for the door to open, he adjusted the knot of his tie with a grin across his face. When he heard the knob begin to turn, Max straightened his composure in order to not appear to anxious.

The silver-haired boy couldn't help but blush at the sight of the beautiful Ms. Garcia in a skimpy pink nightgown, but there were much more pressing matters at hand.

"Hello, my beautiful Ms. Garcia," Maxwell said with a light air of charm in his voice. He pushed the bouquet of roses into the teacher's chest as he took a step into the doorframe. "What is wrong? Do you not remember your silver-haired student that you so righteously schooled?" he questioned as he gave a mildly devilish grin while pushing himself forward evermore.

Ms Garcia widened her eyes at that statement. Now she remembered: Max was the wrestler in the match she stopped, in her first appaerance in AFW, at the small Tension arena. He was so dirty from the match with that huge girl that she hadn't reconized him. But now she clearly remembered.

"Oh, you're the kid that I saved from that Tension match, huh?" she said, letting out a little devilsh laugh.

"What's all this for?" she continued, looking his fancy outfit up and down, as well as the bouquet. "Do you want to take me on a date, as a 'thank you'?"

Maxwell made sure to press his way into Ms. Garcia's place of residence. A twinkle in his eye seemed to appear once he saw that the target of his revenge had recognized him finally. However, once she spoke, Max's twinkle soon dimmed. "Saved? Thank you? That's a lot of nerve coming from somebody that thinks she's won after a few cheap shots," he spat back at the teacher.

He pushed the bouquet forward to Ms. Garcia's ample cleavage. "As for the date...if that's what you want to call it, then sure," Maxwell said with a little charm while he cracked a smile. "It's an impromptu date..." his fist clenched as he wanted to just release that anger, "or perhaps you'd rather call it that 'rematch' you mentioned."

As Max began to step in, Ms Garcia stood firmly at the door, looking to see if he would begin to rub against her with a defiant smile on her face. Instead, he would just begin to rub the bouquet against her breasts, what she found deliciously bold of his part... and she decided to play on, taking it on her hands before answering his teasing lines.

"Oh... won? Dearie, how did I won anything if it wasn't even a contest?" she said, letting out a little laugh, before moving inside her place and putting the bouquet over her desk.

"But I have to give you some credit. I watched your fight backstage. You were handling that huge girl pretty nicely...the way you made her squirt..." Gabrielle said, turning back to Max. "But I wonder how would you go against someone more experienced than a 18 years old bimbo, who freaks out when she's touched and groped."

Max wanted nothing more than to really give Ms. Garcia a piece of his mind, but deep down he also wanted to give her a piece of his body. As he waited for the teacher to take the flowers, Maxwell would slowly press himself towards her ever-so-subtly.

Then she threw a bit of a clever remark at him, which he scowled a little at. She wanted a contest? He would give her a contest. As Gabrielle set down the flowers, Max made his way into the room, closing the door behind him, and gave it a look.

Maxwell took the compliment as a big boost to his ego, but soon his eyebrow raised with curiosity. "She was certainly a fun plaything, but she indeed only provided a challenge when she wasn't squirming." He would approach the teacher until there was maybe 2 cm between them. "Is that a proposal...or a challenge?" The smirk on his face was rather large as his eyes looked up and down from Gabrielle's cleavage and back up to her face.