Easy A+

You got nothing
I got tested
And I passed, yes.

– Lana Del Rey, Fucked My Way Up to the Top

. . . .

"Mr. Styles?"

I step inside his dark office at the end of the school day once the bell rings. He had told me to stop by to talk about my grade; he said we had a few things to discuss.

"Yes, please have a seat, Ms. Thomas," he says. He gestures to one of the chairs that are placed in front of the dark wood desk. "Sorry about the mess. Everything's been a little hectic."

His office is just like the rest at Cransley. The walls are a cream color that pairs nicely with the dark hardwood floors. He has a computer on the left corner of the desk, papers are scattered all over the surface rather than being neatly organized in folders, and a can of pens and pencils have tipped over off to the right. 

He runs a hand through his gelled dark hair, then scratches the back of his neck. He looks up from the paper he was scoring, and I look down to see a big, red 'D' marked in the top margin of the paper someone wrote.

"What did you want to see me about?" I ask casually, crossing my right leg over my left, and smooth my hands over my skirt. I hate the uniforms we have to wear.

"Over the past month, I've noticed your grade slipping significantly. You've been a very prominent, studious student in my classes, and I was just wondering what's going on?"

I shrug slightly, answering with, "I don't know. I've just been losing focus, I guess."

"Is there anything you want to talk about? Anything you say will be confidential."

This is the most he and I have ever spoken to one another. I'm not the most talkative, in terms of my teachers. I'm more of a 'get my work done and go' type of student rather than getting to know the educators and faculty.

"No," I answer simply, despite various factors weighing down on me at the moment that I just don't want to get into.

"Are you sure?" he persists. "I'd hate to see you fail my class. You started out really well, and then your grades started slipping. You started failing your tests. Your papers aren't as researched as they once were... This is your last year here. I want you to finish with high marks."

"I do too," I say, starting to feel the stress of my poor grade weigh down on my shoulders. "What do you think I should do?"

He leans back in his seat and crosses his right leg over the other with his right ankle on the other knee.

"Well, it's only December, so you still have time to bring it up, but clearly, the work is only going to get more strenuous as time goes on."

"I guess I have been struggling with this class lately."

He pulls his lips inward, his dimples popping in his cheeks. Momentarily, his tongue wets his lips and he taps right-hand fingers against the edge of his desk.

"Let's make a deal," he finally says.

"What's the deal?"

"You're failing, according to my standards of passing and failing. You have a D in this class, and if you give me what I want, I'll help with raising your grade."

He folds his arms over his chest that's being covered up by a white button-up shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

"What do you want?" I ask timidly, afraid and anxious as to where this is going.

"Sex."

. . . .

Important:

My story was deleted by WP today, January 29th, 2021. Luckily, all the chapters were still on my iPad and I could copy and paste them into my Notes. All of my chapters are safe, but the worst part of this is that I've had this story since April 18th, 2014. I just surpassed 800K and I was so excited to one day reach 1 million reads, which I never would've expected. Both you (the reader) and I have watched my writing grow over the years, and to have it deleted without warning was heartbreaking to me.

Of course, there are far more things going on in the world, but for me, this story was and still is my world. I have thought about it every day for the past (nearly) seven years. I have loved reading comments over the years and seeing your reactions to the storyline.

. . . .

I wrote this when I was 14 back in 2014. I had no idea what life is really like and it definitely shows in my writing. I am currently editing the story as I re-upload. There will be some differences, but the overall plotlines of the story will be the same.

— From 2014:

I'm extremely excited about this! I attempted a Student/Teacher fanfic before but it didn't work out well, so, here's Easy A+. I hope you like it as much as I will enjoy writing it.

— This is all a work of fiction. Everything is straight from my mind, so please do not copy my ideas. I, as well as a lot of other authors on Wattpad, have come up with ideas and we don't want them stolen. I've had my ideas stolen before, and it's not fun. Besides, you wouldn't want that happening to you, would you?