Class 1-A [by WRITerotica]

2 - MACY AVIEN

The next day, I came to school feeling tired. I don't know why I feel so tired. I know I had a good night sleep after I finished all of my homework and studied a little, but it seems my sleep wasn't enough. I

The classroom was almost full. Everybody is almost there except for John and Venessa.

I took my seat, placed down my bag, and opened my notes. I am hoping for a pop quiz today, but instead, Mister Ruth came in, the guidance counselor. Everybody stood up and greeted him.

"Thank you. Well, as you know there are issues going around school about some...things happening around here late at night." for a second, his eyes lingered on me. I held my breathe and he continued, glancing away, "Of course, Class 1-A, we do not suspect you since we know you are all great students. But for precaution, we have installed CCTV cameras in every corner of the classrooms.

For a moment, everyone whispered, but it quickly subsided when Mister Ruth cleared his throat, "Now, then. Mister Robinson has quite some things to settle and I am here to replace him, temporarily."

My heart skipped a beat. It feels great to have John inside the classroom, but with Mister Ruth here, too, I felt like in heaven. He started to discuss some things that we haven't tackled yet, and out of the blue, he gave us a pop quiz. 

He passed around the papers and when he stopped next to me, he spoke. "Good luck, Macy." 

*

After an hour, we submitted our papers. I'm crestfallen. I don't know any of those topics. Even though Mister Ruth discussed it with us, I still don't get why it's not the topic we're talking about. Now I am sure that I'll get a failing mark for the very first time. 

"Macy?" he turned to me before he left the room, "Come see me in my office."

Oh dear...

I was excused for our next  class which is Statistics. It'll be hard to catch up on that, but it's hard to ignore Mister Ruth, too, since he looks so serious when he said that. I climbed up to the faculty office and went straight to his office which is at the farthest end of the hall. I knocked twice and I heard his voice, "Come in." 

He was sitting behind his desk, completely indulge on what he is reading. His black hair was so smooth that I wish to touch it. His blue eyes lit up to mine when I closed the door behind me.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" I was clutching the ribbon on my school uniform. We wore a long-sleeved shirt with a matching ribbon for girls and a tie for boys and a black cardigan over it. Our skirts are supposed to be an inch below the knee but some makes it above the knee, for girls, of course. 

"Yes, take a seat, Macy." he gestured a hand to the seat in front of his desk. I took a seat.

"It seems you have failed your test this morning. For the first time, I assume?" his commanding and authoritive voice sent shivers down my spine. I looked at my sweating hands on my lap.

I nodded in defeat.

"Why's that?" he asked. His gaze weighed down on me and I felt self-conscious and at the same time, hot. 

"I--I don't know...sir." I mumbled. I want to cry. I've never failed a test before and it is a bad image for a Class 1-A student to have a failed mark. It's a hurt in my ego. 

Mister Ruth nodded, "I understand, Macy. I understand."

My teary eyes lit up to him, "You do?"

"Yes. And I tell you that I might adjust this failing mark into a passing one." he smiled kindly but there is something else the way he looked at me, my lips, and my chest. I felt heat forming on my cheeks.

"Thank you, sir--"

"On one condition." he grinned.

Oh no...

"W--What is it, sir?"

He stood up, rested his hands on the top of his desk, and leaned closer to me so we're just inches apart. I smelled the scent of his manliness and saw the freckles on his handsome face. "Tell me..." he paused and then smiled, "You were here that night, am I right?" 

All the colors on my face was drained. I looked at him in horror. How did he know? 

He chuckled, "Just as I thought." he rounded his desk and he stood behind me. He rested his big hands on both of my shoulders, "I've always think of you as a responsible, innocent, and smart girl, Macy." His breath touched my nape, making me shiver. 

"Sir, it's--" I stopped and sat there frozen.

"hmmm?" 

I gasped when I felt his tongue trace the curve on my neck, "You were saying?"

"I--I don't know--ah..." his warm tongue felt so good behind my ear. His grip on my shoulder tightened and I squeezed my thighs together. Why is this turning me on? I cleared my throat, hoping to make up a better response but his hands traveled to the ribbon at the middle of my uniform, "Cute." he said. 

"Sir, I'll..." 

He removed his hand from my ribbon and he stood up. I somehow felt disappointed, but there's more.

"I'll make you a deal, Macy." He grabbed my elbows and turned me to face him. I looked up at him in horror and with lust. I want him. But it's wrong. It's dirty. I feel so dirty. 

"What is it, sir?"

He leaned down to me, leaving an inch between our faces, "I want you to record yourself...masturbating, and give it to me this evening and I will raise that grade of yours, understood?" 

I stared at him in horror. 

"What?" my voice croaked.

Mister Ruth smiled, "Oh, don't worry. There's more."