azalea's pov:
"may i please use the restroom?" i ask, my leg bouncing under the table.
i need to go now, he'll get mad if i don't.
the teacher nodded and i shot up.
i walk down the hallway,my crop top feeling tight, and my skirt riding up my thigh.
but it's okay.
he always loved short skirts, said it made me look prettier.
he likes it ; he likes me.
i enter the bathroom his body facing away, till it's not.
his eyes don't look at my face, just my body.
"beautiful" he said, his hands going under.
i smiled. he thinks i'm beautiful
