n i n e t e e n

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by portialin

by portialin

n i n e t e e n

"dude. i left my books in ms. sanders' classroom." joanne cursed as she rifled through her backpack.

"oh, jeez, i'm not coming with you to get them, she's got a huge stick up her ass." heather shook her head. "sorry, babe, you're on your own."

"you're such a good friend." joanne huffed before turning and jogging off to the classroom without waiting for a reply.

when she got to the door, she took a deep breath and prepared to knock, feeling mildly creeped out when she heard saucy music coming from behind the door. she knocked and got no answer.

gulping, she pushed the door open and peered in to look for her teacher, only to be scarred for life by the sight before her.

the music was coming from speakers beside the teacher's desk, the shades were drawn and there was clothes discarded by the table. on said table was her maths teacher and a familiar blonde.

lark's head was between ms. sanders' legs working at it hard while her maths teacher gripped the desk.

joanne dropped her bag, yelped, scooped it back up again and bolted out the door.