Gracie Freaking Hall

Sydney

Waking up to my husband's hard-on pressed against my ass was something I never got used to, even after 3 years of marriage. I could feel him fidget a bit as his hand cupped the underside of my supple boob, his gold ring feeling cold against my warm skin. Three years had gone by and his touch always made me feel like the first time he had ever lightly grazed my skin. His laugh always rumbled through his whole chest and those eyes that stared at me took me back to when they first ever landed on me. I had a million reasons to hate him, but I had a million and one reasons to love him. I chose to focus on the million and one reason, love.

Sydney was a player, a fact she never hid because why would she? She owned up to it, shooting down guys or breaking their hearts in between her busy schedule. Sometimes she took out her little black book as we sat next to each other in our world history class. The desks all pointed toward the front, giving us room from each other, but still close enough to talk. "I have to break up with Bobby today on my way to maths because like, that's the only time I can." She was sitting on top of her desk which allowed her small smirk to rise a bit and barely cover her ass. She wore a white long-sleeve shirt with a black bowtie in the center and her hair was up in a tight ponytail Arianna Grande would be proud of. She takes out her small mirror and reapplies her lip gloss, a true image of beauty. "Wait- shoot," she pouts and puts down her lip gloss a bit, "I actually have to see the concealer first. Ugh, so annoying." She rolls her eyes before smacking her lips and smiling at her reflection. "Wait- Omg, Gracy-"

I already knew where this was headed so I instantly shook my head, "no Syd. I'm not going to break up with him for you."

"Pleaseeee," she drags it out while clutching my arm, "I didn't even mean to get into a relationship with him. It totally happened by accident. So it's not technically a breakup." I gave her a blank stare that said "are you serious right now." She sighs and holds up one finger, "Gracy, I promise just this once."

"Fine," I sigh in defeat as she squeals.

"Omg, thanks. You're the best babes," she then holds up a heart and with a scrunch-up nose says, "love you."

I can't help but roll my eyes at her dramaticness and say, "love ya too."

Just then the door opens and in saunters our new history teacher. He had short hair to the side, wearing a suit, and carrying a briefcase. He looked to be in his late 20s but very handsome as he smiled at all of us. "Hello everyone, my name is Mathew Roman and I am your new world history teacher." He scans us all before his eyes land on the girl who is looking at him as if she would eat him alive if he gave her a chance. Which I had no doubt she would try. Sure enough, Sydney gives him a wide smile as she bites her lip seductively before allowing her eyes to travel down his form slowly before innocently lifting them back up to meet his dark blue ones looking intently at her.

As if it was barely dawning on him that he was a teacher in a room full of entranced students, mostly the girls, watching him, Mr. Roman licked his lips before clearing his throat and stepping behind his desk. We watch as he ruffles through papers before looking up at us, his eyes instantly connecting once again with Sydney who is now biting the end tip of her pen. He averts his gaze and speaks again, "since it's my first day here I will let you guys work in pairs while reading and answering the worksheet," he holds up the stack of papers in his hands, "any volunteers to pass it out." Before anyone else can stand up, Sydney is already standing in front of him giving him her best innocent doe eyes and holding out one hand to accept the papers he was clutching. He puts them in her hands and asks, "and who might you?"

"Your," she whispers with a sly smile before giggling and saying, "Sydney."

He gives her a small smile and a nod before pointing at the class, "well, Sydney, please pass out those papers for me."