How to Get Caught Sleeping With Your Teacher

Chapter 8 - Angelia

The hallway was quiet, but not silent. The buzzing from the fluorescent loomed over me as I waited for Gillian to speak. He followed me into the dead of the corridor and shut the door behind him. He gestured a firm hand out in front of him, signaling to move away from the door some to prevent wandering ears and I did so cautiously.

I stood there, arms folded waiting for him to chastise me for something I apparently did wrong. He had a cold and stern look on his face, or at least he tried to. Behind his eyes flashed an indelible anxious glare. 

He said not a word, but simply reached into his pocket to pull out a familiar slip of white paper. He hastily handed it to me, as if the slip of paper had been infected. I returned him a dazed and tense look, but his eyes flashed down at the paper beckoning me to read it.

I unfolded the softened paper, to find dull, penciled writing scrawled across it.  I adjusted my eyes to read the messy handwriting, and assumed Gillian was the one who wrote it.

how much u charge for a bj?

I read the offensive question and wanted to scream. I looked up at Gillian with horror and befuddlement plastered on my face. He continued to look at me, without saying anything.

I sighed and began to speak. "You're kidding right? Do you know how very illegal this is? Look, I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, or who the hell you think you are, but i'm definitely not the type to give my teacher a blowjob for money. If your looking for someone to do that kind of thing, you may want to try the girls on the field hockey team. They're unquestionably--" I started but was cut off by Gillian. Sarcasm invaded my voice through the last part, but it was an angry sarcasm.

"No, stop, please. I don't, I didn't, no. I didn't write that. I'm sorry, I should have clarified myself." He responded, causing my cheeks to shift a brilliant scarlet. 

"I'm so, so, sorry." I admitted, sheepishly looking down. 

"No, please, don't be embarrassed. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He said, leaning down to meet my eyes and I tilted my head back up at him. "It's my fault, I realize how that looked." He added. "Anyway, these are the notes I've been picking up off your desk the past few days." He said, pulling three more out of his pocket and handing them to me. I read them in my head, not daring to read them out loud because of their vulgarity. I felt myself blushing slightly, and I tried to control it, which only made it intensify. 

"Is something going on? I hope you have some kind of explanation for this, because otherwise, I'm sorry but it's something I'm required to report." He questioned.

My head was hot, but the rest of my body icy. I thought for a minute, but quickly discovered that Chad had ostensibly started telling people I'd do stuff to guys for money. There was no other explanation for the running theme of these notes. I wanted to rip my own eyes out after reading the notes, after realizing that strangers, people I didn't know any more than a man on the street, were thinking of me this way. I'd never been a promiscuous person and didn't on becoming one anytime soon, but Chad was reaped me of that with this rumor.  He'd turned me into a horribly appalling version of myself to everyone's judgement. This was a time I needed Lucia fiercely, but she had already gone home early that day dealing with her family.

My entire abdomen sung a shrill and violent song with it's symphony of cramping and waves of nausea, an all too familiar sensation. My saliva churned into a thick and warm molasses, but my throat felt like I was an inhabitant of the Gobi desert. 

"Nikita?" Gillian asked worriedly, once again trying to meet my eyes, by which now I'd lost control over. They were shakily  twirling about, dancing a swift ballet about the hall. The buzzing of the lights had penetrated my skull, now ringing heavily around my brain. I reached out a shaky hand to Mr. Gillian's forearm to instinctively balance myself. Once he took note of my impending dizziness, he reached out a second forearm and grabbed my hand to further balance. "Nikita, are you alright?" He asked again, I still without an answer.