Seducing Mr. Kourke

Chapter 9

It's been a week and a half since I have been preparing for my next step. After my shell shocking performance, a week has subsided and the day has come again. Tuesday's with Mr. Kourke has just gotten a whole lot sweeter.

Step 4- something that should be a right breeze.

Kailey had done some intensive research. Google and shit.

Apparently- the dominant male appreciates the female acting helpful and organised around the house - in this case - the History classroom. They love it when the female is observant and keep things in place. Easy. Fucking organisation comes easily to me. Now I just need to show Mr. Kourke that I am capable of both of this. I just need to be helpful during class and when he is teaching. This is going to be a breeze. An absolute breeze.

I went swiftly inside my high school and made my way to my locker, but I made a stop at the ladies bathroom to urinate.

I urinated and flushed the black fluid down the toilet. I then stepped out of the cubicle and checked myself in the gigantic mirrors St Immaho has provided for the students; and stared at myself in utter vain.

Somehow my skin has gotten more malnourished and green and I could notice the eczema around my eyeballs has progressed as I stared into my red eyes. My tongue slid forward as I looked at my blonde dehydrated hair with pride. I added toile water to my cracked lips and pouted them with new profound confidence. I am going to nail this- Step 4.

But my confidence then poured down the sink as I turned to my left to see the devil itself Givy - May Sommore next to me. She pouted at the same time as me but when clocking eyes her pupils turned a disgusting yellowish tinge.

"Nora Pickett," she spat.

"Givy - May," I said with free spirit.

She grimaced with disdain. I grinned with smugness. I know what makes her tick. Oh this bitch doesn't know what I can do.

You see me and Sommore have something you can call a...history. Our hate was immediate from the beginning - from when I first met her. But it was something would've called 'mild'. Now the hate has progressed into something more vile and noticeable. We try to get out of each other's way as possible; but her yellow eyes always seem to meet me one way or another.

"I heard about the little stunt you pulled with the fire alarm," she stated slyly. "What were you thinking?"

I don't need to answer to this hoe. She's just jealous because she can't succeed like I do. The bitch is destined for destruction. Taking my silence for an answer, Givy - May sighed.

"I don't understand why you didn't do it for me."

Oh, here we go.

The story that has haunted me for the past few years. The story that makes me cringe. The story of our disgust. The story of our hate. I shivered with animosity. How can she bring this up right now? When I am in the middle of serious preparation for an important assignment. Doesn't Givy - May comprehend the significance of this?

Apparently not, because she goes on about it.

"You knew how I felt about you. I went through blood, sweat and tears for you- you know that! Yet- yet, you choose to ignore me. Ridicule me. Downgrade me. Do you know how that makes me feel?

I flicked my disgusting hair out of my shrunken eyes. Doesn't this girl get the picture?

So, how do I put this nicely...

"Listen Givy - May. I don't know how to put this lightly but I just don't like you. Simple as. You need to except that and move the fuck on."

I saw urine appear from her eyes. Oh oh here we go with the piss falls.