Society 8.
Chapter 2.
I'm out of your league, baby I'm out of your league baby, baby, cause I'm ballin'.
"If you multiply x+x times y-3, what do you get?"
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"What do you get....Ms. Santanna?"
"Huh, huh? Yeah right right right right." I was being awoken from my nap, I didn't get any sleep at all last night. My thoughts were everywhere and I had a banging headache.
"See me after class, please."
Ugh, I mentally sighed.
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"Ms. Santanna, what's gotten into you today? I've never seen you like this." My professor Mrs.Tailor questioned.
"Uh-nothing nothing. I'm fine, fine. Just a little sleepy that's all." She stared deep into my soul, I couldn't tell if she believed me or not but honestly I didn't care, I was just tired.
"Mhm--"
"Look Mrs.Tailor if you're gonna write me up or send me to detention, do so cause you're wasting my time with all the bullshit." It's amazing how we're in college, grown as fuck and still have to be punished with petty little shit like detention and suspension. Ain't that 'bout a bitch?
She looked taken back a bit, "Ms.Santanna you have no right to talk to me like that, I am an adult!"
"So am I what's your point?" I laughed sarcastically, taking a few moments to admire her looks, the little things.
"Wait here."
She walked out of the room leaving me alone in the classroom.
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It's been 20 freaking minutes how much time does one woman need to powder her fucking nose? I grew tired of waiting and stood up from where I was sitting grabbing my backpack and phone getting up proceeding to walk out the door.
I was cut short from my actions when a tall stud walked through the door.
"Mrs.Tailor isn't here, she'll be right back." I informed her.
"You idiot, it's me."
"Mrs.Tailor!?"
"The one and only."
This bitch, from going to a tight fitted red dress, fish net stockings, nude pumps, red lipstick, and a big sock bun on her head...to an adidas jumpsuit, the white and black adidas, with her hair in a low ponytail..I was completely shocked! This bitch did a whole 360 on me!
"What the— but how did you—I fucked— you're a completely different person outside of school!" I yelled, taking her back a bit.
"No, I'm the same person...just in different clothes." Well that's sorta true, even in feminine clothes Mrs.Tailor always had a masculine touch, a masculine attitude to her.
"Hm, whatever. Is there something you need? I have somewhere to be." I asked uninterested.
"I miss you Ice." She spoke seductively. Sigh, yes I've fucked around with Mrs.Tailor in the past. Freshman year and sophomore year. But that's before I knew she was a whole stud!
