"Since everyone here is caught up on your assignments, I hope you will do them well. Especially you Mr Stones." said Mr Anderson, peering his glasses towards Rick. The school bell rang soon after. "Alright. If you have any questions about it, feel free to ask me during 4th and 6th period. Class's dismissed." Everyone hurriedly gathered their stuff and left. I on the other hand, lingered a while longer, taking my time to pack my things. I have a few questions regarding the assignment anyway.
I made my way to Mr Anderson, reciting my questions over and over again in my head. He was just about done packing his stuff as well when I arrived at his desk. "Um..Mr Sanders?"
He look up towards me and smiled. "Yes Alexa? What can I help you with?" I stood there an awkward second too long before finally processing his words. "It's about the assignment you gave. I don't seem to understand this part." I said, putting the paper down, reading it. "1. Research, disect and understand the meaning, in your own understanding and words, of the artwork. Like, are we allowed to use metaphores and such?"
He took off his glasses and placed them on the desk, folding his hands together, thinking for a moment. " Well, to put it simply, yes. Let's say you were to study Sandro Botticelli's 'The Birth of Venus' for the assignment. Academically you would put it, 'Venus has two aspects: she was an earthly goddess who aroused humans to physical love...;' He inched closer to me, his fingers, intertwining with mine, "...or she was a heavenly goddess who inspired intellectual love in them." I could feel my heart beating faster as my cheeks turned red.
I took a step back, embarrassed. "Mr Anderson..we shouldn't. At least not here. What if someone sees us?" He pulled me closer. "Alexa, what did I say? If it's just the two of us, you're permitted to say my first name." he whispered, pulling me onto his lap. "Ch-chris. Please."
I don't want to be caught. I don't want to lose this part of my life. Everyone will call me names.
"It's alright. No one's here at this hour anyway. Trust me, I know. I've stayed back many times before." His arm snakes around my waist, feeling my curves up and down. "You're a lot like Venus, Alexa. Of course, minus the blue hair and violet eyes. But those qualities just make you all the more enticing-" His lips met mine, and I responded on impulse, only to pull away when I felt his hand going under my skirt. "Chris..we shouldn't. I've got work in an hour." He kisses me again, his hand gently massaging my thigh, while the other pulled me closer to him.
"Answer me this, if you answer correctly, I'll let you go and I'll visit you later tonight. Wrong, and we have one right here," he said in between kisses. I nod. "Alright then," and began to trail kisses from my lips to my neck. "Recite the hymn that inspired 'The Birth of Venus' painting." he said.
I pulled away, wrapping my hands around his neck, staring into his eyes. I smiled;
"Of august gold-wreathed and beautiful
I shall sing to whose domain
belong the battlements of all sea-loved
Cyprus where, blown by the moist breath
of Zephyros, she was carried over
the waves of the resounding sea on soft foam.
The gold-filleted Horae happily welcomed
her and clothed her with heavenly raiment."
"Am I right?" I smirked at him. He nodded. "Bewilders me why I even bother asking you. You are my top student. A deal's a deal. Tonight then? I'll be there at 8pm." I got off his lap and gathered my things. "Okay. The usual price?" "You know it." "Alright. See you tonight Chris." And I walked out.
The whole thing sleeping with the teachers was only because I saw them at the place a few times and we made a deal. So as long as they didn't tell on me, I wouldn't tell on them. Of course, payment was paid in sexual favours on my part. Theirs was just to act like normal in school and wouldn't treat me differently. I know what you may be thinking, but the teachers that I slept with in high school were the fresh grads. Fresh from getting a teaching degree.
As I've said before, working where I lived has its risks. The main one which I feared the most was getting found out by my peers. Or anyone from school in that matter. It just so happened that night when Mr Anderson promised to came by, which he didn't, was the start of all the bullying and what not.
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Everything About Me
Fanfiction"Sometimes, you gotta play the game than be played. And the fact that I had to learn it in a way not many can understand, might be the greatest joke of all time. Still, I hope you understand and know my story." - Alexa
