There was always that time where you found at least one of your teachers attractive. My parents sent me to a boot camp to "straighten me out." I wasn't acting out of line or anything, I was a diehard introvert. I hated being outside of the house, let alone my room. The campus was huge, bigger than expected. We were sectioned off according to last names. I sat in my room reading the paper regarding our schedule. "Ms.Hamilton.......sounds like I'm going to hate this," I said, lying back on my bed. After twenty minutes of moving in, everyone from my section was called for an assembly.
In the meeting hall, we all sat in rows, patiently waiting to meet our chief. "Children...you've all been enrolled in the very best camp for helping troubled young men and women like yourselves. Coming to speak with you now is your chief...Ms.Hamilton," co founder, Mike Emison said. She walked on stage covered in her uniform. Removing her shades, I furrowed my eyebrows. She was absolutely.......gorgeous. The immature boys began laughing and nudging each other.
"Hello, it's nice to see all of your lovely faces. Nothing excites me more than getting new students to nurture and mold," she started, smiling widely. "In my section we'll start off by getting to know each other because i'd hate for anyone to feel alone and or left out. I'm all about teamwork and having fun together," she said. Usually I'd be ecstatic about getting something easy but I wasn't too sure the sweet tone she spoke in was legitimate.
She finished by saying she couldn't wait to teach and spend quality time with us. On my walk back to our section some boys had a full blown conversation about how they'd like to triple team her. "The three of you are so fucked up," I said. They all looked at me. "You really think she'd sleep with three acne prone, perverted little shits who got sent away by their parents for being an irritation?" I laughed. They mocked me, saying I was jealous. Ignoring their irrelevant remarks I went to my room, falling asleep.
The floor was hard. I rolled out of bed, introducing my face to it. The ear-splitting sound of a whistle rung in my ears. "Everyone up and hit the showers, we've a long day ahead," Ms. Hamilton yelled from the hallway. Grabbing my shower equipment and uniform, I left my room following the line of girls. The three guys from yesterday stood in the hallway, each more tired than the other. "Hit the showers, you heard chief," he said to me. Chief nodded towards him, seemingly filling up his head. I sighed, continuing my journey to showers.
After a semi-decent shower, we ate breakfast. It wasn't homemade but it wasn't school food. Afterwards we stood outside in the sun waiting for our chief. I made small talk with the girl next to me, Laila Dunn. Her parents found out she'd been doing skipping school with her boyfriend to get high so they sent her away. Semi bad alternative if you ask me. Ms. Hamilton showed up a few minutes later.
"Good morning. I hope you all slept well because I'm sure you all will want to go home after today," she smirked. After taking attendance, she walked down the line of children. Looking each and everyone of us in the eyes, she stopped at me. She watched the sweat trickle down my face, probably enjoying my suffering.
"Are you hot?" she asked. Looking straight ahead respectfully I replied. "No ma'am," I said. "I can't hear you!" she yelled in my face. "No ma'am!" I yelled. She walked away, standing in front of everyone."Every day one of you will run a mile. All of you will be chosen once or twice and if I dislike you I'll make sure it's you repeatedly," she said. She pointed at me, my heart dropping to my stomach. "You will start it off," she said.
Sighing I slowly turned around, walking towards the track. By the third lap I couldn't breathe or see. It was scorching hot, my body was in desperate need of water. I found it extremely unfair I was the only one that had to run. Everyone else did basic exercises like jogging in place and push ups.
When the lunch bell ran, I was the last one to get inside. Out of breath, I collapsed in the hallway thankful for the cool air conditioning. Ms.Hamilton walked up to me with a smug grin on her face. "Nice work," she said. "T-Thank y-you," I breathed out. "Get up," she ordered. I scurried to my feet, my legs begging to give away. "Lunch," she said. She patted me on the back roughly before we parted ways.
After lunch we'd to attend a class for academics. The teacher was extremely dramatic. He yelled at us for over ten minutes about how we're headed for failure if we didn't straighten out. He seemed like his own life was in shambles. With his creepy ponytail and his speech impediment, I couldn't take anything he said seriously. Fortunately I was called out of class by the Chief. I walked to Chief's office nervously knocking on the door. "Come," she called out. I walked in shyly, taking a seat in front of her desk. "Your parents are on the phone, they wanted to speak with you," she said
I picked up the phone. "Hi mom," I said. Ms Hamilton watched as we talked. "Well.....I almost died today. It was hot a-and you know I have asthma and my chief forced me to run a mile" I exaggerated. Ms.Hamilton's eyes widened. "Yeah she forced me and only me to run a mile. I know that they promised they'd keep us safe but I don't really think that's their intentions," I smirked. My mother now infuriated, demanded to speak back with the chief.
I laughed handing her the phone.She threatened the school and our Chiefs job, saying she would sue. After she'd hung up, chief stared at me. "Are you seriously trying that tactic? Our policy states were allowed to use whatever type of punishment that isn't life threatening on students for disciplinary measures," she said. "Yes but only if the recipient acts out. Had I? No, so therefore your act of cruel and unusual punishment can be taken as a felony," I replied, leaning across the desk smirking. "Actually if your parents had read the fine print stated in the papers they signed to send your ass here it says any act of cruel and unusual punishment is classified as disciplinary measures," she smirked.
Our faces now inches apart, she laughed. "I bet it doesn't even say that," I said. "So what if it doesn't, your mother won't do a damn thing about it," she smiled. I laughed cockily, unafraid of this now seemingly hot woman. Our smiles fell, our faces inching closer together. Slowly I kissed her,savoring the taste from her lips.
She stopped me, recollecting herself. I had only know her for nearly two days. "Y/N, this shouldn't have happened. I am your authoritative figure, vulnerability is not to be shown at any time towards you. You are to keep this encounter between you and I," she said sternly. I nodded, my head already filling with thoughts about her. "Back to class," she said.
