Secret Sin

The Introduction

Marissa's P.O.V.

She's so beautiful. She started doing attendants I'm not really paying attent- "Marissa Klein!" she said a little strong I gave her this look like 'excuse me?!' to see how she would respond her tone lightened a little like she just realized who she was calling "I've been calling you" some of the other kids snickered "well I'm here" I don't think she liked the way I responded but she didn't say anything and continued.

"All right class..." I started to zone out and was just watching her god look at her boobs there enormous for how skinny she is god I just want to pull her down by her hair and tie her up I begin to bite my lip I think she notices but I do care.

"so...um oh yeah will be starting this project starting Wednesday so come prepared to sketch" shit! Already I missed what the project was I guess I'll have to ask after class I don't have a third period, so this is my last class to day so its whatever then I can find out our dynamic. The bell rang for the brake period everyone left I stayed and pretended to take a while to pack up. I then walk up to her she sat in her chair I saw she was wearing flats, but she looks like she's 5'8" about wow!

"Hi Ms. Jones um I kind of missed what the project was could you explain it to me again" "Ms. Klein you looked like you we're paying attention were you ignoring me was I boring you?" she said that so firm and with a hint of disappointment, but she also was like avoiding eye contact with me.

I replay with more... dominance. "First I'm having an off day second I only mist what the project was I got everything else." I look at her name tag after I started she looked right up and met my eyes "Ms. Pamela Jones!" she looked shocked "um... I'm sorry your having a difficult day do you want to talk about it maybe I can help?" She spoke like I'm sorry is okay t-to ask what's up. "Um... yeah maybe" I pulled up a chair and we sat in silence for a little while then I told her about how I dated the Devil and how she had broken up with me in the lunch room with everyone watching and laughing and judging just because I did something she didn't like and how my ex-boyfriend is now dating her and about all the kids that pick on me and what for my sexuality and my ex-boyfriend and how no one ever does anything. I really opened up to her except for sex part about everything and I have no idea why I've never done that with anyone except a little bit with my mom I don't normally like to feel venerable.

Pam's P.O.V.

This girl just kept telling me stuff about her life I wasn't excepting this, but I liked it even though I would never Amit it, but I do like how she is like trying to put me in my place.

"I know how you feel I'm a lesbian and I have been longer than you've been pan." I think I'll leave out the part about being trans for now.

"how did you deal with all the negatively." "Well I really didn't not well I told my parents when I was 16 and they sent me to live with my aunt who was also an outsider people at school already knew and teased me but if it wasn't for my ex-girlfriend let's just say I wouldn't be here teaching y'all." "Wow god that's crazy I can't believe your own family kicked you out for that." "Well there was actually a little more to it but yeah." I feel bad that I couldn't help her I still have a little trouble with people teasing me about my gender and with my parents too I don't even really see them anymore I do miss them a little though even though there really hurtful I still love them there my parents after all and they have been getting a little better a little kinder.

"Hay you know you can come to me with anything right and next time those kids mess with you come to me." I assured her "yes thank Ms. Pamela Jones." I get a little irritated "I'm going to need you to stop calling me that you need to call me Ms. Jones and I go by pam." I kind of wanted her to call me by my first name anyways
"there's no one around I'll call you whatever I like?!" The bell rang right on that last part "what did you say?" she quickly responded, "nothing I got to go this was my last class for today."

I wish she would stay "Oh... alright hope the rest of your day is better." she gives me this thankful smile and leaves lunch passes and all I can do is think about her. The kids for my next class start to filter in but I'm now totally mentally unable to teach I just can't get her out of my head oh shit I didn't get to explain the project to her hm... Oh well I guess she'll just have to figure it out on Wednesday. I continued to tell the students what's going down on Wednesday halfheartedly. I went home thinking about her still I don't understand why I can't get her out of my thoughts she was the last thing I was thinking about that day I laid down to sleep.