Short Story

Teachers pet

There was always something erased on the corner.  Words I couldn't see.  Words she wanted me to see.  I pulled open a drawer on the left of me and grabbed a sticky note.  I placed it carefully over the corner of her paper and started to scribble lightly lines and curves began to show up.  Once my pencil fell off the corner of her paper I carefully raised the sticky note.  It read simple words that sent a shiver down my spine. 

I decided to call it a night of grading these papers wondering what she meant.  I showered and brushed my teeth then headed to bed with that note stuck in my head.  I'd be stupid to think that her note was for me. 

The next day I got up at five dressed in black dress pants and a black button up that weren't faded yet.  I put my dress shoes on and got my trench coat on then left my house.  I turned around and locked the door.  Threw me keys up in the air and caught them.  Spun on my heal and unlocked my black BMW.  I turned up the volume for one of my favorite songs nightmare by advenged sevenfold. 

I pulled into the schools teacher parking lot and hopped out.  Locking my car I walked to the north side doors.  I took a quick glance at the sky and realised it's going to rain soon.  Or snow.  It's getting quite chilly reaching the end of November. I got to my classroom to see a few stranglers.  The early birds.  One stood out,  mostly because she's in my class,  and the other because she's the one that gives me notes.  I saved all her papers.  They all have different notes.  Sometimes letters.  I put them together and it spells out the same thing.  Constantly.  I still didn't confront her about it.  She knows I know.  She gave me a sad, hopeless look,  then turned and left. 

She was thin,  too thin.  Looked like a skeleton and she was quite tall, she had quite a rack for how thin she was, guessing about B36-C and she wore baggy black sweaters. I'm guessing she's albino due to her pale complexion and white eyelashes, hair, and eyebrows.  She wore dark jeans that were tight ish on her thighs and calves but got baggy and loose around her ankles and she had her sleevs over her hands. 

Overall not my type to thin and gross looking.  Had potentional to be very cute but she's not. 

I went to class and prepped myself for first hour. Slowly each kid moped in and ploped in random seats.  I caught a few attractive students starring at me.  Curving there backs and popping out there chest.  Might have to reach these girls. They got plump lips and don't know how to use them..

This class flew by and one girl with light brown wavy hair and a crop top and booty shorts came up to me. 

"Hey,  sooo how old are you? " she asked biting her lip popping her hip out. 

"Wellll I am 26, and how old are you? " I asked smirking and leaning back in my chair. 

"Old enough to know how to have fun.. " she said coming around my desk.  She slowly approached me and straddled my lap. 

"What's in it for you? " I asked getting close to her face. 

"A good grade and a sticky situation... Hopefully" she said giving me puppy dog eyes. 

"What grade are you hoping for? " I said making my voice get lower and I leaned in closer to her almost touching her lips. 

"A+ and extra credit for effort" she replied. 

"And what do you plan on doing for final exams? " I said brushing my lips against hers. 

"Maybe I'll have a lot of extra credit" she said smoothly.

I pushed her off me on top the floor hearing her grunt in an unpleasant way. 

"What the hell?!" She shreiked.