Strung

Panty Raid

Gym Class
2:00 pm

Everyone's eager to leave class today, it looks like everyone has something exciting to do. I know I do. I'm planning on asking everyone on campus about Mr. Burton's behavior in order to report him and get that fucker fired. I was sitting all the way at the top of the bleachers while everyone was bunched up and shortly after changing out of our P.E clothes.

"Petra, Stay after class! All you feckless maggots! Hurry up and get out of here, Smith!! That goes for you too, Hopkins!" *what the hell does he want?*

I walked to Mr. Burton with my arms crossed and a sour expression. As an attempt to not make eye contact with this creep, I ended up starting at the bulge that is violently fighting its way out of his tight shorts. What the fuck? He's not even wearing any underwear, it's just growing free down there. Fucking disgusting. "What do you need?"

"Crabblesnitch told me about that incident with you and the jocks and how you got a referral for that fight." He's right. After my talk with Crabblesnitch, I got blamed for the fight. "Yeah, so what? Do you need anything or are you trying to rub it in my face?" He grinned at me as he rubbed the bulge resting in his shorts, I scrunched up my face in disgust and sighed. Don't tell me. Anything but that.

"You want that referral off your record, don't you?" He leaned forward and whispered. I backed away into a nearby wall and nodded. "I have to do the girl's laundry, make it easier for me, and give me your panties." I twitched. The hell? Sick fucker. How isn't he in trouble for this? Don't they have cameras? And Dr. Crabblesnitch says I assaulted this guy? Oh hell nah!!

Burton came closer and pressed his hand on the wall, getting cornered by another pervert. I'd rather let Gary take advantage of me instead of this fucker. At least I find him likable than this fucktard. Hell, I wouldn't call it harassment with Gary.

"Back off you sick creep!" Burton turned back to the door. Speaking in terms of Gary. He and Jimmy were right at the door this whole time.  I kicked Burton in the balls and dashed out the door. "Thanks, guys!" Wait, what if he gets me in trouble again? Fuck. Well, what does it matter, I didn't get attacked by my perv teacher. That's better than getting a good grade for allowing it to happen.

An Hour Later
Boy's Dorm

"I'm relieved you both didn't listen to that fucker. I can't imagine what would've happened if you did help me." I'm in Jimmy's room finishing up my classwork from Mr. Hattrick's class. "It takes a lot to bust and fire a teacher in this school. So I took a photo for more evidence." Gary handed me his camera. "You know. Following that fight with the jocks, I was thinking about getting revenge. I don't wanna fire this jackass just yet. I know there could be more girls or boys would've been harassed by that ass clown." I grinned. Gary was rubbing his hands together in a scheming manner, I love his energy! God fucking damn, he's hot!

Jimmy was sitting at his desk, he turned back, snapping his fingers together. "Angie!" The boys chimed. Angie? Is she a nerd too? I find it odd how every clique but the bullies have only one girl. And the non-cliques have about 6 girls. Counting the younger students. "I think I saw her in the common room with Constantinos." That gloomy klepto kid? He snatched my hot pocket from me last week and didn't even eat it. I heard she was getting frisky with the guys in here or at least trying to be less shy around them.

This is all coming together, we can get this fucker canned. I ran out of Jimmy's room and right downstairs to the common room. Constantinos and Angie are talking. I guess I should wait.

23 minutes later

Who the hell takes 20 whole damn minutes to talk about bunnies? Angie and Constantine, of course. "Angie, can we talk? This is I-important...something happened..." I lead Angie outside the dorms to talk. I told Angie the whole thing. "I knew something was fishy when he told you to stay after class." Would this have happened if I were Timothy? "Well, I need you to write a statement or record yourself talking about this issue. We can get that creep fired for the good of this shithole school." Angie laughed. "Quit laughing. I mean it. I'm getting him fired."