"Hello class. I'm going to be your Math teacher for the year." No. It couldn't be. "My name is Mr. Hemmings." And it is. "Now first let me take attendance and then I'll explain what we're going to be learning this year," he told and then started listing names. "Veronica Albert." "Kyle Berton." "Chris Byon." "Jessica Crum." "Elise Davis." After he said my name he looked up. I couldn't trust my voice to say here so I just stupidly made eye contact with him. Oh shit. That was the worst decision of my life. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

"Let's see..." He drifted off in thought for a moment. A wide, evil smirk spreads across his face, making me feel nauseous. "Embarrassment, shame, humiliation... and of course, there's also the fact you could get expelled." My eyes widen and my mouth fell open. "Wh-what?" I stammered, staring at him in shock, "Are you blackmailing me?" "Blackmail is such a strong word," His smirk widens, "I prefer the term... equal benefits." He winked as he added, "Sugar lips." ~~~ Meet Chase Chandler: known as the most popular, 'charming,' star quarterback and the football teams praised captain. Or as I like to call him, the biggest arrogant, self-centered, blackmailing jerk in all of history. And he has a picture of me, holding men's underwear, in the boys locker room. * {Highest Rank: #17 (7/7/17)}

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