All teen characters in this story are of legal age.
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He had driven the entire trip with the windows down letting the morning breeze flow through the car. Gerald McBride was wired and a little disheveled from a night of weirdness that began with sexual strangeness from his wife Jessica ending with her screaming at the top of her lungs for nearly an hour before locking herself in their bathroom. The teacher hadn't slept a wink sitting outside the bathroom door pleading with his wife before reluctantly trudging off to work. There was nothing else he could do knowing that he had no other financial options realizing that he could still be replaced. It wouldn't look good calling off a day after he'd been given half a day due to one troubled student. His head was throbbing and the corners of his eyes stung from lack of sleep. He couldn't get over his wife's demeanor during their encounter reminding him of an inexperienced teenager.
He couldn't reconcile the look on her face after she'd stopped screaming when she realized they were both nude. Gerald watched in horror as Jessica slowly took stock of her body clutching a hand to her chest only to find it dripping with his semen. She'd silently closed the door to the bathroom locking it before weeping on the carpet. He'd already passed the gate noticing the main building was getting closer realizing that he would be attempting to deal with problem students and a full day of work on no sleep. Most pressing on his mind was setting some sort of dominant tone after he'd been humiliated by one Chloe Joy Tobias who'd set the tone upon their initial meeting.
"Oh, you came back Mr. McBride!!" Penny was sitting on the steps leading up to the building and the first thing he noticed were tears in her eyes. Her nose and cheeks were also reddened from some sort of distress.
"Good morning Penny; you didn't really think I'd come back did you?"
"Chloe is just bad to everybody and it takes a lot to deal with her sometimes." That was an understatement if ever he'd heard one. The thought of the student still gave her him violent urges. The redhead seemed to know exactly what buttons to push and it brought a question raised by his wife to the forefront.
"Penny, there's something I need to know and I want you to be honest with me."
"Yes sir, but why would I lie?"
"Did you somehow give my information to Chloe; it seemed like she read my resume and you help Mrs. Thorndyke out, right?"
"You think I helped her Mr. McBride?" The nerdy girl looked offended by his comments quickly looking away while folding her arms across her chest.
"Look Penny; I'm just asking a question."
"Well what do I get out of answering it sir; you are accusing me of doing something bad and I don't appreciate it one bit." She turned to walk away but he reached out grabbing her arm before remembering himself and releasing her.
"Forget I asked Penny, sorry." She hopped up a few stairs before returning with a finger in her mouth.
"It's okay Mr. McBride, I know you're a really nice guy. Could I see a picture of your wife?" He thought it was an odd request but reached into a wallet producing a small photo taken during an ill-advised vacation in the Hamptons. Jessica was standing against the sunset wearing this billowy sundress. She'd been irritated at the tight fit above the waist vowing never to wear it again. He'd kept the picture because her breasts were bulging out of the top; sometimes he used it during alone time. Penny held the tiny picture in both hands like it was a treasure staring intently at it.
"Penny?"
"Sorry, here you go Mr. McBride; she's very pretty sir; what's her name?"
"Jessica, shouldn't you be getting to class?" The nerdy girl flashed a smile that was all teeth before snatching up a satchel bag at her feet.
"Chloe just "knows things" and she likes to play with people all the time. Just act like it never happened because she will keep pushing if you don't. I did not give her anything sir and can we still be friends anyway?" She slung the bag across her shoulder waiting for an answer.
"Sure Penny, run along." It was hard to believe she was eighteen watching her half-skip off to class but he felt her advice was sound.
The corridor leading back to his classroom seemed somewhat darker than before and he noticed similar classrooms with shut doors wondering what was going on behind them with other students. It dawned on Gerald that he hadn't met any of the other faculty or students during his first day at Havenhurst. He stopped in front of one of the other classrooms with the intent of peering into the small window kept shut.
"Not a good idea!" He found an older man staring at him with a disparaging expression noticing that he was pushing a cart full of books.
"Just curious, sorry."
"Well it's rude to disturb another teacher's class and a shade disrespectful if you ask me." He was a thin frail man who appeared to be in his early sixties with a smattering of grey hair on his balding head and thick glasses on his somewhat crooked nose. He was wearing a drab, long sleeved shirt, and some skinny jeans with some penny loafers on his feet. Gerald noticed a slight tremble running through his body which suggested frailty and wondered why he was still working.
"Gerald McBride, nice to meet you." He offered his hand but it went unshaken by the other man.
"Must be new here, what class are you teaching?" The older man rubbed a finger under his nose before scratching the thinning hair at the back of his head.
"General studies, I've been given seven homeroom students although one seemed to be missing the other day."
"Is there a fat redhead in your class?" The image of Chloe instantly popped into his head making him wonder what this rude curmudgeon thought of the problem student.
"Why yes, I wouldn't exactly call her "fat" sir, kind of rude don't you think?"
"She's a bitch and you know you wanted to slap the taste outta her mouth the moment she opened her trap; don't shit me buddy. Still though, she's got some huge titties with these like, fatty nipples." His hands were in front of his body as if he were cupping the undersides of breasts.
"Excuse me sir." Gerald hurried away from the man intent on reporting him later.
"Fuck you." He stopped in his tracks looking back at the older man who continued on his way mumbling to himself.
He stared until the man pushed his cart around the corner at the end of the hallway before a commotion in his class drew his attention. Penny's thick glasses slid across the floor stopping at his feet as he looked up to find Chloe and Shoko standing in front of the weeping girl. The other girls remained in their seats.
