*this story is purely fiction - intended for 18+*
- all intimate parties are 18 years & older -
I've never given much thought about my grades, I have more important things to focus on in my life. Like the trip to the Bahamas I'm leaving for in three days... a gift given to me when i turned eighteen a month ago... I'm caught in a daydream of sun, sand & my boyfriend rubbing sunscreen all over my body, when I'm rudely interrupted by a kick to my leg.
"Ow!" I glare at my best friend Ruby who just knocked me out of the perfect dream.
She's unapologetic as she says, "Pay attention, Ms Simmons is calling on students for answers!"
I roll my eyes and brush my blonde hair out of my face. I don't care what Ms Simmons is doing but I know Ruby does. She received a scholarship to our prestigious all girls academy and takes her grades very seriously for fear of failure. I respect that, but it's not something I needed to worry about. My parents donate a huge portion of funds to keep this school running, plus my mom and older sister are alumni.
While my parents aren't particularly involved in my life, especially since they know I can't be controlled the way they control my sister, they made me promise one thing: graduate with honours. No matter what it takes.
I've never been one to follow rules or ethics, I don't really care about much - except the plans I made with Josh after I graduate. That's the only thing my parents had to hang over my head and the only way I agreed to their promise.
So here I am simply riding out my last semester of senior year until I graduate and can take off with my boyfriend Josh and his band as they tour the country.
"Sutton?"
I jerk my head up at the call of my name, my pencil's eraser on the tip of my lip. I was drifting off again, English class is so boring I can hardly stand to pay attention.
"Yeah?" I look into the cold eyes of our English teacher, Ms Simmons. She's a cunt. Straight up. She's never liked me, never even gave me a chance. She's also the only teacher I couldn't persuade to give me above average grades without doing any heavy lifting. The rest were easy, money talks...
"What do you think Julius Caesar meant when he said, 'Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.'" She smiles sweetly and almost deadly because she knows I have no fucking idea.
She's trying to embarrass me. Too bad for her, I really couldn't care less about Shakespeare or her fucking class, "Obviously he was onto something because I've died every time I have to sit through your lectures."
Silence.
I was met with utter silence as my peers wide eyes looked directly at me, shocked written across their faces. No one talks like that to our teachers. This school is built on respect, so much so that they even have a uniform policy so that no one looks out of place.
I shrug and lean back in my seat, no one else has the balls to say what we were all thinking anyways.
Ruby's hand shoots straight into the air and I can tell by her face that she is appalled at my answer.
Ms Simmons is calm and collected, barely acknowledging my brutal words, she simply says, "See me after class, Sutton."
She nods at Ruby, and Ruby gives her have the answer she was looking for.
The rest of the class is hell. I'm too busy thinking about what a mess I've caused for myself. I couldn't hold my tongue back but now I've most likely ruined all my chances of even getting a passing grade in this class -- which I need.
Why couldn't I just suck up to her!
Simmons allows the rest of the class a silent work period at our desks as she begins writing a new assignment on the white board. I stare at her, unashamedly since her back is turned to the class. She wears the most hideous outfits. The students are required to wear uniforms but the staff aren't so I can't comprehend why she would choose to wear what she does.
Her long flowing skirt is made up of a floral pattern that my grandma would likely wear, at least she belted it with a tucked in camisole but she completely ruined it by adding a chunky cardigan over top. I wish I could give the woman fashion advice. She wasn't that much older than me, 26 perhaps? The youngest faculty member the academy currently has.
Her clothes are pretty much the only problem considering if she dressed decently she'd probably be a knockout. If I was in the makeover business I'd definitely approach her because her long brown hair has natural highlights but she keeps it tucked in a braid everyday.
I sit there judging all her flaws but I can't help the intrusive thought that pops into my head when she bends over to pick her pen off the ground... her ass is perfect, so round and not too big but definitely not small -- i certainly wouldn't be covering it with layers upon layers if I had a butt like that.
She stands, turning and locking eyes with me, her eyebrows raised slightly as she knows she caught me staring. I'm too much of an asshole to pretend I wasn't so I mimic her expression.
She returns to her desk and I'm forced to think about why the fuck I was even checking out her ass. I mean it's normal to experiment and question sexual orientation but I've been with plenty of guys and never felt the need to look twice at a girl. I've always been satisfied with dick, why complicate things?
The rest of class goes by agonizingly slow. As soon as the bell rings, determining the end of the day - my classmates are throwing themselves out the door. I'm filled with dread and something else, like excitement as I continue to sit at my desk in the back.
"Good luck." Says Ruby as she packs up her backpack with textbooks.
"I don't need luck." I say with a smirk.
"Sure but don't do anything to get yourself kicked out, you made a promise to your parents."
"Since when did you become my third parent?"
"I'm just trying to look out for you," she sighs.
