I walk into the classroom, just like she asked me to. I'm not sure why the teacher would want to see me on lunch break when all the other kids, are either in the cafeteria or eating some burger miles away, maybe she noticed that I had ditched her class last Friday. Hopefully she's just punishing all the seniors who ditched last week.
As I walk in I notice that the entire classroom is deserted. I've never seen it so empty before. I walk through the doorway and I notice Ms. Thompson sitting at her desk, reading a book. I can't quite make out what it is, but from the images on the cover, I can tell it's definitely not class reading.
She doesn't seem to notice me at first, I try to keep my self as close to the wall as possible as I walk towards her desk. Maybe if I sit down and just wait she won't even notice me, I'll be able to get out of whatever trouble I'm in. And lunch will just end.
With the loud bang of the door closing shut behind me, she looks up from her book, surprised and startled at the same time.
She puts the book away in her drawer and takes a second to collect herself. Are her checks flushed? I can't tell, perhaps its just me. She breaks into my thoughts with the pleasant meow of her seductive voice.
"Hello Dan."
Goddamn her for talking like that. Just her voice makes me hornier than I ever want to be at this damn school. As she looks up at me I hurry to sit down in the front row, taking a seat and putting my back pack in my lap to hide the growing erection I know is beginning to form there.
"I was beginning to think you were going to ditch detention too".
"Ms. Thompson, I never really had the intention to ditch your class in the first place, and certainly not ditch detention. It's just that last week was my 18th birthday, I really just wanted to go to the beach.... I thought maybe you wouldn't notice."
By the time I had finished my useless explanation she had stood up and walked around the desk, to sit on the edge, just in front of me. I could smell her, her perfume, her delicious scent. It was heavenly, and from the movement under my bag I could tell this was going to be a long lunch.
"You thought I wouldn't notice? My star pupil missing from class? I know you're a senior now and seniors are supposed to have fun, but I cannot condone missing my class, simply so you can go hangout with your skanky little girlfriend Jessica at the beach."
"I broke up with Jessica last month Ms. Thompson, she was cheating on me with Mike Rowing." Why would I say that to her, she doesn't care about my love life. Stupid.
Was that a grin on her face? She was looking directly at me holding my gaze. I couldn't even look her in the eye without having to look down. How sad is that.
