"If I could only go back in time and change that one moment," I thought to myself as I starred at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, "everything in life right now would be perfect."
The dreaded moment I was referring to happened at my high school graduation ceremony. My best friend Jessica and I, who are both 18 years old and whom everybody assumed were perfectly straight (we're a little bi curious), shared a passionate kiss in what we thought was a completely empty part of the school. Little did we know that Ms. Wescott, a woman who is a family friend and teacher at the school, was watching us and recording everything.
Ms. Wescott stands 5'9'', and has straight, strawberry blonde hair that goes just past her ears. Her figure and complexion are statuesque, and her skin is white and fair. She is an attractive woman by all accounts, who obviously takes good care of her 30-year-old body. Being such a catch, I've always wondered why she had remained single through the years.
I can remember her stern voice in my head with complete clarity. "Samantha!" she said, as Jessica and I looked over to her in complete shock and horror. "This is completely unacceptable!" Our faces turned red, as we stood there like deers caught in a headlight.
"What are we going to do about this?" asked Ms. Wescott while folding her arms and giving a concerned look.
"PLEASE don't tell our parents," I pleaded, "they wouldn't understand." In fact, nobody we know would have. We attended a very strict private Christian school, and our relationship would have been looked down on by everybody.
"It's OK, ladies, your secret is safe with me," Ms. Wescott said with a slight smirk as her eyes averted towards the ground. I felt a brief moment of relief, and wanted to believe her, but could sense an ulterior motive based on her tone of voice and body language.
"Were you recording us?" I asked with trepidation. She looked up and answered, "Yes, and I think I'll hang onto the video for now." And with that, to my surprise, she suddenly turned around and started walking away. I wanted to call out to her, and run after her, but I also didn't want to call more attention to our situation.
"What a bitch!" exploded Jessica as soon as Ms. Wescott was gone. "She better not do anything with that video!" Jessica must have been understandably frozen with fear in the moment, hence why she was so quiet and looking to me the entire time.
I've known Jessica since my freshman year, where we quickly became friends. She's 5'5'' tall, has dark black hair that goes to the middle of her back, pale skin, green eyes, wears a B cup, and is super cute! Her personality is usually a little broody, but I tend to bring out the best in her, and she helps me stay realistic, so we compliment each other.
As for myself, I stand an inch taller at 5'6'', and have brunette hair down to my shoulders, deep blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, wear an A cup, and have been described as being a "classic beauty." Between Jessica and I, we've never had problems getting attention from boys, even if we don't take them up on their offers. We've always been healthy, athletic, straight-laced students with good grades.
"It's going to be OK. Ms. Wescott is a good person, and I know that she'll do what's right," I said in order to put my friend at ease. If only I completely believed those words myself. "We should get back to the celebration before anybody else notices that we're missing."
After over two weeks of several restless nights, and after replaying the incident in my mind a hundred times, I was starting to feel more at ease. Then, unexpectedly, I received a phone call from Ms. Wescott one evening.
"Hi Samantha! I hope that you're doing well," she said, as my heart started making its way into my throat. "I just wanted to see how you're doing."
This type of call wasn't completely out of place. As mentioned, she was a family friend and teacher at my last school. We have been involved in many school events and projects throughout the years. At one point, she was even my babysitter!
After a minute or of making nervous small talk with her, she told me that she'd like to have me over to her house to spend a night there over the weekend. She said, "I'm going to introduce some new materials into the classroom curriculum, including videos, and was wondering if you could help me screen them. I'd like to get a student's perspective on everything. We can even play some games. It'll be fun! "
My throat went dry, and my palms started sweating. I didn't know what to make of this, or what her intentions were, but I knew that I wanted to avoid it
"I'd love to, but I'm actually really busy," I said, even though it was untrue.
Ms. Wescott replied, "Oh, that's too bad! I already called your friend, Jessica, and she's coming. It took a bit of persuading, but she came around. I think it was the video screening that really sold her. Are you sure you can't find some time?"
I couldn't believe it. Was Ms. Wescott using her video footage of Jessica and I to blackmail us? Why else would Jessica agree? I didn't want to come right out and ask, because then it would be real. Maybe Ms. Wescott actually had good, normal intentions, and I was just misinterpreting this situation; however, based on her actions so far, I had my doubts.
I took a moment and took a deep breath in before speaking. "Yes, I can find the time," I said with great regret.
"Great! I'm so happy to hear that!" Ms. Wescott said enthusiastically. We made the arrangements, and I hung up the phone. My entire body was quaking.
The weekend came up too quickly for my liking. Now, here I stands in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror, wondering what's going to happen. Is she going to berate us for our actions? Is she going try and convince us to change? Her motives are unknown. And I still wonder, why did she keep the video of Jessica and I kissing?
