Walking into school, Lesley felt no better than the day before. She had skipped first block simply due to the fact that she hadn’t been able to pull herself from her bed. She hadn't told anyone about what she had walked in on because she didn't want to have to relive the moment any more than her mind was forcing her to already.
When she got to her second block, she was extremely pleased to see a substitute running the class for the day. She wasn’t sure that her saddened state could accommodate a normally taught class. She made it through her second block class without so much as raising her head from her desk, and then begrudgingly made her way to Calculus.
As she walked in, she didn’t even look at her teacher. Instead, she went to her desk and sat down. The class begun and the sound of his voice nearly made her sick, and then as if struck by an arrow, she heard him say her name.
“Lesley, can you please not sleep in my class?” asked Mr. Gribbin in a frustrated tone.
“I’m tired,” replied the sassy redhead.
“Maybe you should sleep more at night,” said her teacher.
“And maybe you shouldn’t worry about my personal life,” said Lesley.
“See me after class,” replied Mr. Gribbin.
“I can’t,” responded the young girl.
And as if beaten, Mr. Gribbin dropped it and returned to his lesson. The class seemed shocked. Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for their teacher to erupt. But he never did. They couldn’t believe what they had just been witness to. A student had just bested a teacher. Was she really going to get away with this? It appeared so, as he didn’t address her throughout the rest of class.
The only time Lesley raised her head from her sleep was when a visitor knocked on the door. When she heard and recognized the woman’s voice, her head arose with a vigorous jolt.
There she was, Jamie, walking in holding her lover’s lunch. The mere sight of her was almost enough to force Lesley to jump at her. The minute she saw the blonde enter, she immediately pictured the face of overwhelming pleasure that was pasted on the girl the previous day. Each thrust, each groan, all were replaying in Lesley’s head, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t push them out.
“Hey hon? You forgot your lunch today. Sorry everybody,” said the whorish blonde from the door frame.
Mr. Gribbin’s eyes immediately shot to Lesley. She had not removed her gaze from Jamie. He replied, sounding somewhat embarrassed and nervous, “Ohh, thanks. Class, this is Jamie.” This was followed by Jamie introducing herself to the class as a whole.
Then, Mr. Gribbin walked over to get his lunch and kissed his lover. They said their goodbyes and then he continued to teach the class.
This whole event set Lesley off. She was enraged beyond anything she had even come close to feeling before. The bell rang and Lesley was the first one out the door, completely ignoring her teacher’s explanation of the night’s homework.
She walked into the lunchroom and sat with her friends. They immediately sensed that something was wrong with Lesley.
“Hey Les, you okay?” asked Dana.
“I’m fine,” responded the frustrated adolescent teen.
“You sure? You seem really mad about something,” insisted the concerned girl.
“I said I’m fine. I have to go,” responded Lesley in an extremely agitated tone. And with that, she left. She needed to leave the school. She decided to skip fourth block and go home to collect herself.
When she got home, she thought about everything that had happened the past three days. The lies at the mall, the impassioned sex scene, and today, the heartfelt kiss she had witnessed. All were combining to force Lesley into a state of anger far larger than before. Until, finally, she realized something.
This saddened state was doing nothing for her. While she moped around or grew more upset, her teacher was still banging that blonde slut. Then it hit her. She figured something out. She was sure that Mr. Gribbin had felt something for her. She knew it.
And he had lied to her about Jamie, which led her to believe that he wanted to remain viewed as a single man in her eyes.
Lesley wanted something. She wanted him to feel what she felt. She wanted him to regret Jamie. To regret everything he had done with her. And Lesley knew just how to do it…
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