I rolled up into the school parking lot at exactly 3:15, wondering if I should start walking to Megan’s classroom. School was minutes from ending, which meant a lot of kids would be exiting the building and I wasn’t exactly dressed appropriately. I was wearing shorts that came a little too short for regulation, and an old T shirt that was faded from the years of wear and tear.
Then again, who gave a fuck what I was wearing? I wasn’t even in school anymore.
I hopped out of my car and propped my glove in between my arm and hip, locking my car quickly as I began walking towards school. I was a bit nervous, because I wasn’t sure what would be expected of me. I wasn’t exactly a coach, I mean shit, Megan wasn’t even the coach, she was an assistant.
So what was I? The equipment bitch?
I made it to the main walkway as I started on the familiar route to Megan’s classroom, knowing the bell would be ringing anytime now. I was trying to take my time so I wouldn’t get there too early, but I didn’t want to be late.
Then to my luck, the bell rang.
Students poured out of the classrooms and began towards the parking lot, eager to get home. I envied them because here I was, coming back to school for after school detention. Because that’s what I considered this. Detention.
I didn’t want to be here, I was here because I had gotten in trouble, and I had no reward for doing this. Therefore, this was in fact detention, no matter what Megan tried to label it as.
I felt everyone’s eyes on me as they took in my figure, probably wondering why I was dressed like I was about to go workout rather than leave school. The guys studied me and whistled as they passed, mostly underclassmen considering most of the upperclassmen knew I was a lesbian.
I rolled my eyes in disgust.
Then suddenly I felt a slap on my ass and I turned, seeing a guy giggling like a fucktard with one of his friends. This got under my skin, and suddenly I couldn’t control my anger anymore. Who the fuck did he think he was? To slap me on my ass and think he wouldn’t have to endure any consequences?
I charged up to him, taking his booksack in both of my hands and shoving him as hard as I could off of the walkway. I watched in amusement as he stumbled off of the paved path and into the grass, landing in a puddle of water that was left from today’s shower.
He looked up at me, “What the fuck?”
I shrugged, “Maybe next time have some respect, ass-wipe.”
I heard laughter erupt behind me as I left the scene, walking quickly into the doors of the school and towards Megan’s classroom. I was still pretty hot tempered from what had just happened but I knew I needed to keep my cool and calm down.
Hopefully Megan wouldn’t say anything to light my fire again.
I made it to her door, but not before hearing a comment come my way, “Looking good Sam!”
I knew the guy from one of my other classes and I smirked, flicking him off, “Fuck off, Myron.”
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Assisting Miss Adams (GirlXGirl) OLD VERSION
Romance~TeacherXStudent/ GirlXGirl~ Sam never had an easy life, and as she battles with the memories of her dysfunctional past she also has to battle the sexual tension she has for her hot History teacher, Miss Adams. When her older brother brings home a f...