Isabel's heart pounded as she walked towards the history classroom. The memory of her encounter with Veronica in the bathroom was still fresh in her mind.
Today, though, she had to focus on something else. As she entered the room, her eyes locked onto the redhead.
She stood at the front, chalk dust covering her fingers as she wrote on the board. Her arms flexed with each movement, drawing Isabel's attention to her.
Yet Isabel still felt hatred towards her, after all the redhead was always putting Isabel down and making stupid comments.
The new girl Valentina sits next to Isabel once again, keeping her the company that Isabel does not need at the moment.
"How have you been?" Isabel stays silent for a few seconds. "Okay. I've been okay." She answers and looks down at her history book.
Valentina senses the discomfort and doesn't question any further.
Watching as Ms. Gordon teaches today's lesson, Isabel couldn't help but feel bored and also kind of angry.
"Ms. Reyes, you haven't turned in your assignment and the deadline was due yesterday." Ms. Gordon says and Isabel massages her temple.
"I'll send it today." Ms. Gordon gives her a look but nods. "Stay after class please." Gripping her finger Isabel sighs, what the hell does that woman want again?
Isabel sat slumped in her chair, staring blankly at the chalkboard. Boredom weighed heavily on her mind, counting down the minutes till dismissal.
Ms. Gordon, droned on about some historical event while Isabel barely registered the lecture, thoughts elsewhere.
The clock seemed to drag its hands slower than usual, each tick echoing in her ears. Finally, the bell rang, signaling end-of-class.
Most students rushed out, eager for freedom. However, Isabel remained rooted to her seat, waiting for her inevitable confrontation.
Ms. Gordon collected papers first, scanning them meticulously. Once finished, she gestured for Isabel to follow her.
"Ms. Reyes," Ms. Gordon snapped, glaring at the missing paper. "Did I send someone else to collect yours?" Isabel clenched her jaw at the sarcasm.
Isabel swallowed hard, annoyance stirring within her. "No, ma'am. I truly forgot." The redhead stares at her, her blue eyes now dilated by how angry she is.
"Well, then you'll remain behind today." Ms. Gordon stated flatly, crossing her arms. "I don't want to, I told you I'll send the assignement today." Isabel snaps back.
Silence dragged on uncomfortably until Ms. Gordon broke it. "Perhaps you should focus less on other distractions and more on your education." The redhead clearly meant Veronica by distractions.
Her words struck like a dagger, hitting close to home. Isabel's frustration boiled over, color rising in her cheeks."Excuse me?" she challenged, standing tall despite her trembling voice.
Ms. Gordon raised an eyebrow. "Were you expecting praise for mediocrity, Isabel? You're capable of more." "Capable of more?" Isabel repeated incredulously. "And yet, you treat me like I'm incapable of anything!"
Ms. Gordon's face darkened further. "Your behaviour speaks louder than any words I could utter." Isabel clenched her fists, fury simmering beneath her skin. How dare she judge her so harshly?
Isabel turned to exit, feeling the tension snap like a thread. However, Ms. Gordon caught hold of her wrist, halting her escape. Startled, they found themselves uncomfortably close. Their gazes locked, a heated battle waged between them.
"Don't think leaving early will fix this," Ms. Gordon snarled lowly, gripping harder. "You owe me an explanation." Isabel's heart pounded in her chest, her breath quickening. She tried to pull away subtly, hoping to break free.
"Let go!" she demanded, desperation creeping into her voice.
Instead of releasing her, Ms. Gordon adjusted her grip, pulling Isabel even nearer. Their bodies pressed together intimately, every curve outlined against the other.
"Maybe some extra attention will help," she growled, leaning in dangerously close. Isabel's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing.
The scent of her perfume invaded Isabel's senses, making it difficult to breathe. Her protests died in her throat.
Ms. Gordon released Isabel slowly, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. Apology masked her true intentions.
A shiver ran down Isabel's spine, the sudden space leaving her unbalanced. She rubbed her wrist absently, nerves frayed.
"Now get out," Ms. Gordon commanded curtly, averting her gaze. Isabel clenches her jaw and looks away from her teacher.
Isabel burst out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her. The sudden burst of fresh air didn't calm her racing thoughts.
She leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to steady herself. What just happened?
As she stood there, trying to make sense of it all, she heard the distant sound of lockers slamming shut and students chatting.
Reality checked back in, reminding her that life went on, regardless of her emotions. She straightened up, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
She took one last glance back at the classroom, wondering what lay ahead. With a deep breath, she pushed off the wall and disappeared into the crowd.
Isabel approached her locker, lost in thought. As she reached for the combination lock, strong arms wrapped around her waist.
A gentle kiss landed on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She recognized the scent of Veronica's perfume and the soft curves of her body.
Her heart skipped a beat as she turned around, eyes locking onto Veronica's warm smile.
Veronica's hands slid up Isabel's sides, her fingers tracing the contours of her body. "Hey, beautiful," she whispered, her breath hot against Isabel's ear.
Veronica's fingers dug gently into Isabel's ass, the subtle pressure sending a thrill through her body. "Come on," Veronica whispered, her breath hot against Isabel's ear.
Isabel's heart skipped a beat as she hesitated. They were in a public area, surrounded by students, but Veronica's gaze held an unmistakable promise.
Without a word, Isabel nodded, allowing Veronica to guide her towards the bathroom. The dimly lit hallway swallowed them whole, and they slipped inside unnoticed.
The stall doors swung open, revealing a cramped, private space. Veronica pushed Isabel inside, following closely behind. The door creaked shut, sealing them away from the outside world.
Isabel's pulse raced as Veronica's hands began to explore her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips.
The tension built steadily, until Veronica's lips pressed against hers, their mouths meeting in a passionate, desperate kiss.
As they broke apart for air, Veronica's fingers danced across Isabel's thighs, teasing her towards release.
Veronica's fingers hovered above the zipper, her touch sending shivers down Isabel's spine. With a gentle tug, the jeans slid open, revealing the delicate lines of Isabel's underwear.
Isabel's breath caught in her throat as Veronica's gaze lingered on the intimate location.
A soft moan escaped her lips as Veronica's fingers danced across her underwear, the fabric a fragile barrier between them.
The air was heavy with anticipation as Veronica's hands moved lower, tracing the curve of Isabel's hip and thigh.
Her fingers brushed against the edge of Isabel's underwear, sending a thrill through her body.
Isabel's eyes fluttered closed as Veronica's fingers slipped beneath the elastic, sending a wave of sensation coursing through her.
The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a world of desire.
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Isabel pushed open the front door, the familiar creak a comforting sound. She shed her backpack onto the floor, her eyes drifting towards the clock on the mantle.
Her thoughts remained with Veronica, replaying the intimate moments they shared in the bathroom. A flush rose to her cheeks as she recalled the gentle touches and whispered words.
Isabel wandered into the kitchen, opening the fridge to retrieve a glass of water. As she drank, she couldn't help but replay the events of the day.
Ms. Gordon's biting words still lingered in her mind, but the warmth of Veronica's touch had a way of soothing her wounds. She smiled wistfully, lost in the memory of their tender moments.
Isabel's heart sank as she heard the sound of the front door opening. She knew her father was home from work, and the familiar ritual of pretending everything was fine began.
She took a deep breath and made her way to the living room, where her father was shedding his coat and briefcase.
"Hey, sweetie," he said, his voice cheerful as always. "How was your day?"
Isabel forced a smile onto her face, trying to ignore the lingering emotions from her encounter with Veronica. "It was fine, Dad. Just school stuff."
Her father nodded, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something. "Good, good. I'm glad to be home. Been a long day at the office."
Isabel's heart skipped a beat as her phone rang, the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen. She hesitated before answering, a sense of trepidation building in her chest.
"Hello?" she said, her voice cautious.
Guess who it is.