Kelsey Debono.
The apple in the eye of her teachers, the pride and joy of the school, the girl everyone believed would get into a coveted Ivy League school. Hell, she could even get scholarships, just compensation for her hard work and intelligence. She had nary a blemish on her academic record...
Which was why it was so strange for her to be asked to stay after class.
A frown creased her forehead as she made her way down the hallway, her binder clutched to her chest, nestled against her newly developed chest. As she passed by, two girls at a locker stopped talking and stared at her, before one whispered to the other and giggled. They were the kind of girls who partied and drank and fucked--and, secretly, that made Kelsey desperately jealous of them. She didn't have the confidence to wear their revealing mini-skirts and tank tops, instead preferring her more conservative t-shirts and plaid skirts. Sure, she was quite a pretty girl--gaining the interest of several young men in her grade, who gave up when the quiet girl focused on her schoolwork and didn't prove to be an easy lay.
She put her head down and continued a little faster, brushing locks of blonde hair out of her face reflexively as she did. When she had finally reached Mr. Stone's door, she paused nervously, swallowing in a futile effort to quell the butterflies in her stomach. She needed to know what she had done wrong. Steeling her nerves, she opened the door, walking in. Her wide blue eyes cast around the room, seeking out her teacher.
Mr. Stone was the teacher that several girls would openly admit to having a crush on. Kelsey couldn't help but admit to herself that he was attractive, although she wouldn't go as far as saying that she had a crush on him. She would certainly never engage in something that inappropriate.
"Mr. Stone?"
[blah, this is pretty uninspired, sorry~]
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