From One Princess, To Another

“It was a pleasure to have your company. Please don’t forget my suggestion for helping you catch up on any classes you missed today,” Moira said. The two walked from the car park towards the main entrance.

John nodded. “Thanks for the offer, though, I only really missed maths and chemistry. I did miss PE too, but in all honesty, you did me a favour. I hope Mrs. Wentworth won’t yell at me too much though, especially since I’m like half an hour late to her class.”

Moira stopped, and being distracted by his thoughts, John crashed into her back. She turned around to look at him. “I’m sure you will be fine, but do consider my proposal to help with classes, I’d even be happy to give you some training in place of your PE lesson.”

John took a step back and thought about it for a moment. “I’m fine for my regular classes… Though, it would probably be stupid of me not to take you up on your offer for some training, it really wouldn’t hurt to get stronger and more capable,” he said.

Moira smiled. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that. After all, they don’t say no pain no gain without good reason,” the redhead teased, winking. “But I can promise, you would definitely benefit from it. We should hurry to class. Like you said, we are thirty minutes into fourth period and it would be rude to dawdle. I look forward to hearing from you.”

John managed a, “Yeah,” before the Warden turned and began walking at a fast pace towards the academy door.

He was about to begin following but turned around as a shiver ran down his spine. He searched the fence which bordered the academy but saw nothing out of place. He turned back towards the school and began looking at every window, but again, there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

’It’s gotta just be my imagination again,’ he reasoned internally. The feeling of being watched or followed slowly faded. ’Frank is such a cunt; I can’t even speak to someone in a friendly way in public areas around the school without feeling paranoid about it.’

After a last glance around, John entered the school. He walked through the empty corridors and stopped at his history class. He paused. Normally he’d just walk into a classroom if he was late but he got the feeling it would be a very bad idea to do in this case.

He knocked on the door and stood waiting. The door opened and the quiet murmur from inside the classroom seeped out into the hallway. “Mister Newman, I was informed that you might be late or absent. Please take your seat. You will be sharing a textbook with Miss Hawthorne and have her explain what we are doing,” Mrs. Wentworth said, motioning John into the classroom.

John nodded and walked towards his seat, noticing that once the door was closed behind him the room’s murmur grew in volume a little. Mrs. Wentworth usually hushed the room but there were occasions, including this one, where she allowed quiet chatter.

John walked over to his seat next to Vanessa and hesitated as he pulled his chair out, seeing her scathing expression. She pointedly ripped her attention away from him with a huff.

’Is she more pissed at me than normal today? Or am I just looking into it?’ He sat down in his chair. ’Wait… I didn’t mess with her at all today, did I? My head was swimming this morning and then Moira dragged me away, so not only didn’t I do anything, I also didn’t text her. Should I do something now? Would that be less or more suspicious?’ John thought, trying his best to avoid letting his mental anguish show on his face. ’If I did something now, it would be obvious because I was late. If I don’t do something, though, would it be more obvious because I’ve been missing from school all day, on the one day I don’t mess with her?’

Vanessa gave John the side eye but he was too busy rummaging through his backpack to notice. ’He’s an idiot if he thinks I wouldn’t catch on! It’s just way too obvious. It started on the bus after he got on, and things only really happen while he’s around. Not only that, but the messages have never mentioned anyone else… It can’t be though, right? He doesn’t have the balls, plus how the hell could he even pull it off? He’s not like Houdini or whatever. Fuck it! Just in case, I’m going to tease him before he has a chance to try something. If he is the one behind everything, I’ll have gotten the leg up on him, and if not… then he gets to enjoy the touch of a hot woman,’ the cheerleader thought.

John’s head snapped to the side when he heard Vanessa’s chair squeak as she moved closer to him. ’Shit, what’s she doing? She’s onto me, I know she is. Fuck, Ellie was right. I shouldn’t have been doing any of this shit,’ John panicked.

The side of the blonde's chest pressed against him, and she pulled her textbook between them. “You’re lucky that Wentworth is one of the teachers I’d rather not piss off. Here, let me show you what we’re supposed to be reading and taking notes on,” she said in a hushed tone.

John let out a quiet sigh of relief. ’Okay, I was just worrying for nothing. Still, it might be a good idea to cut back on the teasing,’ he thought.

Due to his proximity to the cheerleader, John felt stiff. Her breast noticeably pressed against his arm and he was very conscious when she moved and rubbed up against him. He awkwardly rested his hands on his thighs under the table and his eyes were glued to the book in front of him.

John was about a quarter way through reading the second page when he noticed Vanessa staring at him. “Uhm, yes?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. “Nothing, I’m just waiting for you to finish reading. I expected you to be the one waiting for me since you’re a nerd,” she scoffed quietly. “Just hurry up.”

John continued to read, though he ignored Vanessa’s order to read faster. John generally slowed his reading pace so he didn’t misread anything and to ensure that the words he read were actually processed. Despite that, he would still say he had a reasonably quick reading speed.

The rhythmic clicking of Vanessa’s nails became more and more annoying as John tried to concentrate. ’There’s no way she actually read faster than me, right? She’s just doing this as a way to quietly bother me,’ John thought.

John was interrupted again when he felt a hand cover his; the soft skin of the cheerleader was pleasantly warm. “Hey, I’m bored. How about you do something about it?” Vanessa’s breath tickled John’s ear as she whispered. Her chest pressed against him more as she pulled his hand.

He couldn’t process what had been said and what was happening before Vanessa pushed his hand up her skirt and against her crotch. John’s eyes widened as he realised that she wasn’t wearing anything and that his fingers were now slick with the cheerleader's juices.

“Well? Go on, we both know you want to touch me. And, keep quiet, we are in the middle of class, after all,” she purred.

’The fuck is she doing? I shouldn’t do this, what about Alison?’ His train of thought was interrupted as Vanessa pushed one of his fingers into herself. ’I… Know what, fuck it. If this is what she wants to do, then I’ll play along and talk to Alison later. I need to tell her about this anyway.’

He used his fingers to explore the damp folds between Vanessa’s legs. Her breathing became heavier and she tried to keep her voice in check. That was until John’s finger brushed against her clit and she couldn’t contain a whimper. John snatched his hand back quickly before people looked in their direction.

“Quiet! I allowed you all to talk amongst yourselves. If you want to make funny noises, you should visit a circus instead of attending my class,” Wentworth barked.

John went back to trying to read, but after a minute, he was interrupted by Vanessa’s voice tickling his ear once again. “Ask to use the bathroom.” He looked at her with confusion and suspicion but she cut him off before he could say anything. “Just do it,” she ordered.

The Gamer let out a quiet sigh before raising his hand. “What is it, Mr. Newman?” Mrs. Wentworth asked without looking up from her book.

“Could I use the bathroom, please?” he asked. Luckily for John, even though the history teacher was quite strict, she rarely denied requests for the bathroom. Surprisingly, people didn’t take advantage of that fact as often as you’d expect.

The teacher let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes at him. “You come to my lesson late, then have the audacity to ask to leave for the bathroom? Go ahead,” she said, going back to her book.

John stood and shuffled out of the classroom. Once in the corridor his pace slowed, wondering what he was supposed to be doing next. As he meandered in the hallway, he heard his message tone. He pulled his phone out. The message was short enough that he didn’t need to unlock his phone, simply reading:

< V: Girl’s Bathroom >

John rolled his eyes, and corrected his unsure path to head in the direction of the girls’ bathroom. When he arrived he paused. “I am not going in there. If someone’s in there and I go in, I’ll end up getting in trouble. I’ll just wait here,” he muttered.

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