Ms. DeCook's room

Sometimes after school I'd stop by Ms. DeCook's room to help the kids struggling with whatever class she taught that day and after we were done the other students would leave while I stayed behind to have small talk with Ms. DeCook.

"So how're you fairing in your other classes" she asked

"Everything's going great as usual although I do find myself struggling sometimes"

"Well, what could be bothering you"

"To be honest with you Mrs. DeCook it's quite embarrassing"

"It can't be too bad, after all I wonder what could be bothering our triple A student"

"Thing is, it's about my girlfriend"

"Sierra?! What about her?"

"Truth is she's .... she's just... she's not satisfying me sexually"

An awkward silence filled the air as the only thing I could think to myself was how much of an idiot I was, especially talking about sex to a school staff.

"Oh um"

"I'm so sorry Ms. DeCook I shouldn't have-"

"No no it's ok I understand you teenagers and your hormones it's only natural"

"Thanks Ms. DeCook I won't bring it again"

"No it's ok, you can tell me"