No way!

There was no way that you were going to let anyone know about you and Bella. Not even your own stepmother...

It's like Bella said: it's inappropriate for a student to have a relationship with his teacher. If anyone found out about it, you would no doubt be humiliated. Not to mention Bella would lose her job... There was NO way you were going to make her suffer again.

"Oh, you know," you told her. "The little mentioned stuff, like the man who assassinated Archduke Ferdinand. And we had a little..." You were trying to find a suitable word, making a thoughtful look on your face. "Debate. On who fired 'the Shot Heard 'Round the World'."

Glynda didn't seem all that convinced, but she managed to get you to school long before she could ask you anything else. Also, before you got out, you thought you smelled something. Something familiar... But you pushed that thought away when you grabbed your stuff and got out.

"Honey?"

You stopping turn your head back to look at her, almost sure you could see there was a different look in her eye...

"Yeah?"

She smiled away what she was about to say, and praised, "Have a good day." You smile back, nodded, and closed the car door as you ran to get inside the building.

Glynda had something on her mind she probably never did before... And drove home with that.

Once you got inside, you found your classroom and saw that Tiffany was sitting. She saw you coming in, and it looked like she was getting hot and bothered in her chair. You furrow your brow some, focusing on the sight. 'What's going on with Tiffany?' you pondered.

Is she sick? She scared of you...? But why would she be scared of YOU? You weren't as fit as Zeke, the soccer star and you'd never hurt anybody. Well, that wasn't entirely true as you sat down. You insulted Zeke the other day, as part of Tiffany's plan to make him jealous. You felt some pride and knocking that guy down a peg or two, but you were more worried about what a pacifist could do to you...

Meanwhile, your teacher came in and began the lesson: how to measure pie graphs by using the circumference of a circle. This was pretty standard for you to learn, but your attention drifted to Tiffany.

It didn't look like she was paying attention to anything at all. She seemed to fidget in her chair, as if trying to scratch an itch she couldn't reach. After about 5 or 10 minutes of uncomfortable movements, she raised her hand and asked the teacher if she could go to the bathroom. The teacher accepted, and Tiffany slowly scrambled out of the room, gaining a few students' attention.

At first, it didn't seem like anything important. But 10 more minutes seem to go by, and Tiffany hasn't come back yet. You were concerned about her before, and now it's turned into worry. Just as you raise your hand, Zeke did the same.

"Uh, Mr. Willoughby? Can I use the john?" And the teacher looked a bit skeptical, but agreed. Zeke got up and that got your brain wracking on what was going to happen to Tiffany. You tried asking to use the bathroom, but...

"Wait until mr. Campbell comes back," he told you. It was driving you a bit crazier, not knowing when to seek was going to do; what was Tiffany doing for so long? You didn't want to lie to the teacher, but you had to find out. So you bend over at your desk, pretending to clutch your stomach as if you were going to throw up, and threw in convincing noises.

"Please..." you groan. "I got go. Gonna blow..." Mr. Willoughby shook his head and reluctantly let you go with a bathroom key. You hurry to his desk and take the key, still bending over until you weren't in his sight. You straighten yourself up and you began walking through the hallways, looking and listening for any sign of Zeke, or especially Tiffany.

The hallways were practically empty, and you had to keep quiet so as not to disturb any of the other classrooms. You didn't even know where to start looking, until an idea came to your head. The last time you saw her was the roof where you had your pretend date, you checked around there.

The door was opened a crack...

You creep over to the door and peek through the crack. You couldn't see anyone, but you heard something. Something a lot like... Moaning.

'Seriously?' you thought. 'That's what I was getting myself all worked up about? She was just... Horny?' You push the door open quietly, enough to see Tiffany. Masturbating and fingering herself like there was no tomorrow, and grunting her moans worse than a bitch in heat!