I'm not going to fuck the Janitor anyways, so I'm heading for class.

You rush to class, but you know you're late because everyone is already seated. Mr. Weinberg was leaned against his desk instructing before you walked in. But, he's now stopped and his attention along with the class is on you.

"Ladies and gentlemen," says Mr. Weinberg, "Here we have Melissa, and once again she is late."

The class laughs.

"Sorry Mr. Weinberg!"

Mr Weinberg just nods his head accepting another one of your meaningless apologies. You almost feel sorry for him, the way he lets you get away with a lot of stuff. Maybe it's just because you expect him to take more command in the classroom. He's quite elderly, and he always wears an authoritive look, but really, he's just a friendly guy.

You prance to your desk with your head bowed beneath the laughter as it continues. You slide your sexy body into your desk and fold your legs while taking notice of a couple boys who have their eyes on you.

Tommy M. is in love with you. He's been fascinated with you ever since last year when you had to show him your breasts during a truth or dare. Now, the tale of your beautiful globes, and what you let him do with them, has been circulated around all parts of the school in many different varieties and inaccuracies. One variety of the tale indeed relates how you got so excited once your shirt was off that you immediately went down on Tommy and then let him blow his nuts right on your titties. Someone even went so far as to claim that there was a video of it. But, no...that didn't happen. You might have let him suck your breast a little, but that's about it. Anyways, Tommy can't get over it...and you hope he never does.

Clark M. is also staring at you. But not in the same way as Tommy. Clark hates you. Clark has a deep passion. Unfulfilled, it turns to hate. He hates you, he hates Tommy, he hates Candice, he hates anyone you associate with. Why? Because you turned him down several times. Obviously, it's your reputation for being "easy" [not true!] that has confused him. Clark won't get over it... but you desperately hope he does.

"Where were you?"

You turn to face your best friend Candice, who sits next to you. You smile and lean in close.

"You'll never believe what happened." You say.

"What? What happened?" She asks, grasping your hand.