Drama! (The Lesson)

Shaun was in drama currently, his last lesson of the day. Drama was one of his favourite lessons, not because he genuinely enjoyed it, but because it required the least effort and brain power. All he had to do was kick back, relax, and watch as the people who did care carried the rest of them.

Currently, the class were engaged in an ‘Improv Activity’ (also known as ‘A Teachers’ Excuse for Slacking Off’) where two people started a scene, then someone in the audience shouted ‘freeze’ and replaced one of them. That meant that it was up to the audience if they joined in, which meant Shaun didn’t have to join in.

Currently, Lovelyn Cook and Ana Lopez, easily the two biggest theatre kids in the school, were doing a scene where… honestly he had no fucking idea, he was not paying nearly enough attention.

Ana was mostly known as being a great singer, maybe the best in the borough. Shaun had never really spoken to her, so didn’t really know much more than that. What he did know was that she was hot as shit. She was a classic Latina beauty, with an ass that he couldn’t help but stare at.

He had spoken to Lovelyn, or Love as she went by, though. In fact, you could consider them friends. She was hella religious, like, you couldn’t not know that about her: she wore a cross necklace and everything. She was also always the lead in school plays, and head of the Drama Club. She wasn’t obviously hot, but he could jerk off to her if push came to shove.

“You know, you’re gonna burn a hole in her ass if you keep staring at it,” Tara Davis whispered to him. It seemed he couldn’t help but stare at Ana’s ass again.

Tara was the only other person in this room he spoke to. Hell, he would even call her a friend. She was sarcastic, witty and made these boring (even if they were easy) lessons bearable. She was a goth, with dyed black hair that had been every color at some point and an all black outfit, complete with a leather jacket. Also, her tits were bigger than anyone else in school, teachers included. Like, truly huge badonkadonks.

“I mean, can you blame me?” He whispered back, taking his eyes off that ass and turning to face her.

“You know, I oughta lecture you on objectifying women…” She trailed off as she noticed his eyes were laser-focused on her tits. “But I have a feeling you wouldn’t listen.”

They were both interrupted by someone shouting “Freeze!”. They looked up to see Redd McLeod had tapped out Love, a close third to Love and Ana in terms of theatre kids. Shaun had spoken to him even less than he had to Ana.

“Hey, now you have something to stare at too. Balance things out.” He whispered to Tara.

“Nah, he’s not really my type. Unlike you, I have standards. Plus he’s very gay.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yes! Blatantly so. How did you not know that?”

“I don’t know everything about everyone! And I don’t want to assume things.”

“You assumed he’s straight.”

“…Alright, you got me there, I guess. Now if you don’t mind me, I’m gonna get back to staring.”

The lesson ended without anything too interesting happening, as they usually did. As Shaun was leaving the class, ready to finally get home, Love caught up with him.

“Hey Shaun!” She greeted him with a great big smile on her face. “How’d you enjoy today’s lesson?”

“It was pretty good.” He responded, kind of just wanting to get home.

“Oh, good, good. I thought the game was pretty fun. Gave us a good opportunity to try out some improv.”

“Yeah.”

The conversation sort of trailed off from there.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow!” She concluded, peeling off.

“Yeah, see ya.”

And with that, he finally headed home.