How you’re failing school

Miss Scarlet sits up straight, the atmosphere in the room suddenly becoming heavy as a serious expression comes across her face. She neatly folds her hands on the desk, interlocking her fingers as she looks at you with an stern stare.

“Frankly Doug I checked your grades, and to put it simply your failing.” Miss Scarlet sighs, a frown emerging on her face while she speaks.

“Oh.” You reply with surprise, your brow going up upon hearing the news.

“Yeah...” Miss Scarlet gives you a sad nod, that offers her condolences.

Your heart begins to beat a little faster, out of everything Miss Scarlet could have said, that might’ve been the last thing you expected her to say. Not sure how to exactly react after being told that, you scratch your head, eyes sweeping down to the floor. Attempting to drag out the hanging silence you take a second or two before then slowly starting to trail your gaze back up Miss Scarlet’s desk. All the while the gears in your head start to gradually turn as you take this moment to come to grips with what she’s telling you, and think up a response before you’re able to continue the conversation. This news putting a real curveball in your day. Now just how big of a curveball has been tossed at you that... that’s the big question.

“ahem S-so H-how bad exactly is my history grade?” You ask as glancing at Miss Scarlet for half a second before evading eye contact again.

Waiting for an answer you begin to shift your weight back, and forth from foot to foot. You getting antsy as each second of silence deepens the sense of unease that grows in your stomach.

“You misunderstand your failing EVERY class Doug.” Miss Scarlet shakes her head, expression turning even more solum.

“What?!?”

You’re physical taken a back a step as you can’t believe what your hearing,
the brewing unease in your stomach now surges up to a panic in your chest. That curve ball that’s been chucked at you now feeling more like a line drive to the face that’s left you stunned.

“Are you sure every class?!?” You exclaim, hands on Miss Scarlets desk now as you lean over it by half a foot.

Desperately you search her face for any kind of un-surety. Any hint that she isn’t 100% positive about what she’s saying, and that perhaps there’s a chance she’s wrong. Unfortunately Miss Scarlet’s expression doesn’t waiver, it seeming like she’s absolutely certain there has been no mistake here.

“I’m sorry but it’s the truth, and if you don’t turn things around your going to have to be held back a year.” She shakes her head again, her looking truly disheartened to have this be happening.

While Miss Scarlet is known for being kind of a no nonsense teacher, she doesn’t have any ill will towards her students. She isn’t one to take any glee in watching any one in her class fail. Her strict adherence to school rules is only ever her way of trying to push students to focus on academics and do the best they can. Confiscating phones, sending rowdy kids to detention, it’s all done in service to make her class apply themselves to their work, and reach their full potential. It’s why she’s currently so upset with how badly your grades have gotten, she partly blames herself. Miss Scarlet feeling as if she should’ve reached out to you sooner, should’ve noticed that your grades where slipping sooner. Even if you are just one student out of many, many others in her classes, she still believes part of the responsibility falls on her shoulders.

“Held back...” You repeat, the whole world starting to feel like it’s begun to now spin as your legs become shaky.

Held back.... The words echo in your head, them bouncing around the inside of your skull seeming to get louder, and louder.

“Yes I’m sorry while I did notice that your class grades weren’t great at the start of the school year I thought it was just a lingering haze of summer freedom, that’d you eventually get back into a studious mindset as time went by, yet unfortunately that didn’t happen...” Miss Scarlet trails off as she exhales deeply.

You flinch as you catch a flash of disappointment in her eye as she looks at you. She really did hope you’d pull yourself together before having to resort to this uncomfortable confrontation.

“After your grades took a real nose dive though I looked at how you were doing in your other classes, and fond the same pattern there...” Miss Scarlet pauses again, and you swallow as you feel shame starting to tighten your heart into knots.

“The curious thing though is when I asked your teachers from last year if you had trouble in school they said you always did well, never really getting much more then C+ in your classes.”

Another wave a negativity washes over you as Miss Scarlet mentions your last school year. All those compliments your mom gave you for doing so well, what is she going to say when she hears how your doing now? She’ll be mad for sure, yet more so you’ll have really let her down. She’ll feel like she can’t trust you, that’ll she’ll have to be more on top of you to make sure you keep to your work. That’s not fair to your mother, you know she shouldn’t have to baby sit you at this age. Her job as a civil case lawyer always runs her ragged already, its not right to make her go the extra mile just because you can’t behave as well. Feeling like absolute dirt you can’t help but hang your head in shame

“Considering that you haven’t had trouble in the past this leads me to ask is there a particular reason your grades have been slipping?” Miss Scarlet questions, her wanting to find the reason if there is one so that she can help make sure this doesn’t happen again with you.

“Yeahhhh...” You speak hesitantly, turning your head to the side has you rub the side of your arm.

Its that dang MMO you and Sarah were just talking about. You just got so addicted to it you’ve been slacking on your school work because you can’t stop slaying goblins, and grinding for loot. Though you admit you didn’t think you’d been letting things get this bad, not to the point where your at risk of getting held back.

“Is something going on at your house hold, if your having trouble at home you can tell me Doug you can trust me.” Miss Scarlet reassures you in a gentle tone as she reaches out.

Placing her hand tenderly on top yours, the warmth of her skin instantly has you all flustered. Your heart skipping, a beat as the hand holding continues, with only this small amount of physical contact leading your mind swirling in to lust filled fantasy. In your head you exchange a passionate kiss, you caress Miss Scarlet’s cheek with the back of your hand. Your hand moves to her chest. her willingly egging you on by puffing out her tits for you to undo the buttons of her dress shirt. Yet before you can get to second base in this day dream it finally clicks in your head just what she meant by asking about your life at home.

“Wait, NO no nothing like that is happening, this-this is entirely on me.” You say denying the claim vehemently, eyes wide as saucers as you can’t believe some would think such thing.

Desperately you try to make it clear Miss Scarlet completely has the wrong idea here. Sure you have the normal family drama, and you had the occasional scrap with your sisters when you were little, but really your mother and sisters are angels! Your mom always loving, and supportive. Crystal the constant protective, and a caring older sister. Sarah playing nothing but the role of the admiring, cheerful younger sister. always had a good relationship with your family they’d never do something like **** you! Why just the thought is completely ridiculous, hell sooner freeze over, or pigs would grow wings and fly before your they’d do you wrong.

“Doug I know things like this can be hard, yet I can help you if something is going on.” Again Miss Scarlet reaches out you this time in with her other hand, her now clutching on with both hands as a soulful expression comes across her face.

Quickly you yank your hand away, and shake your head. Your golden locks smacking you in the face due to how vigorously you’re whipping your head back and forth.

“NO no no it’s just... like there is this video game I have been playing and I.. have just sort of let things slip by me ya know...” You’re a little hesitant to give out the exact reason, as it feels some what uncomfortable having to confess that the situation your in now is purely due to your own negligence, and nothing else.

However you are compelled to defend your family’s good name, and if that means biting the bullet here then so be it.

“I see....” Miss Scarlet replies her tone turning less sympathetic, and a little more scrutinizing now.

She then sits back up straight in her seat, a growing harshness in the history teacher’s once purely empathetic gaze making you slink back a little discomfort.

Though Miss Scarlet hasn’t completely turned on you despite what you might think. The history teacher still keeping to a degree of understanding, and the fact that you were at least honest about the reason for you falling behind really scoured you a lot of points in her book. The teacher knowing that lot of other students would’ve made ever excuse under the sun or lied, rather then take responsibility for what ultimately falls on their shoulders. With that in mind Scarlet leans back on her chair, tapping a finger rhythmically on one of the armrests you watch as she seems to be mulling over something in her mind.

“Hmmm okay here’s what I’ll do, now normally I would be compelled to contact your parents about this situation as it has gotten so out of hand, yet considering you have so readily admitted fault I’m going to give you a chance to make this right.”

Your ears perk up hearing this, you hanging on Miss Scarlet’s every word as it seems like she might be throwing you a life line here.

“Starting today you have one month get all your grades up to at least B’s if you don’t by the end of one month I will be contacting your mother, and I’ll be sure to tell her WHY you told me you’ve been failing in class got it?” The history teacher tells you with a stolid expression.

“Oh thank you Miss Scarlet I promise I’ll study hard, and do my assignments you don’t have to worry about a thing I’ll-“

However before you can erupt into a tangent of promises, and thank yous Miss Scarlet interrupts by holding up a hand for you to be silent.

“Ah ah ah, while I am giving you a chance to get back on track without contacting your parents it would be foolish of me to leave you to your own devices regarding this task, you need some one to help and hold you accountable, and while I would be qualified to fit that role I already have responsibilities to my classes that I can’t forgo just for you.”

“Sooo uh what does that mean?” You tilt your head to the side confused.

“It means I’m suggesting you find some one else who would also be able to full fill that role, aka a tutor.” Miss Scarlet explains.

“Oh I’m not sure I can-.”

Again before you can speak Miss Scarlet interrupts you.

“The state recently has added in a free program for certain school districts that allows students in school to get an online education aid, our school qualifies for this program so I want you to sign up for this online tutoring in exchange for me keeping this from your mother.” She says, her tone dipping slightly to a lower authoritative pitch making it clear this aspect of the deal is non negotiable.

“Okay so this a completely online thing?”You ask rubbing the back of your neck.

“Indeed it is so you’d be able to do this on the computer with out your mother knowledge, and if she asks why you’re spending so much time on the computer you can just tell her your playing one of your video games. ” Miss Scarlet smirks, as she speaks.

A glance from her showing an amusement at the irony of you using video games as an excuse when spending to much time on them was the problem in the first place.

“Haha... right, so uh this thing is completely free right.” You question, making sure you don’t have to pay for this as if you’re going to cut your play time on Age of Godrise you hope to at least compensate for that with a few in game purchases.

“For those who qualify which in this circumstance you would.” Miss Scarlet draws out her the words ‘you would’ as she speaks them.

Her pronouncing them with a certain amount of annunciation to remind you that despite the positive conotions associated with the word ‘qualifying’ getting into this program isn’t a good thing. It’s a mark against you not an exclusive club or privilege.

“I-I see.” Getting the vibe she’s putting out you give a small apologetic smile as display of repentance for even asking.

Satisfied that she’s successfully dissipated any glee you might be feeling over this Miss Scarlet then begins to show you the details of the process.

“Here come over, and let me show you the details.” Miss Scarlet says, her sweeping her left leg to the side as she bends to pull out a small laptop which she has tucked away under the desk by her feet.

Walking behind the desk to stand behind her you watch as shes logs in quickly loads up the internet, and starts tip tapping away on the keyboard. After a click of the enter button a rather drab but professional looking website pops up on the computer screen.

“You’ll need to go to a website called Tutelage.com then type in your school, full name, and from their you can select from a pool of turtors who will help you with your school work through either messages, and online voice calls.” Miss Scarlet explains craning her neck back over her shoulder a little to make sure your paying attention.

Giving her a another small smile and a nod as confirmation that you are listening she then turns back to the screen. You catching a faint whiff of her lavender perfume that makes your head buzz for a second as she does.

“This is where you can see all of the tutors available.”

Miss Scarlet hovers the cursor over a drop down bar, and selects the ‘words find a tutor’.

There then pops up a list of people, each having their picture, name, a small bio about themselves, and a list of their credentials, such as where they were educated, their certifications, and any degrees they might have earned. It all looks very impressive, and professional.

“So you’ll sign up today when you get home Doug, don’t put this off as I can look up which students are signed up for the program, remember I am being kind here young man, if you try to play me for the fool their will be consequences.” Miss Scarlet warns you, attempting to instill the fear of god so that you’ll not screw up this last chance she giving.

Though her threats more so just end up turning you on rather then accomplish anything else. It’s just when she gets all overtly commanding like that your mind instantly snaps to cliché erotic imagery. Miss Scarlet, and you alone in class together her shirt undone a button more then it normally is so that you can see the top of her bra peaking out from her shirt. She’s lecturing you for some unknown reason, bending over the desk to get in your face she whispers about how she’s going to have to punish you. In one swift movement she tears away her clothes with a hand to reveal, a leather tight dominatrix outfit. A crop is now in her hand, Miss Scarlet giving the tip a sharp smack to the palm of her hand. The sound of the crack making your shoulders shoot up, heart quickening with excitement, and fear. She grabs you by the scruff of your neck forcing you over the desk ass bared for a beating.

You’re naked now exposed, helpless as chains sprout from the ground clasping round your wrists, and ankles to keep you still. Miss Scarlet walks around behind you heels clicking against the floor like the rhythmic tick of a clock. The seconds to discipline being counted by every step your teacher takes. Stopping her walk when in position, time seems to freeze for a second excitement fear rolling into one, expanding as you anticipate what’s going to happen next. A soft touch of soft leather tapping against your ass as Miss Scarlet measures out her strike makes your chains rattle as you instinctively pull against them. The soft kiss of treated leather tapping, pecking at your rump to find the right angle to target. Then it’s It’s a presence quickly vanishes there’s a sharp whoosh that cuts through the air and you brace yourself before-

“DOUG!”

Miss Scarlet’s exclamation finally snaps you back to reality.

“Huh, oh sorry sorry!” You apologize feeling like an idiot for zoning out in a situation like this.

“sigh Really Doug what am I going to do with you, if your so distracted even now is there even a point in having your sign up for this program.” Miss Scarlet exhales rubbing her temples with her hand.

“S-sorry it won’t happen again really Miss Scarlet I won’t let you down I promise.” You insist apologizing for what feels like the 50th time today.

“You better if you want to actually finish this school year, now get to your next class I’ve held you up long enough.” Miss Scarlet frowns, her then hand waving you away as she finally lets you go.

“Right bye Miss Scarlet, oh and thank you!” You exclaim, as you take off into the rush of the school hallway again.

Alright a tutor, in the grand scheme of things it isn’t the worst idea. Though you wonder what kind of person you should look for. After all with that list that was shown it looked like you were allowed to actually choose....