Exciting Plans!

The day, thankfully, did get better. The whispers of awe continued through the day, following him through lunch. The moment entered the cafeteria, flanked by Marcus and Tubs the volume drastically decreased.

"Is this how girls feel before saying 'take a picture- it lasts longer!'" Tubs muttered under his breath, inciting a chuckle from Marcus and Arthur. Arthur was still itching to ask Tubs whether he'd seen Principal Owlsen openly groping him onstage but knew it was a lost cause.

"Well if it isn't the men of the weekend!" A voice drawled out. Arthur, Tubs and Marcus all broke into identical shit-eating grins as they approached the lunch counter.

"Afternoon, Em." Arthur greeted, inspecting the lunch options.

"Afternoon yourself, pretty boy!" The lunch lady called back good-naturedly, bustling through the kitchen to finally reach the counter. She leaned over and smiled, her curvaceous boobs bunching up beneath her apron.

Emily Cumberland and been the school's lunch lady since what many believed to be the dawn of time, despite her being in her late 20s. A beloved figure across the school for her laid-back personality and sensational cooking, Emily was a keystone of the school identity.

Her enormous jugs also added to the adoration.

"Runnin' a special offer today. For your GREAT work on Sunday... how does two extra doggies sound?" She asked. The three boys' eyes widen.

"REALLY?" Marcus exclaimed.

"You're an angel, Em!" Arthur praised, the tantalizing smell of grilling hot dogs going straight to his head. The lunch lady smirked.

"Aw, stawhp it. You're making me blush!" She purred spinning around and bending down to pick a sausage off the grill, her ass straining against her jeans.

"Dios mio... can I get some of those buns?" Tubs murmured, hypnotized.

"MILO ESTEVAO!" Emily suddenly exclaimed, whirling around. The boys jumped back, horror crossing their faces at the expression of pure, unadulterated rage on their normally bubbly lunch lady.

"Now you've done it, Tubs." Arthur murmured as Emily seethed, her face going red. Tubs looked like he was going to piss his pants.

But just as fast as it happened, Emily's features schooled back to her usual expression of sly happiness.

"Gawsh, look at you, trembling like a wee baby! You look like you're about to piss your pants!" She exclaimed. Marcus and Arthur exchanged uncertain glances as Tubs chuckled uneasily.

"Y-yes... that was very scary." He whimpered. "S-so... are we good?"

"Abso-LUTELY NOT, young man!" Emily answered. "You will NOT objectify women like that EVER again, understood?"

Milo nodded dumbly, looking around the cafeteria. No one seemed to have paid much heed to the exchange.

"And, as a reminder of that... no hot doggies for you today. But since you wanted some buns... I can give you that." She said cockily, slapping two hot dog buns on his plates and scooching the plate over. Tubs looked at her with a defeated sigh before resigning himself to his fate, picking up the plate and trudging off.

Emily swiftly turned her attention to Marcus and Arthur, still staring in mild shock.

"Now then, boys. Any more comments about buns, thighs, breasts?" She asked. Marcus and Arthur grinned, shaking their heads.

"Very good. Now, I've got three hotdogs extra glizzies and two people. Hmm... how should I divide them?" Emily said cheekily, teasingly tapping a finger on her chin. Marcus immediately perked up.

"I'll take two-"

"I think Arthur, being team captain... deserves some extra commendation, hm?" Emily questioned rhetorically, biting her lip and staring Arthur down. Arthur grinned as he accepted the extra hot dogs, Marcus' impassioned cries for justice drowned by his and Emily's shared laughter.

-X-

"Alright, that's it for today! Remember, I want those analyses on my desk by FRIDAY! No extensions!"

Arthur hastily stood up, shoving his equipment into his bag before making to leave. It was last period and they day had been exhausting, to say the least.

"Arthur! Could you please stay back? I'd like to discuss something with you!" Ms. Dixon called out. Arthur suppressed a sigh of sadness as the rest of the class filed out, leaving him in the room. Finally, once everyone was alone, Ms. Dixon walked up to Arthur, and to his slight surprise, squealed like a happy child and wrapped him in a hug.

"Ahhhh! So proud of you for making the finals!" She shrieked, pressing her face and breasts against his toned chest. Arthur grinned, returning the hug and resisting the urge to drop his hands a few inches to rest on her fat dump that strained against her jeans.

Ms. Dixon pulled away from the hug, resting her hands on Arthur's shoulders and smiling warmly at him, her eyes going moist. Arthur's heart warmed at this. Cassandra Dixon was a close friend of Arthur's Dad, and stayed close with the family even after his Father's tragic passing. She taught Arthur how to play the guitar, a key outet for his grief. Her being the teacher was a key reason for why Arthur specifically chose to take music as a subject, despite him having no interest in it as a career.

"Thanks Ms. Dixon." Arthur answered, referring to the affectionate nickname that the family had coined for the redhead. She frowned, her plump lips curving into an adorable pout.

"School's technically over now, Art. You can call me Momma Cass now!" She giggled, referring to the affectionate nickname the Hunts had coined for her. Arthur grinned.

"Very well then, Momma Cass. What did you need me for?" Arthur asked. He watched as the brightness as her vibrant green eyes dimmed slightly and her body seemed to droop.

"Art... how's your final coming along?" She asked. Arthur bit his tongue. Shit. He'd completely-

"You forgot, didn't you?" Ms. Dixon asked. Arthur bit his lip, eyeing her guiltily. She shook her head.

"Artie, come on..." She chided, gently cupping his face in her palm. Arthur fought to meet her eyes, a wave of guily overtaking him.

"It's fine. Don't worry- there's still time. Would... one-on-one sessions with me help?" She proposed. Arthur's eyes widened.

"Y-yeah! Actually, they would!" Arthur exclaimed. He smiled as he saw her eyes brighten.

"Very good then. I'll see you... tomorrow lunchtime?" She proposed. Arthur nodded.

"Great. See you then, Artie baby." She purred, spinning around to go back to her laptop. Dismissed, Arthur hurried out of the classroom when he felt his phone buzz with a text. He checked, and his heart soared when he saw who it was from.

Allison: hey bby! wanna meet up for a date tdy? ive been missing u~

Arthur grinned, his fingers flying over the keyboard to respond.

You: yes pls! when and where?

The response was almost instantaneous.

Allison: sub&bredd. me and d and waiting for u rn!

Arthur grinned- he wasn't sure who 'd' was but he was ITCHING to see his girl again.