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Chapter 6 by FreeUse92 FreeUse92

What is Adam's Next Class?

Math and History Class

Despite my reputation among my teachers as a bit of a slacker, I had good grades. I did miss a lot of due dates for my assignments and dozed off or browsed on my phone in class a lot but my test scores made up for it. I was the type to never need to study to be able to ace an exam.

Math class was up, and I was dreading it. Not because I hated Math but because the teacher was a male. What was going on with my life? I hate to think what would happen if Mr. Stone were to punish me as my Aunt or Ms. Glenn did.

I walked into class on time and sat in the back and shrunk. The class went on, as usual, nothing amiss. I dozed off at the rudimentary calculus being shown and started browsing my phone for memes. I was interrupted by Mr. Stone.

“Ahem,” The old 50ish balding man in glasses said to me. “Adam, can you stop browsing your phone?”

Uh oh. I gulped. This was a rigorous private school so shit like this just wouldn’t fly, but I couldn’t help it. The stuff they taught was so dull, and sometimes I would doze off. I put my phone away hoping Mr. Stone wouldn’t call me up to the front of the class.

Mr. Stone came over to me. I was sweating at this point. He promptly took my phone and went back towards the front of the class. I sighed in relief, and Mr. Stone added, “You’ll get it after class, pay attention, please. Your parents probably paid a great deal for your education here.”

So the usual happened when Mr. Stone punished me. Thank god.

After the class was over, I came up to Mr. Stone who gave me back my phone and said, “Don’t let me catch you browsing your phone again in class Mr. Grant.”

“Or….?” I said, not being indignant but genuinely curious.

“Or I will have to take away your phone for good, and one of your parents will have to pick it up,” Mr. Stone said probably not realizing I was living with guardians, Uncle and Aunt, not parents and packing up his notes into his bag.

“Oh… no problem Mr. Stone,” I said dutifully and left. I walked towards my next class, History.

Ms. Campbell was our history teacher, a MILFy bookish brunette type in her 30s. I came in extra early as to make sure I didn’t get called out and went to the back again.

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Ms. Campbell clasps her hands together, spoke up and looked at me expectantly as I sat down, “Well Adam, do you have your assignment?”

Did You Have Your Assignment ?

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