Room 102 - Mrs. Anderson

"Umm.. First period room 102 marked as homeroom."

"Room 102, huh?" Casey says with a knowing grin. "That means Mrs. Anderson. She's pretty chill, compared to some of the old guard teachers still hanging around."

Turning to Trish, who seems downcast, Casey adds, "Looks like you lovebirds will be separated. At least we'll have gym class together later. Maybe this 'cow tits' will finally snap out of her sulking."

With that, Casey grabs Trish's arm and starts dragging her down the hall. "See ya in an hour, John!" she calls over her shoulder, waving goodbye.

You're left standing alone, watching as the two girls disappear into the crowd of students.

As you step into Room 102, the chatter of students fills the air. A couple of girls near the front turn and smile at you, while the rest continue their conversations. You spot two boys sitting in the back, waving you over.

Approaching them, you exchange greetings.

"Hi, I'm Robert," says the taller of the two, dressed in a green t-shirt, shaking your hand enthusiastically. "It's good to have another guy in the class."

He gestures to the shorter boy beside him. "This is Shaun."

Shaun raises his hand in a wave, offering a friendly smile.

As you take a seat with your new classmates, you notice a few girls whispering and giggling, stealing glances your way. Robert catches your attention and nods towards them.

"Don't mind them," he says with a smirk. "They're just excited to have some fresh meat in the class."

Shaun leans in closer, whispering, "The girls here are really repressed. It's like they're waiting for a chance to pounce on us boys."

You recall what Casey mentioned earlier about the previous headmistress being a "feminist nutcase."

"Yeah, I heard from a friend that the old headmistress was a real hardass," you say. "Maybe her strict rules are what led to all this pent-up energy."

Robert perks up at the mention of your friend. "A friend? Do you know one of the girls?"

You nod. "Yeah, I have a childhood friend. We were together with her buddy during the assembly."

"Oh, that's why I didn't see you this morning," Robert says with a smirk. "Lucky guy." He leans in, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Is your friend cute?"

"Yes, she's quite cute," you say with a chuckle, remembering your earlier interaction with her.

Just then, the door swings open, revealing a striking redheaded woman in a form-fitting suit. The chatter in the room dies down as all eyes turn to the newcomer. The girls immediately straighten up in their seats.

"Good morning, class," Mrs. Anderson says, her voice warm and inviting. "I see we have a couple of new faces. Don't be shy, boys." She smiles, her eyes lingering on you and your new friends in the back row.

"I'm Mrs. Anderson, your homeroom teacher and mathematics instructor. Let's get started with introductions, shall we? We'll go around the room, and each of you will share a bit about yourself with the class."

As the students begin to introduce themselves one by one, you observe Mrs. Anderson's easy rapport with her pupils. Her smile is genuine, and she listens attentively to each brief speech, offering words of encouragement here and there.

When it's your turn, you stand up, feeling the eyes of the class on you. "Hi, I'm John," you say, trying to sound confident. "This is my first day at Skyview Academy. I'm looking forward to getting to know everyone."

Mrs. Anderson nods approvingly. "Welcome, John. I'm sure you'll fit right in. Now, why don't you take a seat, and we'll continue with the rest of the class."

The rest of the class passes uneventfully as Mrs. Anderson outlines the coursework and grading policies. To your surprise and relief, she reveals that your math grade will primarily be based on assignments rather than tests.

As she writes on the board, you feel Robert's elbow nudge your side. Leaning in, he whispers, "Holy shit, man, our math teacher is a total bombshell. Check out that ass!"

Despite yourself, your gaze drifts to Mrs. Anderson's backside as she bends over to write on the lower part of the board. The tight fabric of her suit stretches taut across her curves, accentuating her shapely rear.

Suddenly, Mrs. Anderson turns around, catching you off guard. You quickly avert your eyes, hoping she didn't notice your wandering gaze. Luckily, she doesn't call you out, and you spend the rest of the class keeping your eyes glued to your desk.

As the bell rings, signaling the end of the period, you hastily gather your belongings, eager to make a quick exit.

Just as you're about to slip out the door, Mrs. Anderson calls out, "John, a moment please. I'd like to have a word with you."