Something feels wrong today...

After cleaning yourself up in the showers (you refused to let Shelly take a shower with you, much to her disappointment) you sat at the dinner table and ate a normal breakfast together with your mom and your sister.

Since your mom was here, your sister restrained herself from acting slutty or flirty towards you, thus cockblocking any opportunities for more blowjobs this morning, which you kinda felt was relieving. You still don't know how to feel about your sister yet, but you think being seperate from her for a while will calm you down.

You go to school and attend classes as usual. Still boring though. You felt like you could fall asleep at any moment if you tried to listen to these lectures.

There was, however, just one class that's made you wide awake though, and it's not because learning started becoming fun all of the sudden.

You felt like there's something wrong with Miss Cardigan. She's more pissy than usual. Instead of her usual cold professionalism, she's now a lot more easy to annoy. Two kids got sent to the principles office immediately after she discovered they were texting each other on their phones during class, and she chewed out a guy for passing notes to a girl.

The atmosphere was really stressful, and not a lot of students were really endeared to Miss Cardigan's bad mood.

But you occasionally notice something strange with her behavior... When it was time to work on tests, and she quietly sat down in her desk, you could see her staring at you out of the corner of your eye. It's not like she was glaring at you or anything, but it was like... She just looked so depressed.

It was sad.

For some reason, you sort of get why. Even though you have no idea what's bothering her, you felt so bad for her and wished she would get better soon.

The bell rings to signal the end of class, and a majority of the students were more than happy to leave as soon as possible. You can hear some of them whisper to each other, talking about's Miss Cardigan's bad mood and how much of a bitch she was acting.

You didn't leave yet, though. Something in your gut told you to stick around.

You stood nearby her desk as she stared longingly out the window. She noticed your presence after a few minutes, looking a bit surprised... But also scared.

Scared of what, you didn't know. Of you? Or something else?

She stayed silent, before looking away and pretending to be busy with work.

Guess you were gonna have to talk first...

"Miss Cardigan, are you okay?"

She flinched, before continuing her charade. "Is there something you need, John? If not, you should go to your next class before you'll be late."

You know something's wrong. She knows that you know something's wrong.

But you honestly have no idea what to say.

You didn't want to be rude and bothered her if she doesn't want you to, but still... You really didn't want to leave her like this...

So you walked around the desk and crouched to her level, "I don't know what's going on in your life, Miss Cardigan... It's probably none of my business... But I really hope it gets better soon."

You weren't exactly the master of comforting others, and it looks like Miss Cardigan doing her absolute best to pretend you didn't exist.

You couldn't leave it at that though, so you took one extra step further.

You gave her a hug.

She froze up stiff like a statue the moment she felt your touch, and gasped in surprise.

You were worried you might have overstepped your boundaries or something, but she didn't seem to shove you away or ask you to stop. taking that as permission to continue, you held her tighter and hoped to dear god this was enough to comfort her.

"I don't know what's going on... But I promise you, things will get better soon." You told her. "So please don't be depressed."

After a while, you finally let her go.

She didn't move an inch or a muscle, still frozen in the same position since you hugged her. But tears were steadily dropping from her eyes and pouring down to her chin.

Seeing this, you grab a tissue and wiped it away, knowing you probably made some sort of impact on her.

"Sleep well, okay? Tomorrow will be a new day." You encouraged her.

To your pleasant surprise, she nodded and wiped her eyes clear. Clearing her throat, she said, "Thank you, John. I'll be fine."

Good.

You left the room feeling a lot better and more confident in yourself. For some reason, there was a fire burning in your heart, and a sense of determination filling you. You have no idea what's that about, but you know for a fact that you don't feel like losing right now.

You went home without a fuss, and the day goes by quickly.

Night comes, and it's back to sleep for you.