Step in and confront Kelly

You’ve heard enough. Before they can plot any more you storm into the classroom.

“Kelly Golden,” you shout. The other girl shrieks. Kelly swears. Both make a run for the door. Kelly is closer. You catch her wrist. But catching her means you lose the other. While her anonymous plotter runs, Kelly is a wriggling, jerking, twisting, demoness in your grip. It takes a minute to realise she’s been caught. Only then does her motion subside.

“What are you doing here, sir?”

“Overhearing plans of stupid girls,” you tell her. “Maybe you should fill me in more.”

You pull her into your office, shut the door behind you, and guard while you let her go. She pauses to compose herself. She takes a confrontational stance. Anger in her green eyes. Chest thrust out. Blond hair thrown back.

“You want to know about Mrs Sorgood’s ex? You got plans for her, Mr Smith? You won’t be here long enough to get to do anything. There’s already a petition to get rid of you.”

“Really? Did you sign it?”

Kelly smiles at you. She really has a charming smile, you could almost believe it was genuine. “You think anyone cares what I think? If they did, I wouldn’t be here. But my father, everyone does what my father says. If I tell him you were inappropriate towards me…”

“You threatening me, young woman?”

“No, I’m just telling you how it is.” It’s clear Kelly is a woman used to getting her way. Her initial fear and confusion has vanished, replaced by the confidence of the rich and entitled. You can’t help but notice she fills her uniform well. Her blouse is tight in all the right places, giving you a good idea of what’s beneath. C cup you’d guess. And Kelly can see your distraction.

“No,” you state, dragging your gaze away from her curves. The problem is you’re now looking at her face and she’s a very beautiful woman, a blond bombshell sparkling with youthful vigour, green eyes replete with mischief. “Won’t work with me, young woman. I heard all about your plan. We’re going straight to Mrs Oversight.”

Kelly laughs. It’s a very pleasant laugh. “That old bat. Her credibility’s nothing after Miss Wandering. The way I hear it, the board were going to **** her to retire until they realised they didn’t have enough time to replace her. They had a hard enough time finding you, and they only accepted you because they were ****.”

“You forget there’s evidence. The profile you created of Mrs Sorgood’s ex. The one you plan to bait her with. The company will have all the information about who created it. If the school demands evidence, I’m sure the company will provide.”

“No, they won’t, it’s my dad’s company.”

“Your dad’s company, precisely. Even more likely they’ll hand the information over then.”

You’ve hit a nerve there. The smile drops.

“So you’re going to stop this silly plan. And if I ever hear about you trying to implement it, or any of your friends trying to implement it, I will go straight to Dr Stricture and your father.”

The nod she gives you now is serious.

“Now, I want you to delete this fake profile.”

She hesitantly pulls out her phone and opens it up. “Let’s have a look at this profile first.”

She shows it to you. The profile describes Derek Sorgood as a man in early forties, close to 2m in height. He must have towered over Abigail when they were married. The photo reveals him to be rugged and handsome, a widow’s peak of black hair and dark brooding eyes. The photo shows him in the gym, strapping muscles, broad hairy chest, thick thighs.

“Alright, delete it.”

Kelly doesn’t hesitate. She deletes it and shows you the deletion message. “Happy now? I’ll find another way to get to her.”

“And I’ll be keeping my eye on you. You know Kelly, if you put the same effort into your schoolwork as you did into this, you wouldn’t be having to retake the year, and you could be off doing whatever you want.”

“And you’re only here because Miss Wandering did something so bad no-one wants to talk about it.”

She puts her phone back in her bag, picks it up and walks purposefully out of the office, deliberately emphasising the sway of her ass as she goes. You have to say, it’s a pleasant sight. The hem of her short skirt swinging back and forth, almost offering a tantalising glimpse of her knickers. As soon as she’s gone you have to adjust the monster in your pants.

Should you warn Abigail anyway?

No, you’ve dealt with it. Kelly will try something else, but this plan has been scuppered.