The Gym Class

"Oh fuck," you mutter to yourself as Mrs. Anderson singles you out. Robert hurries past, flashing a shit-eating grin, while Shaun lingers long enough to offer an encouraging, "Good luck."

Taking a deep breath, you turn and make your way towards the teacher's desk where Mrs. Anderson sits, a friendly smile on her face. As you approach, she speaks up.

"John, it seems you're a good kid," she begins, her tone gentle yet firm. "I know you boys are dealing with some raging hormones, but you could at least try to be a bit more subtle with the ogling. I definitely noticed your intense interest in my posterior just now."

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment at her directness.

You quickly lower your head and mutter an apologetic, "Sorry, Mrs. Anderson. It won't happen again."

She smiles graciously, picking up her bag and rising from the desk. You keep your gaze fixed on the floor, afraid to look up at her.

Suddenly, you feel her presence drawing near. Your heart races as she stops right in front of you. Before you can react, a slip of paper lands on your outstretched hand.

Startled, you glance down at the note and then up at Mrs. Anderson, who is standing close enough that you can smell her perfume. You realize the paper contains her phone number.

Her smirk widens. "Call me," she purrs before sauntering away, her hips swaying enticingly.

You stand there, frozen, your mind reeling with shock and excitement. Did that really just happen?

Still reeling from your encounter with Mrs. Anderson, you manage to drag yourself to the gymnasium for your next class. As you enter, you spot Trish and Casey waving at you from the other side of the room. The air is thick with tension as the boys and girls size each other up warily.

Robert and Shaun are nearby, and Robert starts introducing you to some of the other guys. Before long, a muscular female teacher strides into the room, her no-nonsense demeanor commanding immediate attention.

"Class, stand at attention!" she barks. "I'm Mrs. Rock, and I'll be your gym instructor. Listen up, because I don't tolerate fools or slackers."

Mrs. Rock's sharp gaze sweeps across the room, lingering on each student in turn. Her voice is stern as she continues, "I expect nothing less than your best effort. And any funny business will earn you a swift trip to the principal's office. Understood?"

The class mumbles its assent, a mix of nervousness and **** respect evident in the room.