The library

With a shuffle of his feet, Mr. Dinger traversed the school's hallways looking for inspiration. Unfortunately, the school was pretty barren after hours and, beyond the occasional classroom occupied with students and teachers engaged in extra-curricular activities, nothing struck his fancy.

That is, until he walked passed the library.

He actually had to do a double take, having accidentally walked passed it in his haste. Slowly walked back, he peeked through the window, grinning at the sight. Students, staying after hours, in the midst of their studies. There was a pair, a guy and a girl, the latter quite obviously tutoring the former. Both were hunches over a book and the tutor was pointing to something within it, her student trying to make sense of what she was explaining. A few tables behind them sat a mousy-looking brunette, large glasses adorning her frame, mostly hidden behind a book. At the back of the room, sitting in the large plush chairs, a group of girls most likely chatting about the latest gossip floating around the school. And, if he strained his neck to get a better look, what looked like a mixed study group, taking up one of the adjacent rooms. Oh, and Thomas Miller - the school's librarian - was at his desk like he usually was.

With a evil grin, Mr. Dinger opened the closed door, entering the room of books and enlightenment.

Almost immediately, Thomas took notice of him, giving him a curt nod in greeting. Smirking like the devil himself, Mr. Dinger walked up to him, returned his nod, and pointed to the area below his desk. "She giving you some good head down there, Thomas?"

The girl, who in no way had been there before, jumped up at the comment, hitting her head. The librarian, having the dignity of being embarrassed, blushed a deep crimson, loosening his grip on the desk. "Haha yeah..."

"Don't worry," Mr. Dinger reassured him, winking mischievously, "I won't tell anyone."

Content, he strode deeper into the room.

Madison Rupert readjusted her glasses, the pesky things sliding down the bridge of her nose like always. She idly glanced at her watch, losing her spot for the third time in the past ten minutes. She sighed, feeling exasperated.

When she first took Intro to Psych, she'd thought the class would have been interesting. The syllabus had promised a thorough look at the brain, how it functioned, and how the multitude of firing synapses worked together to form an individual's personality. Instead, she's been giving countless readings surrounding different types of psychology branches - Behaviorism, Psychodynamics, Humanism, Cognitive Psychology... It was all so dreadfully boring.

An average girl with average looks and intelligence, Madison didn't have the luxuries the rest of her peers could boast. She didn't have Jennifer's smarts or academic drive - the way that girl was able to balance her athletic talents, the...unfortunate needs associated with them, and her academics was an inspiration - nor was she as attractive as Ms. Perez, who was so hot that practically every guy looked at her when she walked by. Surely, with looks like that, Madison would be able to find a cute guy to help her with her studies. Unfortunately, an average girl like her only had two options: burying her nose in a book and reading until she got it or take part in the SEECA to boost her grade.

And she refused to let herself be used by her teachers for sexual release.

She only just found the paragraph where she'd stopped when a dark figure passed her and helped themselves to the seat across from her. Glancing over her book, her eyes widened as she recognized Mr. Dinger. The teacher, who'd just not-so-elegantly sat down on the plastic chair, had never taught any of her classes, but she did know of him. Mr. Dinger was just like her: average, discrete, unremarkable.

She decided to ignore him and return to her reading, but it seemed Mr. Dinger had something to say because he addressed her not long after having settled himself.

"I'm pretty sure I've seen you before. Ahh, you're..."

Seems like he was trying to place her. While she knew that teachers talked, it was surprising that they'd talked about her. Not a whole lot, evidently, because he was having difficulties recalled her name. "Mad-" She began, only to be interrupted as Mr. Dinger finished.

"...you're Amethyst Gemstone, correct?"

Amethyst's eyes widened; she hadn't expected him to get it right. Although with a name as unique as hers, maybe it hadn't been that far of a stretch. "Yes," the girl half-mumbled, suppressing her shock. "That's me."

Even her book couldn't hide the large grin he gave her. "No doubt named after the purple hair, right? Is that your natural color?"

"It's amethyst, not purple." She corrected, slamming her book and making the aforementioned loose hair dance in the resulting gust. "And yes, it's natural." She put the book down, fighting the urge to glare at the teacher for his rudeness. "Can I help you Mr. Dinger?"

He ignored her question, chuckling instead of answering. "Does the carpet match the drapes?"

The nerve of! Half nodding, half scowling, Amethyst stood up in an instant, grabbing her book and backpack, fully intending on leaving the pervert to his business - no matter how gross they were; she wasn't planning on sticking around to find out. She barely made it five steps before he asked another question.

"I don't suppose I could get a look, can I?"

His question made her pivot, turning back to look at the older man. "Sure," she said, her tone cold as ice, "if it'll get you to leave me alone."

If he was worried she'd be reporting him for his behavior the moment she left the library, he didn't show it. The pervert just grinned as he followed her between the bookcases, where they'd be away from prying eyes. Putting her stuff down, she turned at the teacher and started working at the button supporting her jeans.

"There!" She said as it popped free, the girl pulling on her waistbands to pull both her pants and underwear, exposing herself. "Happy?"

Still smirking, Mr. Dinger peeked down at the parts of her she never showed anyone else, confirming that the carpet did indeed match the drapes. His smile, if possible, grew even wider.

"You know you're pretty special, right?"

"Of course I'm special!" She snapped back, redoing her jeans. "I'm named after a fucking rock and have both the hair and pubes to match!"

He closed his eyes, chuckling as he shook his head. "What I meant, Amethyst, is that your birthstone is linked to sincerity. That must make you pretty sincere, yes?"

"Got that right! And I sincerely hope that you enjoy being reported for sexual harassment!"

The perv just chuckled again. It was starting to get annoying.

"Oh, I don't think that'll be happen."

Amethyst locked eyes with Mr. Dinger, staring daggers through his skull. "Why not?"