Relations With Teacher Armstrong, chapter 5
So here I was. In the lounge making out with Billie Joe, when I was supposed to be going to study hall.
"I've never had a teacher pass me a note before," I whispered.
Earlier that day Billie had passed me a note saying to meet him in the lounge at 1:15. According to his watch on my wrist which was now going up my shirt.
Just then we heard someone coming into the lounge. I immediately rushed to the door. It was my French teacher.
"Excuse me Madam," I said and nearly brushed past her.
When I walked out of the lougne Paige Santos was staring directly at me. She was one of the most bitchiest girls in the school.
"'Thanks for covering for me this morning Paige'," she said like I was supposed to know what she was talking about.
"What are you talking about?" I asked walking to Study Hall. Too bad she was doing the same.
"This morning, cheerleading practice, you were not there, aaaaaaaand you are cap-a-tain," she said and pronouced capatian like our french teacher.
"Oh," I said kind of embarassed. "I've been busy lately," I lied.
"Oh really... Busy making out with Mr. Armstrong..."
"What are you talking about. Th-the-there's no such thing," I said getting nervous.
"Oh come on Kylea. The notes. The looks in class. You're always sneaking around with your pants unzipped..." she said then looked down.
"Oops," I said and turned around to zip up my pants. I felt so embarassed.
"So spill it Hayes or I'll tell everyone what I saw..." she said and then laughed. "Ahhhhhhh," she said like she had just gotten a whole day full of pampering." You and Mr. Armostrong. That is so like you. First you get raped 2 years ago and then you find a grown man so he can do the same. But this time win the case."
All that she was saying was not true. Yeah true I did get raped 2 years before. And yeah true I did lose the case when we went to court. But I didn't start going out with him just because of that.
"Santos you have to promise not to say anything to anyone," I said putting out my pinky finger. "...You swear..." She wrapped her pinky finger around mine.
"... Okay it all started..." I told her everything beggining to end, or just present...
"I've never had a teacher pass me a note before," I whispered.
Earlier that day Billie had passed me a note saying to meet him in the lounge at 1:15. According to his watch on my wrist which was now going up my shirt.
Just then we heard someone coming into the lounge. I immediately rushed to the door. It was my French teacher.
"Excuse me Madam," I said and nearly brushed past her.
When I walked out of the lougne Paige Santos was staring directly at me. She was one of the most bitchiest girls in the school.
"'Thanks for covering for me this morning Paige'," she said like I was supposed to know what she was talking about.
"What are you talking about?" I asked walking to Study Hall. Too bad she was doing the same.
"This morning, cheerleading practice, you were not there, aaaaaaaand you are cap-a-tain," she said and pronouced capatian like our french teacher.
"Oh," I said kind of embarassed. "I've been busy lately," I lied.
"Oh really... Busy making out with Mr. Armstrong..."
"What are you talking about. Th-the-there's no such thing," I said getting nervous.
"Oh come on Kylea. The notes. The looks in class. You're always sneaking around with your pants unzipped..." she said then looked down.
"Oops," I said and turned around to zip up my pants. I felt so embarassed.
"So spill it Hayes or I'll tell everyone what I saw..." she said and then laughed. "Ahhhhhhh," she said like she had just gotten a whole day full of pampering." You and Mr. Armostrong. That is so like you. First you get raped 2 years ago and then you find a grown man so he can do the same. But this time win the case."
All that she was saying was not true. Yeah true I did get raped 2 years before. And yeah true I did lose the case when we went to court. But I didn't start going out with him just because of that.
"Santos you have to promise not to say anything to anyone," I said putting out my pinky finger. "...You swear..." She wrapped her pinky finger around mine.
"... Okay it all started..." I told her everything beggining to end, or just present...
