School Girls' Stories - New Generation

Chapter 3 – Darrke Memeshii

“Dane, you and Leela should stop talking,” Mr. Diotrephes said from the front of the class, his lavender eyes narrowing in on the third Memeshii child. Darrke looked anything but happy at the addressing of his name.

“It’s Darrke,” Darrke corrected, hating his original name.

“It’s Dane,” Mr. Diotrephes argued, “and your mom suffers enough with you as a child to have you forsaking your name.”

“I don’t forsake it,” Darrke argued, hating that Mr. Diotrephes was not only his teacher but a friend of the family’s. “I have just combined the two names, she should be honored.”

“Why don’t you see me after class so we can finish this,” Mr. Diotrephes suggested, his eyes narrowing on his student. “You and Leela both.”

When Mr. Diotrephes turned his back to continue the discussion on why atoms were what they were and other type things that Darrke had no interest in Leela leaned over to him, whispering once more, which was what had them in trouble in the first place. “He is so hot,” she whispered. “I would not mind doing detention with him.”

Darrke rolled his eyes, completely disgusted with his best friend. “He’s old,” Darrke pointed out.

“You’re old,” Leela grumbled, sitting back in her seat and not paying a bit of attention to a word Mr. Diotrephes was saying. Darrke was not paying much attention either, he was trying his hardest not to pay attention to anything at all. The only thing he wanted to think about was what he was going to do when he came home from school, which was far more important than any of this crap. What was the point of school? Did they teach anything the every day person would need to know for a normal job? If he became a business man would he need to know the orbit of the planets and the names of all of their moons? If he became a dentist would it really matter how many molecules made up the calcium build up that was tartar? No, he just needed the answer to the solution. What was the point of all of this useless knowledge?

After a long fifty-five minutes of class the bell rang, releasing Darrke from his own personal Hell, until Leela reminded him that they had to stop and see Mr. Diotrephes, who was less than thrilled with the two of them.

“I have a job for the two of you,” he said without turning his back to glance at them, he just continued to clean off the dry erase board. The man was gorgeous for a man in his early forties, his white hair premature, but silky, his lavender eyes constantly changing like his mood. He was built like a wrestler, and his legs were long and his ass tight. These were things that Darrke should not have been noticing about his teacher and he nearly spit the taste out of his mouth.

“Anything, Mr. Diotrephes,” Leela said excitedly, playing the obedient little girl though earlier in class she could do anything but be obedient.

“Every day one of you is going to be here to help me set up labs for the next day,” Mr. Diotrephes said. “The two of you can take turns, Leela one day, Dane the next.”

“Darrke.”

“It is up to you how you do it, who gets what day, and the like,” Mr. Diotrephes continued. “I do not care as long as one of you is here.”

“I’ll be here today!” Leela said excitedly. Darrke rolled his eyes at his friend.

“Fine,” Mr. Diotrephes finally turned and faced the two of them, his disapproving eyes falling upon Darrke. “I will see you tonight, Leela,” and then the two of them were dismissed, easily as that.

Walking down the halls to their next class, which they did not share but was within the same corridor, Leela was skipping and Darrke was brooding. “You can do all of the days if you want,” Darrke suggested, hoping that Leela would willingly bend over backwards and do his bidding.

“I think not,” Leela laughed. “As much as I would love to be in a classroom with Mr. Diotrephes by myself, every day, on Thursdays I have swim practice. I must keep this lithe figure.”

“For what? You certainly aren’t interested in any man I know,” Darrke pointed out.

“Of course I am,” Leela laughed. “I’m in love with Mr. Diotrephes.”

Darrke lowered his head sadly. “You are kidding, right?”

Leela shook her head fervently. “Not a chance I’m kidding,” she said diligently. “I have loved him since I first saw him, and he will be mine!”

“I’m… going to class,” Darrke said quickly and ducked into his English class, which Leela had right after him, but first she had to go to math. Within the classroom Darrke wished he was safe, but he was far from it as he nearly rammed into his teacher, a sensual woman with rounder curves than the waif models that her family seemed to produce. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a tight bun, her oval black glasses arranged perfectly on her nose, and her blue eyes twinkling happily as she turned and looked at Darrke.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Kiseki,” he said unhappily. Lilis Kiseki, Shinwa’s young baby sister who had become a teacher at the high school last year. What was worse was Darrke had the displeasure of being her student this year.

“Good afternoon, Darrke!” Ms. Kiseki said, bouncing, her accentuated curves bouncing with her. “Please take your seat, we have a lot to go over today.” She said it just because she wanted to seem important. Darrke wondered constantly how Lilis Kiseki had become a teacher. She was vacuous and airheaded and she was flighty. She seemed to have been spoiled while living with her brother and his wife, and it showed in her perfect marble skin.

Darrke sat in his seat and slammed his head on the desk. “This is going to be another rotten day.”