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A/N: Hi, this is just one of those strange and bugging thoughts you have. I had to let it out. Reviews would be nice.
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Vikki Bishop stared into the dirt-smudged mirror. The thick walls of the building muffled the sound of students moving noisily out of the hall after an assembly, pushing to get to their next lesson; the leaky tap dripped frustratingly slowly.
Touching the cool surface that captured her reflection, Vikki sighed. A noise outside the door alerted her to the approach of a person, and she dived into a cubicle, slamming the door and jamming the stiff lock in place. She hopped up onto the toilet seat, balancing steadily.
Seconds later, the door outside the cubicle creaked open and there was the sound of heels on the wet, tile floor.
Then came the voice, sharp and high, “Victoria? Victoria, are you in here? If you are, I suggest you get to your lesson quickly, or I shall have to inform senior staff that you are skiving again.”
Vikki swallowed as quietly as she could and shifted her weight slightly. The toilet seat creaked and she froze, but the shutting of the door covered the sound. Slowly, she let one foot touch the floor, then the other one. Carefully, she crouched down and peaked under the cubicle door. She surveyed the floor of the bathroom and, when she realized there was no one else in the room, she straightened herself and unlocked the door.
It swung open at an odd angle and Vikki wandered back over to the mirror. Staring straight into her own grey eyes, she slipped her hand into the top pocket of her white shirt and pulled out a lipstick. As she streaked the pastel pink colour across her lips, tears gathered in her eyes.
Once again she would try to get noticed – just by one person - but it would never happen. She was just Vikki.
Just Vikki.
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One floor up, Mr. Jonathan Parker shifted behind his desk and scanned the class again. No, she definitely wasn’t there. Why? Was she ill today? She was very rarely ill.
Slowly, he stood up, rubbing the back of his neck. He moved deftly around his desk and was about to make his way towards Sally Melder, when the girl he was going to inquire about opened the classroom door.
“Sorry I’m late, sir.” She said quietly, closing the door behind her and moving towards her seat.
“Don’t worry, Miss Bishop.” Jonathan shook his head, smiling slightly as he returned to the chair behind his desk, directly in front of her.
Quickly, he pulled open his draw and took out the work that the rest of the class had already started. Shutting the draw, he stood up and made his way to her desk. He took the empty seat next to her, watching as she turned her head to look over the noisy class. Nobody took any notice of her entrance, and she sighed and turned back to him.
He explained the work briefly, then asked her to explain it to him, so he knew that she had understood. Watching her lips, he realized that she had a pale shade of pink lipstick on. That made him smile. Her long lashes fluttered down over her beautiful slate grey eyes as she blinked, pausing to try and remember something. Then she flicked her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder and her melodic voice started again slowly.
Sitting back slowly, Jonathan chanced a glance from the corner of his eye. Her tie was loose and the first few buttons of her white shirt was open, revealing the skin that tempted him so much.
It was wrong, he knew that, but… well, it was only his thoughts. He wasn’t so stupid as to think he could seduce a student and expect to get away with it. He had ex-colleagues who had been sacked – and couldn’t get jobs again – for less.
There was no harm in just looking and fantasizing though, was there.
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Lunchtime was nearly over when Alexandria Montayra sighed, as she stretched out on the grass next to Jack. He reached over and grasped her hand tightly. She flexed her fingers, uncomfortable in his forceful hold.
“So,” He asked, “What lesson you got next?”
Alexandria groaned, “Drama. I wish I could just skip it!”
“You can!” Jack insisted.
“My mum would kill me.” She stated. She sighed, “I guess it won’t be so bad. I have to work with that Vikki girl –“
“Icky Vikki, you mean!” Jack laughed.
Alexandria swatted his arm with her free hand, “Shut up! She’s okay really, just a bit quiet! Anyway, even though I’m in a group with her, I’ve still got Claire and Jason –“
“Jason Lee?” Jack asked, suddenly sitting up and looking down at her with suspicious eyes.
Nodding, Alexandria said slowly, “Yeah. The group is Vikki, Claire, Jason and me. We’re doing a project on marriage – Hey! What’re you doing!”
Jack had swung one leg over her waist, keeping the other one firmly planted on the grass so that he knelt over her. Grabbing both her wrists roughly, he pinned her to the ground, moving his menacing face close to hers.
“You slut!” He shouted, making her flinch, “I bet you’re fucking him, aren’t you? ARE’T YOU! Why do I even bother with you!” He leaned down, close to her ear, “You’re just a cheap, dirty whore…” Sitting back again, he smirked, as she tried to push him off, but he was two years older than her and a lot stronger. “How much? I bet you don’t charge a lot, eh? £1 for a fuck? What d’you think?”
He let go of her wrists and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Immediately, she rolled over, throwing him off of her.
Wiping the tears from her face, Alexandria scrambled away and staggered to her feet.
She backed away, pointing at Jack as he rolled over to look at her, “You stay away from me! I told you! One more time! Any more jealously! I told you! Just stay away!”
Alexandria turned and ran back across the football field towards the school building.
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Jack Taylor strolled moodily along the deserted corridor. He pulled he chewing gum from his mouth, stretching it with his teeth, before sticking it on the wall with an extra hard push from his thumb.
Alex was so sensitive. Yeah, he had some ‘issues’ as she had called them, but so what? It wasn’t like he was a murderer or anything.
Although, he would like to murder Jason Lee right now. Stupid prick. Alex was his. Jack’s. No one else’s. Jason Lee was just jealous that Jack had the prettiest girl I the whole building. Yeah, so she had said that she never wanted to see him again, but she was only faking it. She wasn’t a proper whore, but she was a tease!
He was jolted by his thoughts by a moan. Carefully, he went back down the corridor until he came to the room where the moaning was coming from.
Jack knelt down and peered through the keyhole, nearly fainting at what he saw. Mr. Parker – the maths teacher – had his wife – the Geography teacher – up against the back wall of his classroom. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and his trousers were around his ankles; although, thankfully, he was wearing a long coat that covered everything.
After a few minutes of being slammed into a wall, Mrs. Parker started to scream, pushing her hips against her husband’s. But Mr. Parker shoved a hand over her mouth to stifle the noise, though he himself almost yelled, hoarsely, “Vikki!”
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A/N: Thanks for reading! x x x
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x x x
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Vikki Bishop stared into the dirt-smudged mirror. The thick walls of the building muffled the sound of students moving noisily out of the hall after an assembly, pushing to get to their next lesson; the leaky tap dripped frustratingly slowly.
Touching the cool surface that captured her reflection, Vikki sighed. A noise outside the door alerted her to the approach of a person, and she dived into a cubicle, slamming the door and jamming the stiff lock in place. She hopped up onto the toilet seat, balancing steadily.
Seconds later, the door outside the cubicle creaked open and there was the sound of heels on the wet, tile floor.
Then came the voice, sharp and high, “Victoria? Victoria, are you in here? If you are, I suggest you get to your lesson quickly, or I shall have to inform senior staff that you are skiving again.”
Vikki swallowed as quietly as she could and shifted her weight slightly. The toilet seat creaked and she froze, but the shutting of the door covered the sound. Slowly, she let one foot touch the floor, then the other one. Carefully, she crouched down and peaked under the cubicle door. She surveyed the floor of the bathroom and, when she realized there was no one else in the room, she straightened herself and unlocked the door.
It swung open at an odd angle and Vikki wandered back over to the mirror. Staring straight into her own grey eyes, she slipped her hand into the top pocket of her white shirt and pulled out a lipstick. As she streaked the pastel pink colour across her lips, tears gathered in her eyes.
Once again she would try to get noticed – just by one person - but it would never happen. She was just Vikki.
Just Vikki.
!(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)!
One floor up, Mr. Jonathan Parker shifted behind his desk and scanned the class again. No, she definitely wasn’t there. Why? Was she ill today? She was very rarely ill.
Slowly, he stood up, rubbing the back of his neck. He moved deftly around his desk and was about to make his way towards Sally Melder, when the girl he was going to inquire about opened the classroom door.
“Sorry I’m late, sir.” She said quietly, closing the door behind her and moving towards her seat.
“Don’t worry, Miss Bishop.” Jonathan shook his head, smiling slightly as he returned to the chair behind his desk, directly in front of her.
Quickly, he pulled open his draw and took out the work that the rest of the class had already started. Shutting the draw, he stood up and made his way to her desk. He took the empty seat next to her, watching as she turned her head to look over the noisy class. Nobody took any notice of her entrance, and she sighed and turned back to him.
He explained the work briefly, then asked her to explain it to him, so he knew that she had understood. Watching her lips, he realized that she had a pale shade of pink lipstick on. That made him smile. Her long lashes fluttered down over her beautiful slate grey eyes as she blinked, pausing to try and remember something. Then she flicked her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder and her melodic voice started again slowly.
Sitting back slowly, Jonathan chanced a glance from the corner of his eye. Her tie was loose and the first few buttons of her white shirt was open, revealing the skin that tempted him so much.
It was wrong, he knew that, but… well, it was only his thoughts. He wasn’t so stupid as to think he could seduce a student and expect to get away with it. He had ex-colleagues who had been sacked – and couldn’t get jobs again – for less.
There was no harm in just looking and fantasizing though, was there.
!(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)!
Lunchtime was nearly over when Alexandria Montayra sighed, as she stretched out on the grass next to Jack. He reached over and grasped her hand tightly. She flexed her fingers, uncomfortable in his forceful hold.
“So,” He asked, “What lesson you got next?”
Alexandria groaned, “Drama. I wish I could just skip it!”
“You can!” Jack insisted.
“My mum would kill me.” She stated. She sighed, “I guess it won’t be so bad. I have to work with that Vikki girl –“
“Icky Vikki, you mean!” Jack laughed.
Alexandria swatted his arm with her free hand, “Shut up! She’s okay really, just a bit quiet! Anyway, even though I’m in a group with her, I’ve still got Claire and Jason –“
“Jason Lee?” Jack asked, suddenly sitting up and looking down at her with suspicious eyes.
Nodding, Alexandria said slowly, “Yeah. The group is Vikki, Claire, Jason and me. We’re doing a project on marriage – Hey! What’re you doing!”
Jack had swung one leg over her waist, keeping the other one firmly planted on the grass so that he knelt over her. Grabbing both her wrists roughly, he pinned her to the ground, moving his menacing face close to hers.
“You slut!” He shouted, making her flinch, “I bet you’re fucking him, aren’t you? ARE’T YOU! Why do I even bother with you!” He leaned down, close to her ear, “You’re just a cheap, dirty whore…” Sitting back again, he smirked, as she tried to push him off, but he was two years older than her and a lot stronger. “How much? I bet you don’t charge a lot, eh? £1 for a fuck? What d’you think?”
He let go of her wrists and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Immediately, she rolled over, throwing him off of her.
Wiping the tears from her face, Alexandria scrambled away and staggered to her feet.
She backed away, pointing at Jack as he rolled over to look at her, “You stay away from me! I told you! One more time! Any more jealously! I told you! Just stay away!”
Alexandria turned and ran back across the football field towards the school building.
!(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)!
Jack Taylor strolled moodily along the deserted corridor. He pulled he chewing gum from his mouth, stretching it with his teeth, before sticking it on the wall with an extra hard push from his thumb.
Alex was so sensitive. Yeah, he had some ‘issues’ as she had called them, but so what? It wasn’t like he was a murderer or anything.
Although, he would like to murder Jason Lee right now. Stupid prick. Alex was his. Jack’s. No one else’s. Jason Lee was just jealous that Jack had the prettiest girl I the whole building. Yeah, so she had said that she never wanted to see him again, but she was only faking it. She wasn’t a proper whore, but she was a tease!
He was jolted by his thoughts by a moan. Carefully, he went back down the corridor until he came to the room where the moaning was coming from.
Jack knelt down and peered through the keyhole, nearly fainting at what he saw. Mr. Parker – the maths teacher – had his wife – the Geography teacher – up against the back wall of his classroom. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and his trousers were around his ankles; although, thankfully, he was wearing a long coat that covered everything.
After a few minutes of being slammed into a wall, Mrs. Parker started to scream, pushing her hips against her husband’s. But Mr. Parker shoved a hand over her mouth to stifle the noise, though he himself almost yelled, hoarsely, “Vikki!”
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A/N: Thanks for reading! x x x