Here's all you needed to know about this sickening city known as Todos Santos: It's a glossy dot on a world map, but with an influence as big as the size of an elephant, hence it's home to most of the egoistical, wealthy, and entitled teenagers in the world with bank accounts larger than the whole of America. Backed by Principal Churchill's threat to have me fired, the students knew I couldn't fail them. Aside from losing this job, their parents had more than enough billions to strip me of my citizenship and banish me to Neptune where I'd freeze to death. These kids took advantage of the tight spot I was in, doing whatever crap they wanted in class, not much to my surprise though. I expected it.
But two days after the incident with Principal Churchill and her darling son, things turned around for the better.I taught all six classes, and the first five of the day had the students so comported and attentive, I began to wonder if they'd been brainwashed or hypnotized to be that calm. Knowing fully well that this might be some ploy, I went along with whatever they had in mind, glad that for once I didn't have to battle snarky remarks or slap someone's forehead with a detention slip. But it was the sixth and most important class that held the biggest surprise for me.I slipped into class as soon as the bell rang — and wished the ground would open up and swallow me when I saw Principal Churchill and Ryan seated in the front row, their presence eliciting a kind of invisible blanket to lull the normally noisy students to a state of an uncomfortable calm. I was shaken up, brain fuzzy with confusion. “G-Good morning ma'am. D-Did you need anything?” I babbled, holding onto the edge of the teachers' desk. If Ryan was here, it could only mean trouble.Oh God, that Wednesday!I considered faking dizziness and afterward, passing out but that would only help in fanning Principal Churchill's wrath which she'd unleash the minute I opened my eyes."No, not at all." She shoots me an insincere smile that makes my knees weak. Gesturing towards the door and turning to look briefly at a poker-faced Ryan, she ordered. "To my office. Now."The students still maintained that deathlike silence till we were out the door. As soon as I clinked it shut, the whole class was taken by a storm, one which Principal Churchill didn't acknowledge but was very well aware of. She seemed more concerned rather if I was following her behind. "Quickly now, Mr. Cartwright. I haven't got all day. You too, Ryan. You're the cause of this."Giving myself a mental slap for temporarily forgetting the sex god beside me, I glanced up at him reluctantly for clarifications. He seemed to be taking this a lot calmer than I was and my alarm bells were instantly chiming with the way he avoided my gaze.Shit.She inserted her key into the door, drew it open, and stepped aside to let us troop in before her. I felt her eyes bore into my neck like lasers. Swallowing a lump, my hand instantly clutched my necklace tighter.Ryan plopped down comfortably on one of the swivel seats for guests while I was too troubled to move. The suspense was getting pretty serious and I hated it."Sit."I slowly lowered my butt to the chair, tensed. Ryan placed a hand on my kneecap underneath the desk in comfort but I shoved it off. Now wasn't the time to be tempting."Mr. Sam, do you by any chance have any idea why you're here?"I was so nervous I couldn't breathe but somehow managed a shaky, "No."It was only two days ago I sat before her in this suffocating office of hers, receiving a scolding and risking a potential job loss. Her office, with its achromatic furniture and weird antiques of cats and snakes, scared the shit out of me every fucking time.Leaning back onto the chair properly, arms on the rest, she closed her eyes and exhaled. "The incident that happened a few days ago at the lot with my son, Ryan."At the mention of Ryan's name, my shoulders sagged. It was over. Rock fucking bottom.Jokes apart, I peed myself right there and then. I was terrified, though I'd resigned myself to fate. There was no escaping this, job over.Just like always, I screwed myself and my family up. But this time, it was all thanks to my stubborn dick."Principal Churchill, I can explain," I blurted out in a last-ditch attempt to salvage whatever I had left of a rotten career. She stood up in a flash too, leaned forward, and shoved me back into the chair. If I wasn't consumed with guilt, I wouldn't have let that insult on my manhood go by, respect be damned.But what appeared, even more, appeared appalling was Ryan's blatant silence, as though he was a mere bystander watching the scene, not the instigator."No," She held up a hand calmly, showing off her colorful, manicured nails. "I can explain. Ryan might be a spoilt brat but what he did was in no way meant to poke fun at you. He said he never saw you crossing, hence why he ran you over. It might look irresponsible of him to drive off without checking to see if you were okay, but you've got to understand that he just turned eighteen. He panicked, which is perfectly normal. I beg of you though to not file a police report. Please. It'd leave a dent on his clear record which he needs to advance his career as a football star."Barely allowing me to respond, she went on. "I'll write you a check for your injuries, and of course, also compensate you for the inconvenience as well. I'll be damned if I let one stupid mistake ruin my son's reputation he so desperately needs." She plucked her purse from her bag, took out her pen and notebook, hastily scribbled on it.She didn't know about my boner, nor the kiss. All she knew was that Ryan came back home yesterday, bawling his eyes out and spewing out his twisted version of what happened at the parking lot. He knew what I stood to lose if he told her what really transpired that day, and I couldn't be more grateful.Still tongue-tied and at a loss with the turn of events, Principal Churchill brooked no room for protests as she continued, her demeanor morphing from the soft-spoken lady of two seconds to her usually authoritative, demeaning persona. “This little tiff is not to leave the walls of this room under any circumstances. Do you understand, Mr Cartwright?” She thrusted the cheque at me, face taut with annoyance. “If you have any objections to all I've said, you can tell me. Or rather, tell us. You're too silent for Christssake. You're a man, not a dumb.” What in fuck's sake does the witch expect me to say? What does she want from me? Here she was, practically begging me to save her son's reputation and yet, she was still gutsy enough to force me to it by paying me off like I'm some goon who'd gotten his hands dirty for her. It was most ridiculous! Her hate for me was so stifling, it made me mad! Was it my fault, that, I wasn't born into a wealthy, well-to-do family? Was it my fault that we
Ryan suddenly became rigid, his stare potent enough to nip my neck in half as he crooned in a somewhat robotic voice. “Because,” he said slowly, his soft pink parting as he drank me in. “It's my wish to fuck a male teacher before I go play for NHL, and you Mr Samuel... you're the chosen one.” Stunned, surprised, confused, all but morphed into one dangerous feeling that clawed at my guts, pooled in between my quivering thighs and sparked in my glassy eyes. I was beyond mad. Scooting my chair backwards blindly, I loomed over him with a sneer that contrasted with the sheer delight in his eyes on how his revelation had riled me up so bad. It took all I had in me not to punch him on the face right there. “My deepest apologies, Sir Ryan.” I managed in the calmest tone I could muster yet I could tell he could hear the rage rippling underneath. “I haven't enough brain cells to understand exactly what you're driving at, but to the best of my knowledge it seemed you're looking for every opport
I didn't go back home immediately just as Ryan instructed. I knew I was digging my own grave. I knew what he very well had in mind to do to me behind completely closed doors. I knew the wrecking implications it'd have on my future and career as a teacher — that's if I was lucky to get another teaching job after this — and also, I knew it was a stab to all my principles and self-dignity as a mature adult. I knew it all. But I was stuck. Stuck in between the devil — Ryan Churchill and his dirty-hot mouth — and the deep blue sea — his irritably, hypocritical mother and my forbidden passions. I decided to spend the afternoon window shopping. Normally, whenever I had a lot on my mind to think about, the sight of nice things I could buy as decorations or gifts helped me relax. And what was more pretty was that I still had a lot of cash to burn from Principal Churchill's bribe paycheck. I'd paid father's medicalbills for an entire year, and a six-month rent advance. The rremainder; a whopp
“What the hell!” Ryan hissed as he tumbled onto the smelly, red-carpeted floor of my room. I dove out from the sheets in fear, eyes narrowing in the realization of what I'd just done. Oh shit. “Oh shit, that's right,” Ryan growled, standing up. I shrank underneath his stare, but then again who really was the eldest in the room? “What the hell did you do that for? You could've broken my waist.” “I'm sorry...it was just... your fingers, three at once... it's too much, you were basically splitting me in half!” “Well, newsflash: my dick is more effective than my three fingers combined so you bloody better get used to it 'cause I'm not leaving this room without fucking you. I would've done it slow and sweet but you kept me waiting. The consequences? Rough and mean. Get on that bed right now with your head turned down and spread that booty like a whore. My whore.” he ordered, his signature smirk not at all matching the hardness of his eyes. “Now. Mr. Sam.” “No,” I replied flatly, a sud
The next week at school was unbelievably too good to be true. The students were so well behaved and attentive that I realized I'd underestimated the influence of my new fuck-buddy. He'd obviously spread the word around not to mess with Mr Cartwright, and to think he wasn't even a student here. No one was smart enough to ask why, not even Mummy Dearest who was avoiding me like the plague. Everyone naturally assumed Ryan wanted to make me happy because he ran me over at the parking lot. No one ever suspected that we were running each other over in our free time. It became like a routine each day; school, home, fuck. School, home, fuck. I taught all my classes then ensured I left the office last. Apart from office work, Ryan kept me distracted with his haunty form poised at the door, his smile bewitching as he teased me to blow him or for us to do a missionary position. Each time, I reminded him of the implications of getting caught on school grounds but his persistence erroded my insis
The days that followed were filled with loads of chain orgasms, kiss bites, and ass squeezing in old storerooms and deserted classrooms. A whirlwind of bliss and grave consequences, addictive lust. How I survived my prickling conscience was not to dwell too much on the moment but to bask in how pleasurable and wrong it felt. I didn't allow myself to think about how my actions would paint a gory future, not just for me but for the air-headed kid who still had a lifetime of dreams and college football to get to. Getting more and more tied up with family dinners and football practice, Ryan found other creative ways to stick around after school each day and spend time with me. I never knew how he did it, since Principal Churchill was obviously getting suspicious of his movements and passed me the stink eye each time I walked out of the school block three hours after dismissal. I swear, she was up to something. Or she knew something. Either way, I couldn't bring myself to care right now. W
Lordee took out a pack of Benson cigarettes and a purple lighter from his pockets. He lit up one smoothly, rolling up his sleeves and steadying his oversized hoody. Inked images of ferocious looking cats graced the back of his arms, up his biceps to his shoulders though it was mostly hidden by the thick fabric. His eyes were bloodshot, hovering over his victims with the preciseness of a cat. He squatted down, exhaling softly, the smoke whirling in fine circles into the face of one of the boys who was now sobbing quietly, dreading the verdict. The guy gasped and choked on a cough, tears streaming down his cheeks as he wheezed hard but didn't dare move an inch. It looked like a public execution and I knew I couldn't let things escalate past this point. The police chief was Lordee's uncle so involving the cops would have gotten me nowhere. Besides I had a personal beef with George Adams years back when he'd tried to talk me into drugs and I reported his fat arse to the Sheriff. Threatenin
“You think I'm kidding?” I asked coolly, trying all I could to look tough and not give myself away of how scared I suddenly felt. “Let them all go now before I involve Sheriff Palsby. You very well know what shit went down the last time he came running.” I added that subtle threat hoping it'd bug him a little. He was neutral at first, but then when he took a step forward and I saw the menace burning in his irises, I suddenly realized that I was the one in fact getting threatened. His eyes were black and void; an empty space filled with doom and anger threatening to pull me underwater. I strengthened my stand and tightened my fists, raised my chin up to him defiantly. Crap, this was happening. I was standing up to Lordee Adams once again. “You think I'd budge under your flimsy threat?” he barked out a burst of maniacal laughter. “Do it, fucker. I fucking dare you. Go ahead and test me. I'd love you for that. It'll get you faster behind bars and I wouldn't have to see your sour-ass fac