TASHAI exit the class in a jiffy to go in search of all four of them. When I entered the class earlier, I was too focused in reaching Diane that I did not notice their absence.My heart is beating so fast as I hurry down the empty hallway, looking around the corners and straining my ears to know if I can hear any familiar voices, but all I can hear is the optimal silence of the empty hallway. Something just does not feel right. This I know.Just as I try to speed past the door leading to the school empty gym to continue my search for them, low echoing murmurs coming from inside the gym draws my attention to the slightly open door.What the hell? Apparently, no one should be in the school gym by this time.Curiosity grabs the best of me, and I retrace my steps back. I take a look inside the gym through the slightly open door, squinting my eyes to try to make out the two male faces in there while also being careful not to touch the door. Rage pounds hard and deep inside me when I see

TASHAJason snirks a chuckle at me and unhooks Diane's hand from his arm, tucking his hands into his pockets before stepping closer to my face, his dark gray eyes digging into mine. "You know Tasha, you really amaze me with that sharp tongue of yours that sometimes, I wonder if I really dated a girl like you. You want me to give you back your textbook right?""So that means that you are actually the one who stole my textbook." I scoff, my blood boiling. "Look Jason, I am not going to answer that bloody question you just asked. And I am not going to repeat myself.""Just who the hell do you think you are Tasha?" He sneers, his breaths fanning against my cheeks.I stare daggers at him, remaining unfazed by his arrogant attitude. "I am the girl who is so ready to fuck you up right now if you do not return back what you fucking stole from me. You are so pathetic Jason, stopping so low just to prank me in order to soothe your sick, disgusting ego. I guess you wanted my attention. Now you h

TASHAMy thighs part more for him, surrendering to the intense pleasure his fingers vow to give to my body already aching for him. Mister Richard has taken over from Peter, addressing the class about how Macbeth's wife persuaded Macbeth to kill King Duncan. I know I am not that king, but the tingling sensation in-between my thighs is killing me right now.Nate's breathing quickens as his fingers begin rubbing the wet slit of my pussy. I can tell he is enjoying this by the naughty smile on his face. I bite back a moan as I shift my hips forward to his hand in a silent plea for him to fuck me with his fingers. Everyone is too focused on Mister Richard to care about the sexual tension growing and sizzling between Nate and me right now.His fingers tease me again before shifting aside the material of my panties. I hiss in strangled air through my teeth when his fingers brush over my bare wet pussy. My breath catches in my throat as his fingers glide along the slick entrance of my soaked c

TASHAMore of her pictures pour in, including a video showing her head bent backwards, her eyes shut as she relishes in the esctasy of the whitish substance, some of which are coating her nostrils. The video is explicitly showing that she is getting high on drugs in a bright lavishly furnished room. I squint my eyes closer and notice that the outfit she is wearing in the video is the same bikini outfit she wore at Conrad's party last time. Loud music is also booming in the background of the video.If my guess is right, it means she was doing drugs at Conrad's party back then. But Diane. . . . .the Diane I know does not do drugs.In fact, I do not know anything anymore. And whoever took that video of her is really sneaky and cruel. Why did they even post it!?Fuck."What the hell?" Jennie tries muttering quietly, looking up from her phone and turning around, staring at Diane. "This is unbelievable."Loud waves of whispers fill the entire atmosphere. Shocked expressions from everyone pin

TASHAAfter changing into some fresh bum shorts and a tank top, I make my way down to the kitchen to get some snacks and fruit juice for us. Coming out from the kitchen with the refreshments, I see that Nate has already made himself comfortable on the longest fluffy sofa in the sitting room, his shirt hanging on the armrest of the sofa. Some of his messy hair curls fall over his eyes, his fingers punching away at his phone screen. My pulse quickens as I just continue to watch him relaxing there on the sofa, half naked. Looking carefree and so fucking gorgeous. I snap back to my senses when I begin to feel the weight of the snacks and packs of fruit juice that I am carrying in my hands. I gently keep them down on the dining table behind me and slip out my phone from the pocket of my bum shorts. Without a flash, I take a couple unknown pictures of him sitting there, lost in his phone. He looks so effortlessly hot. He is my supermodel. I smile to myself as I tuck back my phone into my