"That's it Coma!" Coach Bruce yelled, i breast stroke the hell out of the pool before climbing out, positioning my one piece red bikini, Manchester Prep wrote down my waist. "If you want to get into the finals, get your act together." I nodded and walked off the locker room, undressing and stood under the shower, washing the chlorine from my body.

"You stroked that pool today," Mandy grinned at me and stood next to me, washing her soap off. "So hard." I giggled and pushed my hair out of my face. "So i have heard some rumors."

"And what is on the daily grapevine today?" I sighed, brushing my fingers through my roots. "Someone getting banned again from the school."

"No, someone is pregnant." I arched my brow giving her 'who is it look' "I don't know who it is, but is a senior, must be a whore."

"Not much detail Chandler." I grumbled, wrapping the towel around my body.

"Don't worry Coma, only the second period. I will get the detail's before this day is over."

"Good luck." I walked to my locker and began to dress myself. I was not that sharp today in the pool, my mind keeping going back to what happened last night and this morning in the elevator. I could still feel his finger inside of me, i squirmed and shrugged my panties on.

"You know you can get a boob job." Mandy snapped at someone, "It looks like two hacky sacks." I bite down on my lip, holding in my laugh.

I finished dressing myself just in time when the bell rang for third period. English. Son of a bitch.

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I walked in and gave a wave to Juliet who was smiling brightly at me. I took my seat and removed my books and pens, placing them down on the desk. Leaning back i crossed my arms. "Good morning girls, boys-" He turned to Kellin. "Miss. Quinn." Kellin made a face at him and lowered his head. "Lets get started," Sir clapped his hands together and sat down on the edge of the desk. "Summery of chapter one if you wish Miss. Simms."

She cleared her throat and flipped open her book. "In an empty schoolroom, a dark-eyed, rigid man emphatically expresses to the schoolmaster and another adult his desire for children to be taught facts, saying that “nothing else will ever be of any service to them.” She said, reading it off her page.

He nodded and glanced at me. "Dickens was concerned with the miserable lives of the poor and working classes in the England of his day, and Hard Times is one of several of his novels that addresses these social problems directly. Its one of his greatest works. If you have read it, you would agree with me- do you?"

I bite down on my lip and nodded. "I agree." He stiffened and arched his brow. I released my lip and shrugged.

"Think about the character of Bounderby. How might this character fit with Dickens’s social program to explode the myth of the self-made man?Originally from an aristocratic background, Mrs. Sparsit has fallen on hard times, and she must work as Bounderby’s housekeeper for a living. Because she wants to marry Bounderby so that she can share his wealth, Mrs. Sparsit secretly connives to destroy his marriage to Louisa." I listened to him with a breathtaking look, just the way he talked make me all bloom and shiver. He is one of God's best creation. "So lets make it fun, i will point to you and ask you a question, get it right.. you have the next period off. Get it wrong, you will help Mr, Gaskarth with the pep rally." The class groaned, no one wants to work with Mr. Gaskarth, i never had him for class so i don't know what he is like. "Kellin!" Kellin jumped up. "Theme."

"Themes are the fundamental and often universal ideas explored in a literary work."He answered, rather shaky of his response.

"Correct." Kellin sunk into his seat, breathing heavily. "Mika." My eyes grew wide. "Motifs?"

Oh crap, oh crap. I bite my lip and looked up to the ceiling. The book was on my bed when Andrew came in last night, letting him vanish, i close my eyes and opened them again. "Motifs are recurring structures, contrasts, or literary devices that can help to develop and inform the text’s major themes."

He held to his 'no' or 'yes' for a moment, letting me soak in my nervousness. "Correct." I breathed hard just as Kellin and let my head fell down to the desk. "Juliet, symbols."

Juliet arched her brow and shook her head. "Don't know." How does she not know? Hell i know this one, why did he not ask me this one!

"Mika, answer it."

"Wait why me, i answered mine already." I whined.

"You can save your little friend here, if you answer it right, she won't go."

"Ugh," I groaned making Andrew gave me the 'i will spank you' look. I rolled my eyes and answered the question. "Symbols are objects, characters, figures, or colors used to represent abstract ideas or concepts."

"Correct." He walked over to me and leaned over. A huge smile on his face. "Roll your eyes at me again and i will give your classmates a show by throwing you over my knee and spank you with my ruler."

"So-sorry." I whispered.

He leaned back and walked around the class, starting to question my other peers. I turned to Juliet who mouthed a thank you to me. I nodded as a you're welcome and lowered my head again, screwing my eyes shut trying to get the wetness from my thighs vanish.

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