My heart was pounding hard in my chest. I’ve never been in this situation before. I sincerely did not know what to do.I just stood in front of Mr. Brett battling within myself on what to do. My brain was not giving me any suggestions and the pride I had for it reduced instantly. How could it disappoint me when I needed it the most? I must be doing well in displaying how pathetic I am.Mr. Brett observed my indecisive struggle and he chuckled. I looked up to meet his gaze. He was smiling down at me.“You're cute,” he said and used his right thumb to brush my cheek. Cute?! That was even the worst. Calling someone cute was only a nicer way of telling the person that she’s not beautiful enough or that she’s weird. The latter is what I felt he meant when he called me cute.My cheek flushed.“What do you want, Misha? Tell me exactly what you want,” he said, taking my hands and placing them firmly to my sides, then lowered himself a little to reach my height. I tilted my neck involuntarily
“You could use a party, Mish. You’ve been sulking for the past six hours since you came back from school.” This was my mom’s tenth attempt to force me to attend one of her insufferable parties. A fashion event party. Those parties would be my death sentence. The one time my mom was able to succeed in dragging me to one, I could literally feel myself dying slowly. My cells were depleting with every passing second. It could have been a painful death indeed.Apart from the fact that I cannot blend in, I get to be in a hall full of air-headed humans. Humans whose beauty provided a means of escape for them. That is just not my kind of crowd.I was so much in a bad mood that if my mom tried one more time to wheedle me into going to that party, I would lose it. Haven’t I suffered enough today?“You wouldn’t even tell us what the problem is. This is becoming too frequent Mish.”“Mom for the hundredth time, it is nothing.” I smuggled into my blanket praying intensely for my mom to leave me al
Jason turned out to be a very interesting person. He stayed over, keeping me company till Mom, Dad and Evy returned from the party. They were happy to see that I had company and not all alone. They didn’t fail to tease me though. No matter how much I protested and tried to convince them that I didn’t stay back from the party because of Jason, they didn’t believe me. They said it was fine and I didn’t have to pretend. I gave up trying to convince them and went along with the flow.It was 6:05am and I was on my way to school. I felt much better when I woke up this morning and I knew it was thanks to Jason. I could only hope that he was being genuine. At times like this, I wouldn’t deny that I really needed a friend. Someone I could talk to. Even if it is not about my present predicament, it would still go a long way to help me.A smile was plastered on my face as I walked down. I was lost with a certain feeling of content. I didn’t know when a car pulled up beside me and was following m
I’ve never walked through this school’s hallway this confidently. Jason and I were conversing on our way to Mathematics class. We were talking about random stuff about ourselves. People were still staring at us, but we ignored them. I was not in a hurry to get to Mathematics class. Thankfully, Jason wasn’t either, so we took our time.“What?! Is barely a week since you came and you are already in the football club?”“Yup. I guess I created an impression the first two times I played. You should watch me play sometime.”I just found out that Jason is good at football and he has already joined the club. He didn’t even get to do trials. No wonder he was getting the attention he was getting.He is not necessarily an ‘A’ student, but he was intelligent. I liked him already.We walked into Mathematics class with Jason still holding my hand. Mr. Brett was already there. He looked deadly sexy and it took all the willpower in me not to stare at him. He has always looked sexy effortlessly, but t
One human can’t be this perfect. I stared at his packs for about a minute before I used my fingers to begin tracing them. I used my palm to feel his body, then bent to kiss his chest. He exhaled softly and placed his hand on top of mine.“Misha, it’s a small gesture, but you don’t know what it’s doing to me.” He sighed and brought down my hands. “If you are going to walk out on me, then please stop.” I removed my gaze from his chest to look at him. “I don’t know what to do,” I said again. He turned me around to back him, then drew me closer to him. So close, I could feel my butt on his dick. I rested the back of my head on his left shoulder and closed my eyes.“Just don’t walk away,” he whispered into my ear.“I won’t.”The next thing I felt was his lips crashing on mine. I pressed against him as he deepened the kiss. He groaned softly. His hands dropped around my waist and he pressed me again to him. I felt his erection and became wet right away. I placed my hand on his cheek and
I had a Chemistry test today and I hadn’t even bothered to open my book to read. I spent practically the whole of my night speaking with Mr. Brett over the phone. It was unlike me to go for a test unprepared. The only chance I have left to study is early this morning, in the basement. If I was going to do that, I needed to find a way to dodge Jason.Unfortunately, luck was not on my side. I had just finished breakfast and ran up to my room to grab my stuff. I came back downstairs to meet Jason already there waiting for me. “Hey Mom, hey Jason.”“Hey,” the two responded at the same time.“Ready?” Jason asked “Yeah, I am, but are you turning into a nerd or something?”Jason laughed out and opened the front door for me. “Why?”“How could you be ready to leave for school already? I just gave it yesterday and was certain you’ll drop it.”“Well, here I am,” he said, closing the door after I had shouted goodbye to my mom.“You know you don’t have to do this Jason. I can handle myself in t
Being Jason’s friend meant being less of a nerd. I haven’t been myself for almost two weeks straight. First of all, my escapades with Mr. Brett, then Jason came along and gradually started plucking off my nerdish proclivities. I was presently seated on my bed, watching Jason struggle with my dresses as he tried to find one suitable for a party. I had protested enough about not wanting to go to any party and finally gave up. Jason was not having any of it. He was in fact going to drag me to the party if I posed any resistance. I could as well just comply.I smiled at Jason’s frustration. If I’m fortunate enough, then he will give up and change his mind about taking me to whatever party he was planning to take me to. It looked like my dresses were giving him second thoughts. His exertions were giving me a little idea of what it will be like having a close female friend.“Jesus Christ Misha,” he groaned and slumped down on my bed. I grinned from ear to ear. I had put him up to this chal
“Misha! Misha!”Someone kept calling my name and it was getting very irritating. Can’t I have a good night's sleep?“Misha! Wake up!”I grumbled and slowly opened my eyes. I rubbed them with my fingers, ready to shoot the person a death glare.“What?!” I groaned and looked at the person. It was Mr. Brett. Mr. Brett was in my room? How? Why? When?I sat up immediately. “Mr. Brett?”“What are you…” I paused and took in my surroundings. I wasn’t in my room. I was in the middle of a road! My eyes widened and I returned my gaze to Mr. Brett. I needed an explanation, but he was silent. He carried me up bridal style and took me over to his car which was parked at the side of the road. He sat me down on the burnet of his car and told me to hang on. He went over and opened the front seat, then came back and picked me up. He was carrying me like I was a feather and I was embarrassed. Was I that weightless or was he that strong? After I had settled in well, he went round to the other side o
BrettMisha was as innocent as a dove when I met her. I shamelessly took that away from her and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that. The only bright side of it was that she would never have been mine if I didn’t make a move. I might have taken her innocence, but I will never take her dignity and public image. I knew the stigma she would face for this, especially if no one owned up to being responsible for the baby. I was going to suffer for our actions as much as she would. It would never equalize since she was the one carrying the baby, but I’m going to do as much as I could to support her through it all. I couldn’t let her bear it alone.If it was some other person, I would have immediately suggested abortion without second thoughts. But this was Misha and I loved her. She was the first girl I brought to my bedroom. I didn’t think. I just found myself taking her there. I took all my one-night stands to my guestroom, but for some reason, I had wanted her on my bed. I wante
BrettThe moment Misha had run into my class that Monday morning all sweaty, with her breast plastered to her shirt, I wanted her. I had wanted her so bad I knew I wasn’t going to stop until I got her. I might be somewhat rebellious, but never irresponsible. Then Misha had come along and dealt thoroughly with my self-control and dignity as a teacher. I had lost my sanity.The past few days had been very unbearable for me. I craved for Misha every damn day, but I needed to keep to my word. I was ruining her. I made sure to lock my office door because I knew that once she was able to walk through that door, I wouldn’t be able to resist her. She had come earlier this morning to see me. She was more desperate this time than she has ever been, but I ignored her. It hurts so badly, but I was doing this for her. She needed to move on and forget about me.It was school over and she was banging on my door again.“Brett, please open up,” she begged. “We need to talk.” I sat down, listening to
I didn’t go to school the following day because my condition became worse. It didn’t get better the day after either, so I still stayed back home again. I didn’t like this at all. It’s been a while since I felt this sick. I had lost so much appetite and I was suddenly disgusted with most foods, even ones I used to really enjoy. I threw up not less than twice each of these days. I hated every bit of this and I just wanted to get well.I didn’t want Evelyn or Jason to come into my room in case whatever I had was contagious. Evelyn being Evelyn was stubborn. She always came in and even hugged me, telling me that everything would be fine. She seemed to be convinced that whatever I had wasn’t contagious. Mom stayed back from work these past two days to look after me. I hated drugs, but I was desperate to get well. So, I was ready to take whatever amount was given to me, only that my mom wasn’t giving me any at all. Each time she came into my room, she looked at me with so much anxiety. Wh
For the past four days, I’ve been barely existing. The days went by with me hardly feeling my presence. I felt too numb to feel anything, not even pain. Everything was back to normal with Mr. Brett. He was just my teacher, and I, another one of his students. He has become so formal, you won’t believe there was ever something between us. I had finally come to terms with it after trying severally to reach out to him. After that day he cut things between us, he began locking his office, so I just couldn’t access him except during classes. I couldn’t try anything stupid during classes, he had completely left me in a hopeless situation.I’ve been working to get my life straight. It’s been difficult considering how much I’ve derailed, but the urgency of the situation required that of me. I have just a month until graduation and if I wanted to graduate, I had to make up for my accumulated poor grades. I didn’t give myself time to think, I studied most of the time and had minimal leisure so
Nothing was going right today! It all started out with me waking up late this morning. Well, that wasn’t really my problem because that was becoming regular. The actual problem was that Jason left without me. No matter how late I woke up, he always waited for me as long as it wasn’t the kind of late that’ll get us in trouble. But now, he had to leave me because he offered to pick Vivian up and I was delaying. I trekked to school today when I really did not have the strength! That Vivian girl had all of Jason’s attention now and it was really getting irritating. I deserved it because when I had his attention, I took it for granted.But Mr. Brett too? He too was just too busy for me this morning. I went to his office to relieve my anger and stress, but ended up sitting down and watching him work. I could swear he was faking it because he just kept looking for one thing after another to get himself occupied. No matter how many times I groaned out my frustration, he didn't glance at my di
I sat ogling Mr. Brett as he taught. He knew I was and I watched him try to ignore me. He was taking care not to look at me. It was entertaining and I was sure that the smile that was spread across my face was doing nothing to help him. I wanted to know his acting skills. How much he could pretend and not give away that something was going on between us.It seems like Mr. Brett realized my motive and decided to give me my own share of suffering. “Miss Misha.” I saw a smirk appear on his face and my smile disappeared immediately. What was he doing?“Would you tell us what’s so amusing that you got that smile plastered on your face.”Traitor!I swallowed hard. He had given himself an opportunity to comfortably look at me. The smirk had changed to a smile. He was enjoying this. Damn. I had nothing to say. “Are you daydreaming in my class again Miss. Misha? That guy must be something.” The class laughed, but I wasn’t embarrassed or mad.I rolled my eyes. Did he just compliment himself
It’s been two days now and I haven’t returned to school since the day I walked out of Mr. Brett’s office heartbroken. It was Thursday morning, exactly 5:00am and I was already awake contemplating if I would go to school. The pain felt a little bearable today. For the past two days, each time I opened my eyes in the morning, the pain came back like it was a fresh wound. I began to sob and get so weak that I couldn’t go to school. I still felt the pain now I just woke up, but it felt like it was fading and not like a fresh wound.I had told Jason that I am sick and that he shouldn’t bother. Whenever he came around to visit, I tried to brighten up and act more like I was sick than heartbroken. It didn’t take much effort to act. Being heartbroken felt like being sick.My family too bought the whole thing, except my mom who I felt was suspicious that something else was wrong. If she was, she didn’t push. Seems like she wanted me to open up by myself. I was lying on my bed and staring up
My shoulders sagged for the umpteenth time as I let out a sigh of frustration. For the first time I was paying attention to my appearance and it really wasn’t going well. I was in front of my mirror, staring at the mess I’ve made of my face in an attempt to put on some makeup. How the fuck is this done?!I groaned and went back to my bathroom to wash off my face again. My face was already burning due to the frequent scrubbing. This was not fun at all! Giving shit about how you look and trying to keep up with appearance is total slavery! It was at this moment, I really started pitying the likes of Evelyn. And to say they do this every damn day!Why am I feeling a little desperate to look good today? I’ve never put on makeup before, so what the hell made me feel that I would know how to? I didn’t even own a makeup kit! This is Evelyn’s.When I was done washing off my face, I stared at my bathroom mirror. I didn’t like the face that stared back at me and that only built my frustration.
I slowly opened my eyes to meet total darkness. I sat up on the bed and stretched. My back and pussy were aching. It wasn’t the painful kind of arching. It felt more like a sweet pain. I stretched again to relieve the strain in my muscle and lower back. My eyes gradually started adjusting to the darkness.My face flushed as the memory of my afternoon with Mr. Brett flooded in. I smiled and covered my face with my palms. I would be so embarrassed to look him in the eyes again.I couldn’t see but I could tell I was the only one in the room. I stretched my hand to my side, to confirm. Mr. Brett wasn’t there. I could see rays of light seeping in through little openings of the door. That meant that Mr. Brett was around. My heart skipped a bit with the thought of having to go out to meet him. It was inevitable, so there was no point in delaying. I stretched my legs out of the bed and stood up. I still felt too weak to carry my own weight. How long did I sleep? And wasn’t it enough to reg