Chapter 10: Valentine’s Day Diva

The final bell rings. The class erupts in chaos. Everyone starts packing, excited to leave for the day.

I have nothing to pack, and being closest to the door, Sonia and I get out first. I glance back at Mr.Hosen as I leave. He is busy arranging things on his desk. Sadly, he ignores my leaving, but it’s understandable. Mr.Hosen has the choice of any student. It’s just great that he chose me today.

“Are we walking home?”

Sonia asks as she moves towards her locker.

“No, I have a stupid detention for running in the halls.”

I decry, irritated that such a wonderful day will end on such a sour event.

Annabella is sitting alone at the signup table.

She glances at me and pauses her cleaning up.

“You did well today.”

Her words fill me with joy.

She returns to shoving garbage into a gray bin.

I want to help. I need to change clothes before going to the principal’s office.

I start to run but remember the Principal and instead just walk fast to the changing room.

Partially dressed and excited older students fill the room. I grin in stupor as boys pull off their white cupid underwear, exposing themselves, some soft and small, some erect and large. Bill’s penis is soft but large. His red pubic hair matches his head hair. I stop in the doorway, staring at him until he pulls up his blue underwear.

No one pays attention to me. Exciting good, bad, and funny stories fill the air. I slip to the back, crouch down, and grab my clothes.

Do I dare change here? An older girl pulls off her red faerie bra, exposing her large pale breasts, capped by tremendous brown areolas. No one glances twice. She giggles at a comment from her friend as she slips on a white lace bra.

I can’t expose my insignificant breasts like that. Everyone will laugh.

I slither back through the laughing older students and into the safe hallway.

I read my phone as I walk to the office.

Everyone I know at school is texting me. Sonia has sent over sixty. Mr.Hosen has sent more money and a simple [c u tmrw] He’s so cool. And he paid me.

I enter the calm brown color-coded office. Tasteful red hearts are strategically placed around desks and on the walls. A few red balloons wave in a slight air-conditioned wind near an empty desk in the corner. I have never been here. It’s much scarier and more professional than my last school, almost like a foreign land.

Mrs.Hurtman’s office is at the back to my right. I cautiously walk over past an empty secretary’s desk. A discarded red thong lies wet on a sea-foam blue fabric chair. I smell something foul coming from the garbage can. I try to resist inspecting, but my curiosity burns. A half-eaten tuna sandwich lies at the bottom with a used condom leaking over it. The overpowering fish and cum smells mix in a foul way.