SC: EP.3 - The Room Drama
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Chapter 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - As the students start to clean and organize their new secret classroom, questions start to arise over the history of the walled off room and shuttered program. Meanwhile, tensions flare in the school over Brittany and Warren's new relationship status.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Consensual Heterosexual School Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex
The small rural school buzzed with chatter in the halls Monday morning, as word traveled quickly. It spread like a wildfire over dried brush, as stories were spun to explain the unexplainable. ‘It’s a joke, there’s no way,’ one person said in the hallway, ‘she must have lost her mind,’ another exclaimed in whispers. The building question on everyone’s lips was ’What would Chuck do?’. Warren was likely a dead man, and everyone wanted to witness the execution.
Linda’s morning was nothing special, as she happily finished teaching her freshmen science class. She mostly ignored the murmurs and the whispers on most days, but on that day, her head was in the clouds. She still buzzed from the activities of Saturday afternoon, following the Science Fair. The doubts she’d had from the previous week had vanished, and she looked forward to more sex and more Heat.
The next day’s aftereffects were much less than they had been following the snowstorm. She had been able to focus mostly on correcting assignments and doing smaller tasks like tidying up, although she still ate half the food she had at her house. She would have to commend Brittany and Warren for their terrific work when she saw them in the last period after class, of course. She was also curious about how everyone else had felt the next day. She’d checked the message app a few times, but things were silent.
She was practically humming as she walked down the halls between periods, only slowing down to give a knowing nod to Maggie as they passed. When Linda entered the teacher’s lounge, brown bag in hand, she didn’t even notice a group of teachers huddled around a table like the students in the cafetorium. They gabbed and giggled like the students they taught, each discussing the rumors of the day. When they saw Linda, they crowded around like hyenas to a wounded animal.
“What do you know?” Roy the shop teacher asked, his grey mustache bristling.
“Know what?” Linda asked, still unaware of the topic of the day.
“Warren and Brittany. There’s no way. You don’t know what happened?” Sheila asked as she dropped her English textbook on the table with a loud thud.
Linda looked at their expectant faces and knew she had missed something in her delirious state. “What are you talking about? What about Warren and Brittany? Is something wrong?”
“How do you not know your two best students are suddenly dating? Like, Brittany was dumped by Chuck, and suddenly she’s dating ... Warren, of all people,” Sheila said, studying Linda’s reaction for clues.
“Oh, they are? Huh. Didn’t know. When did that happen?” Linda said calmly, attempting to not give away any information. Neither student had told her anything, but she had noticed their fighting in class had stopped since the snowstorm. At first, she just assumed it was because of what had happened, but they had been spending a lot of time working on the formula together after school, so things might have gone further than she knew.
“Come on, you’ve got to give us something. Did you notice anything that happened between them during that snowstorm when you were all stuck here?” Roy badgered. For a teacher in his fifties, he acted like someone in their teens, Linda thought to herself.
Linda took a bite of her food in an attempt to think of a response that wouldn’t hint at any of the activities that happened that night. The last thing she wanted was for people to start poking around on the events of the last couple of weeks. Andrea had taken care of the security tapes already, so there was no evidence there, but they could have missed something that hadn’t been scrubbed clean.
“Honestly, it was a boring night. It’s possible they talked to each other at some point, maybe had a heart to heart or buried the hatchet, I don’t know. They are both smart kids and actually have a lot in common, especially academically. Maybe they finally found common ground.”
“I guess. Some of the others are a little different too, though,” Sheila added, which raised red flags for Linda, who took a bit more note of the conversation.
Linda quickly asked, “What do you mean?”
“Well, Darius seems way more distracted. Two of the usually quiet girls, Andrea and Maggie, are speaking up more...”
Roy jumped in, “I heard that Andrea even threatened Chuck while he was bullying Warren last week. Seemed to shock people.”
Linda thought fast, “Maybe they had a Breakfast Club moment or something; realized they are all people with feelings and emotions or something. Darius is juggling a lot, it seems, with basketball and school. Maggie, I don’t know her that well, but she has come out of her shell, and I think Andrea’s finally living in the real world, at least a bit more often. Plus, she won the Science Fair, so that should be a confidence boost.”
Linda was content with her answer and hoped it satisfied the gossipy teachers. She wanted to steer the conversation towards a more pressing topic, the drama room. She wanted to find the right way to bring it up without tipping the others off that they’d found the hidden room. There was something strange about a school hiding an entire room behind a fake wall for years, and she had to know more about it.
“Oh yeah, you did a great job running that. A real shot in the arm for the school,” Sheila said, as the gossip seemed to slow down for a bit. Linda decided to use this to her advantage.
“Thanks. I hope we can get other things going here, too, like some camps in the summer for STEM programs, or maybe get some of the arts programs to do something.” Linda paused briefly before asking the real question on her mind, “ ... like why don’t we have a drama club or program here?”
While older, Sheila had only taught at Madison a few years, having moved from Green Bay, so she thought it was a grand idea. Roy, though, having taught there for two decades, seemed to have a different view.
“No money in the budget for something like that,” he said very quickly, “program was cut a while ago, if I remember rightly. Good riddance, I say, keep the money where the school needs it.” He stood up and walked to the door, “Got hall duty; have a good rest of the day.” Just like that, he was gone. Sheila also excused herself on account of having papers to grade.
Linda sat befuddled at the response from Roy. It could very well have been budget cuts, but he certainly didn’t want to talk about it. She had figured if anyone knew about what had caused the room to be walled off, he would. She didn’t even really know when the program had shut down, Miguel only knew about the room from a senior years before, who could have learned it from someone else. They’d have to do more digging to find the truth.
“This place is a mess,” Maggie said as the cloth she used to wipe a shelf became instantly caked in old dust.
“You’re the one that found it,” Quinn snipped back as he sorted through unmarked boxes of props and costumes on the floor. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he figured they should check everything. The stuff’s been sitting there untouched and buried for several years now. There could be something neat hidden away in there.
Darius shoved the couch aside to clean underneath it with a broom. The bristles kicked up dust into the air with each swish on the thin brown carpet. The carpet revealed its original hue with each swipe, as the greyish dust, scraps of paper, and tissues were pushed into a small pile to be gathered after.
Darius coughed as small clouds formed from his cleaning. “I wish we could use a vacuum,” he said, as he covered his mouth and nose with his shirt.
“I think they’d notice that,” Andrea teased as she set up some personal security systems of her own. Small sensors that would trigger her own camera, separate from the school’s system, but piggybacked off their network. It would let her know if anyone entered the room without alerting the school’s system. She was looping their camera, showing nothing but an empty dark room.
She fanned some dusty air away from her face. On her laptop, she checked the camera’s position and image quality. She’d have to test the infrared mode later tonight, but she was currently happy with the results. She switched tabs to check on the progress of her in-game avatar, as it farmed gold and collected a few low-level items to sell later: two birds, one stone.
The four students were the first ones to start the process of cleaning up the old drama room for the group’s purposes. They had a free period towards the end of the day and decided it was as good of time as any to get the ball rolling. Even beyond the Science Club’s use, each of the students could see the benefits of having a private room to study, read, or do whatever they wanted away from prying eyes. It was like a secret clubhouse hidden away in the depths of the school.
“Anyone worried about Warren and Brittany coming out with their relationship?” Quinn asked as he started on a new box.
“I wish they would have said something. It’s kind of a blindside hit to the group,” remarked Darius, finding a quarter on the floor and picking it up.
Maggie tossed her cloth on the floor, annoyed. “I don’t see the big deal. Why does everyone care so much about that? It’s all I’ve heard about all day.”
“Because it’s juicy gossip,” Quinn explained. “Brittany is or was one of the most popular girls in school and had recently been dumped by Chuck Rodgers.”
Darius jumped in, “Chuck already regrets it and tried to win her back at the basketball game.”
“Really?” Andrea suddenly looked up from her laptop. She’d been glowering down at the screen the whole conversation.
“Yeah, that’s something I wasn’t supposed to tell people about. Some of his friends are mine,” Darius added.
“So yeah,” Quinn continued, “that makes things worse. Chuck already mercilessly torments Warren, so if you add in that new bit of information, Warren may need a casket soon.”
Maggie resumed dusting but asked, “That’s pretty bad for Warren. Hopefully, Brittany can save him from her ex, but why is it any of our business?”
“Welcome to western high school drama, and I don’t mean this classroom,” Quinn joked as he pulled out a tricornered hat from a box and placed it on his head. “Hear ye, Hear ye! I declare the formal union of Warren and Brittany to the populus of Madison High School.”
Everyone snickered, but Andrea, who grumpily returned to her laptop. Pleased with himself, Quinn kept the hat on while opening a sealed clear plastic container with objects wrapped in black material. Darius moved the couch back into place and continued to sweep the dirty carpet, which sent small plumes of dust into the air.
Maggie realized her question hadn’t been answered and knew she couldn’t let it go, so she asked again. “Why is it a problem for us?”
Quinn looked up at her. “Beyond the fact that they are the only two who know how to make that gas we enjoy, their sudden relationship raises questions; questions that could draw attention to what we have been doing.”
Maggie looked lost. She still wasn’t fully accustomed to American culture or social situations. She looked to Darius to explain, someone she’d grown much more comfortable with since the storm. He, along with Miguel, had become her friends in the short period of time, which was nice, since she didn’t have any before. She liked the rest of the group well enough, but it was difficult to navigate all the complexities of relationships in such a short period of time.
“Have you had classes with Brittany and Warren at the same time?” Darius asked before adding, “ ... before the snowstorm.”
“Yes, Biology. They didn’t get along and usually argued,” said Maggie.
Darius smiled, “They were that way in every class, always. They’ve never gotten along and bickered constantly about everything. Every class usually ended with the two of them squaring up in some bizarre debate about something. Brittany could say it was raining out, and Warren would argue it was sunny, just because he could.”
“Exactly,” Quinn jumped in. “Now, suddenly, the two hated rivals become lovers? It’s like something out of a fantasy book.”
“Or cheesy movie...” Darius bounced back in. “The concern is people are asking how it all changed for them. I’ve been asked twenty times if I noticed anything between them while we were trapped in the school. We want as few questions about that night as possible.”
Andrea closed her laptop loudly, almost slamming it down, which made everyone turn in her direction. “There’s nothing to find,” Andrea said, her face red with frustration, “I wiped all the security footage, and the rest will just be rumors unless someone here talks. Those two won’t last long. They’ll tear each other apart over something. Can we please stop talking about it now? Don’t you have a game to worry about or something?” Andrea said to Darius, trying to change the subject.