SC: EP.3 - The Room Drama
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Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual School Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex
Everyone gathered in Mrs. Linda’s science classroom at lunch the next day, uncertain why a meeting was called. They’d gotten a message to meet at lunch on the private chat app Andrea had signed them all up for. When the last of them entered, the door was shut to keep any nosy people at bay.
“Hey Linda, what’s going on? Why are we meeting in the classroom?” Miguel asked, glancing at Maggie sitting to his right.
“Yes, hi, Miguel and everyone.” Linda stepped forward, comfortable in her own classroom. “I decided it would be best to meet in here so if Mrs. Polaski asks, I can say we’re having a Science Club meeting. It’d also be hard to hide all nine of us coming out of the drama room. Speaking of, that’s what this meeting’s mostly about.”
“Did someone find something out?” Karla asked, sitting next to her friend Brittany.
Linda continued, “Well, there’re a few things to go over ... all of it strange. I thought it was best to bring everyone together to gather what everyone’s learned so far. I’ve tried talking to Mr. Roy and a couple of other older teachers on a few occasions about why there isn’t a drama program. They all got really weird and mumbled something about budget cutbacks and then wanted the subject dropped quickly. I got weird vibes from people afterward when I brought it up.”
“Did you say vibes, Linda,” Brittany chuckled.
“Ugh, yes, I did. I’m not as old as you kids think I am, you know,” Linda shot back in mock offense.
“Nah, you’re really hot, especially for a teacher,” Darius now piped up, joining the fray. “When’s the next party at your place? I call dibs on you.”
Laughter and chatter broke out as the eight students got lost in banter and jokes about who wanted to sleep with who at the next large party. Linda did her best to wrangle them back on topic, but it seemed they were a little excited that day, as students tended to ebb and flow sometimes.
“People, people ... please!” Linda raised her hands to bring them back under control. “Thank you! Ok, let’s try to stay on topic. Darius, thank you, but I think we need to beware of having too many parties, especially at my place. It’d be easy to get caught and difficult to explain why I have eight students at my house every other weekend. Second,” she walked towards the tall black basketball star, “maybe the two of us can figure something out when Warren, Brittany, and Miguel figure out the personal dosing.” She winked at him before returning to the front of the class. The whole room whooped and cheered, probably a little too loudly.
“Anyway, the drama room,” Linda returned to the main order of business. “Andrea’s been securing it, how’s that going?”
“Motion detectors and cameras are set. I’ve set up a monitor to see outside the room to plan safe exits without getting caught. So that everyone knows, I get pinged if anyone enters the room, so don’t expect total privacy from me. Ideally, I’d set up some kind of passcode or something, but that would obviously be spotted. Maybe I can do something inside the room...” Andrea trailed off. She opened her laptop and started typing away; something the rest had started getting used to.
Quinn stood up, his hand raised, “I’d like to say something.”
“Yes, Quinn. Of course, what’s on your mind.” Linda let him have the floor.
“Well, Maggie, Darius, and I have been using our free period to clean the room whenever we can...”
He was interrupted by a wave of clapping from the rest of the group. They appreciated that others were doing the messy work.
He continued when it quieted down, “ ... well, we found a bunch of old trophies, photos, and other things from the drama program. It doesn’t make sense that this program was shut down. They won almost every year.”
“What do you mean,” asked Miguel, “like State or something?”
Maggie responded, “State Championships and even National runner’s up in 2015, there are boxes of trophies in there.”
“A cursory glance online showed nothing listed other than budget cuts when I checked that day,” said Andrea, still staring at her computer. Her face lit up from whatever was on her monitor.
“You’d think people would have made a stink about it being shut down if they’d been doing so well,” said Karla, pulling out her phone and typing away.
“What was the teacher’s name?” asked Warren, his hand holding that of his new girlfriend.
“Which teacher?” Miguel asked. His attention had turned to Maggie again.
Warren rolled his eyes. This was why Miguel never did well in most classes, he thought to himself.
“The Drama teacher? She was a bigwig winner, right? Some school must have picked her up. Maybe we can track her down.”
“Good plan,” Linda stepped back in. “Karla, why don’t you check out the library archives. I’m sure there’re school yearbooks there.”
“On it.”
“Do you know where the library is?” Warren blurted out, mostly out of old habit. He regretted it immediately when he felt a stern glare come from Brittany.
Karla didn’t fire back but wasn’t quiet either. “I know a lot more things than you think, smart guy. Be happy you’re dating my best friend.”
“Settle down.” Linda brought things back to order. “Alright. If you can, keep digging and post anything you find in the chat. Last thing, Miguel, Brittany, and Warren. What’s the timeframe on those personal Heat containers?”
Miguel stepped up to speak, “We’ve got a good plan, I’m just testing at home before we try the real thing.” He looked over at the couple sitting next to each other. “Next week, maybe?”
They both looked at each other and nodded their heads in agreement. Warren spoke up, “I think the plan is Brittany and I will test it ourselves and see how it does. Miguel’s just testing out sealants to make sure there aren’t accidental releases.”
Quinn joked, “Yeah, no one likes those,” which brought about more laughter. The group had started to lose too much focus, and it became impossible to stop the chatter. Linda gave up and dismissed them.
“But what about another party?” Maggie asked, wanting to know a firm date for another big gathering.
Linda replied, “We’ll have to see. Depends on how things go, but maybe in a few weeks.”
Not one to miss a beat, Miguel put his arm around his Asian friend. “We can party together if you want, friend,” he said with his bright white smile. She just smiled back as they all left the room and headed into the hall to get to their next classes.
“Are you sure it’s safe to go over tomorrow?” Warren asked Brittany as they walked down the hall on Friday afternoon.
The bell that announced the end of the school week had rung, and there was a flurry of activity as everyone rushed to get out the doors as quickly as possible. Brittany and Warren were two such people, having just finished their Chemistry lesson with Mrs. Linda. They decided they’d worked hard enough on revising the formula and just wanted a weekend off to enjoy the early fruits of their new relationship.
Walking hand in hand with her new boyfriend, the eyes of the school were still cast upon them. To many, she’d been devastated by her breakup with Chuck and latched on to the one person who’d never do better. To others, she was never that cool to begin with; a nerd in nice clothing, who was only interesting because of who she’d been dating. Brittany had heard it all over the course of that first week being out with Warren, and quite frankly, stopped caring what anyone thought. Hell, if they only knew the kinds of things she’d gotten up to in those past few weeks, Warren would be the least interesting part.
Brittany looked over at Warren with a smile. “Yeah, my parents are gone all day to some work thing for my dad. We’ll have the whole place to ourselves.”
Warren couldn’t help but smile back. They both were anxious to test out the gas canisters Miguel had created. If their little trial run was successful, they could be distributed to everyone else in the group. That meant more fun for everyone without the need for a giant gas cloud like the previous weekend. Small, single use canisters would also allow everyone to carry their own if the mood struck, especially in the mostly cleaned Drama room.
“Looky what we have here, Madison’s hottest couple.” Chuck and his two cronies stepped out from behind a wall, blocking their path to the parking lot.
“Chuck, why don’t you just leave us alone?” an exasperated Brittany asked.
“Please leave me alone, I don’t want any trouble,” Warren said, backing away.
“Dude steals your girl and doesn’t want any trouble? That’s rich,” said Tony, flanking Chuck on his right.
Craig, Chuck’s other friend, on his left, continued, “Bet you love having his sloppy seconds, don’t you Weiner.”
Brittany rolled her eyes. “Very nice, guys. The 1980’s called, they want their misogyny back. And you, Chuck, you broke up with me, remember? From what I hear, because these two meatheads told you.”
“Where’d you hear that?” Chuck seemed taken back that someone had talked.
“I hear a lot of things, most of them bad about me.” She glared over at the two people beside him. “I wonder where that came from.”
“Look, I know you’re pissed at me, but screwing Warren just to get back at me? Now, who’s being childish?”
A crowd gathered around the quarreling students, anticipating a fight or more. It was one of the few things that stopped people from running out the door, partially because those watching were blocking the way out. Half the staff had already left and those that remained didn’t seem to care what happened after the final bell.
“That’s not...” Brittany put her hands to her head in frustration. “It isn’t about YOU! Everything always had to be about YOU! Your games, your friends, your parties. If I ever asked for anything, it was ‘well maybe’. Warren at least respects me and treats me like an equal.”
“All you ever wanted to do was study and do homework! Sorry for making you LIVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE, BRITT! There’s more to life than school!” Chuck shot back.
“Like football and drinking? You’ll likely be back here in five years coaching kids. I want to do something with MY LIFE!” Brittany yelled back, which caught Warren off-guard.
Warren stepped forward to try to calm Brittany down but was immediately shoved into some lockers, with a loud bang, by Chuck. Warren’s arm stung as it scraped against a couple of locks.
“STOP IT CHUCK!” Brittany yelled, as she watched Warren get picked up by his shoulders and slammed against the lockers again. This time he fell to the ground.
“Hiding behind another girl’s skirt. Can’t fight your own battles?” Chuck spat at Warren, who lay on the floor. Brittany tried to move between her ex and Warren, but her arms were grabbed and held by Craig and Tony.
With his fist raised and blood in his eyes, Chuck was poised to strike.
“Kick his ass!” Craig shouted, able to easily hold the struggling Brittany. The crowd held their breath as their bloodlust grew, like a modern-day gladiatorial arena.
“What the FUCK is happening?” Darius pushed his way through the crowd to the front, having heard the shouting of Chuck and Brittany. He moved in front of Warren to protect him.
“This doesn’t concern you, D. Just walk away,” Chuck said, his fist still cocked back.
“Nah, I’m not doing that. Craig, Tony what do you think you’re doing? Let her go NOW!” Darius said firmly and with confidence. They did what they were told, and Brittany jerked herself away and dove down to check on Warren.
“Have you lost your mind, Darius? It’s fucking, Warren, man,” said Chuck angerly.
“Yeah, and he’s my friend; so’s Brittany. Leave them alone or I’ll make you wish you had.” Darius didn’t yell, his deep voice stayed calm which made it even more menacing.
“I don’t know what the fuck’s going on,” Chuck raged punching a locker and denting it. “This isn’t over!” Chuck stormed off, pushing his way through the crowd and out the door, his two lackeys followed close behind. Sensing the fun was over, people started to disperse and headed back towards their weekend plans, though with a little more tea to spill.
“You alright?” Darius said, offering them both a helping hand.
“Yeah, thanks Darius,” Warren said, standing up. He rubbed his sore arm, another bruise or scar to remember high school by.
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