Trade for the Grade (Open and a Female Teacher Needed!)
((This is the story of a college student who needs a good grade to maintain his scholarship, and the female teacher who's willing to give him a trade off for the grade he needs. Though a female teacher is nessesary I'll consider other characters once things are established and the story is in a little.))
James figured he would have been done with this shit when he left high school. Four years of worrying about grades, of thinking about college had taken a toll on the lad, yet the promise of college had kept him focused. And after four years of crap he had gotten his scholarship, gone to a good school, and finally had the oppertunity to do everything he had missed out on before. And for some time it had been great. Parties, fucking, drinking, fucking, goofing, fucking, fucking, and White Castle. He had finally begun enjoying his life... and then reality swooped in and bitch slapped him.
It came in the form of this morning. His math teacher had delivered the mental fuck in the form of his midterm grade, a whopping D. Now some may have been happy that they simply passed, but that grade meant that his entire average plummeted like a house of cards, meant that his college run would be over. And while he had been nervous his teacher had quickly whispered that if he wanted to save himself, he had to head to her class later that day, alone.
And so there he walked, towards her classroom. His hair it's usual brown wavy form, his honey brown eyes scanning around for any sign of life. His slightly muscular frame filled out his shirt nicely, his jeans snug on his waist. With his frame Jimmy could have been a jock, then again there was no football team, no baseball team here, and honestly... who ever heard of a latino playing Hockey, let alone anyone with a tan complexion.
Finally stopping outside of her door, he let a sigh out, his hand running through his hair as he prepared himself. He'd probably have to do something like wash all of her shit, or fix something, or spend the entire night organized. None the less he'd stay calm, nice, friendly with her. Afterall he had to stay in this school, after all of that shit it couldn't end here. He'd do anything to make sure it didn't end here.
((This is the story of a college student who needs a good grade to maintain his scholarship, and the female teacher who's willing to give him a trade off for the grade he needs. Though a female teacher is nessesary I'll consider other characters once things are established and the story is in a little.))
James figured he would have been done with this shit when he left high school. Four years of worrying about grades, of thinking about college had taken a toll on the lad, yet the promise of college had kept him focused. And after four years of crap he had gotten his scholarship, gone to a good school, and finally had the oppertunity to do everything he had missed out on before. And for some time it had been great. Parties, fucking, drinking, fucking, goofing, fucking, fucking, and White Castle. He had finally begun enjoying his life... and then reality swooped in and bitch slapped him.
It came in the form of this morning. His math teacher had delivered the mental fuck in the form of his midterm grade, a whopping D. Now some may have been happy that they simply passed, but that grade meant that his entire average plummeted like a house of cards, meant that his college run would be over. And while he had been nervous his teacher had quickly whispered that if he wanted to save himself, he had to head to her class later that day, alone.
And so there he walked, towards her classroom. His hair it's usual brown wavy form, his honey brown eyes scanning around for any sign of life. His slightly muscular frame filled out his shirt nicely, his jeans snug on his waist. With his frame Jimmy could have been a jock, then again there was no football team, no baseball team here, and honestly... who ever heard of a latino playing Hockey, let alone anyone with a tan complexion.
Finally stopping outside of her door, he let a sigh out, his hand running through his hair as he prepared himself. He'd probably have to do something like wash all of her shit, or fix something, or spend the entire night organized. None the less he'd stay calm, nice, friendly with her. Afterall he had to stay in this school, after all of that shit it couldn't end here. He'd do anything to make sure it didn't end here.
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