My test was slapped on top of my desk , revealing an F etched at the upper right corner of the rectangular paper , encircled with a red pen and spiced up with a frowny face. My eyes dart upwards , meeting with Amanda's scrupulous stare , a hint of disappointment dancing inside her electrifying midwinter eyes. But this wasn't unconventional of me to fail her tests. In fact, I was certain that she almost always prophesized a below average grade when marking my tests so much so that I became a chronic failure in her eyes.

Still, she couldn't mask away the disappointment whilst handing me my test.

" I see you have a very unbreakable bond with F in this class," she spoke sarcastically with a hint of discontentment.

" Actually, I graduated from an E to an F," I informed , a smirk stretched across my lips.

" Right," Scoffed Amanda , registering an air of indifference around me. " so you broke up with E and moved on to F. That's a healthy relationship, isn't it?"

" Truly," I gave a false sage nod , leaning over my desk, elbows propped up. " I'm thinking about getting married to F. What's your opinion on that?"

My eyes followed her burgundy lips as she tucked them inside her mouth , narrowed eyes scrutinizing me judicially and I could already envision her picking her phone and dialing my father's phone number to inform him of my lack of efforts in her class, maybe adding a bit of overexaggerating reports on my disrespect towards her. Her frame stood rigid , like a plank of wood, heckled at my expense as her arms reflexively crossed under her protruding chest , the size of her airbags amplifying at the action. She had adorned a salmon pink short sleeved t shirt with a slightly plunging neckline, a fraction of her cleavage sneaking glances in a subtle manner, not so much as to attract unnecessary attention to it but in a teasing way. A bit tight, appreciating the roundness of her appropriately sized breasts , fogging my mind with images of what hid behind that shirt turning me into an incompetent student incapable of focusing on the basic ABCs. A black knee length pencil skirt, straight and nicely fitted around her bulging hips with a tiny slit behind it ,paired with black stilettos. Once again, this woman had me hypnotized with her elegance and alluring sensuality.

" I'm certain that you know the kind repercussions that would arise from you carelessly collecting Fs in this class ," She gave a stern nod.

" You'd be forced to hold me back while the rest of the class graduates, " I nonchalantly said, painfully aware of how this worked but regardless of that, my mood heavily adopted an air of apathy , unmoved by the threat of not graduating.

" Is that really what you want?" Her eyes glimmered with concern and for the first time in years, Amanda wasn't glaring at me or shooting scornful looks at me. Her face plastered with a sympathetic look and my heart involuntarily skipped at the capricious mood.

Turning away as she strolled to the front of the class, I allowed my thoughts to resurface back into playing back that odd expression Amanda had regarded me with. Pity? I thought she loved to boss me around, much to my enticement since it was my dream to have a woman blessed with power and authority over me to dominate me. She was the perfect candidate. The deafening silence hugged the room as Amanda picked up a chalk , back turned on us as her delicate hands wrote math formulas on the board with trepidation. The unmistakable rustling of book pages as students turned their books and pens scratching papers infiltrated the atmosphere and I was left with a bout of confusion on what everyone else was busy writing. I was permanently bewitched by the way Amanda's bulging hips swayed as she vigorously wrote on the board , the echoing of chalk scratching the rough black surface bouncing inside these four walls. I was fascinated by the way her brown voluminous hair swept her neck as she twisted her head to glance around the room.

My pen loosely fitted between my index finger and thumb , I pretended to jot down the Greek looking words on the board. The chalk would soon be placed down next to the blackboard eraser before the woman smacked her hands together to clear off the chalk dust on her bangled hands, resurrecting a bellow of white dust as she did.

" So today , I was hoping we could brush up on the concept of Inverse Trigonometric Functions, " Amanda announced , grabbing one of those old school retractable pointers as a visual aid for when she taught. She loved to point the blackboard so much during her classes . It was a habit of hers that I surprisingly picked up on. " I'm sure we are all familiar with the trigonometric functions of Sine, Cosine and Tangents all which have inverses called arcsine, arccosine and arctangent ."

Then turning on her heel, she reached for the white chalk and proceeds to write down the nonsense she was explaining. Math was so much graspable when they didn't introduce letters and greek words in it. I prefer the simple one plus one calculations as opposed to Inverse Trigonometry. Maybe that's why I keep failing this class. Maybe that's why I prefer to stare at Amanda's ass as she walks around class whilst teaching. It was far more bearable seating in this class for one full hour if I got to drool and objectify her body. I was a fucked up pervert but it's what keeps me alive and my blood flowing. It was what made my personality far more intriguing rather than acting like a restrained virgin or a goody two shoes or a teacher's pet. At least by acting the way I did, I was barely invisible in Amanda's eyes . I was one of her notorious students and I proudly wore that label.

I watch as she writes what could only be described as the square of Sin y before calculating an example of a question , students laser focused on the doodled greek words and numbers she produced through her industrious writing. The question that lingered inside my brain was how every guy in this class could restrain themselves from ogling at this woman's seductive body and only pay attention to the words on the board. With an ass that could hypnotize the pope, who would pay attention to mathematical formulas?

" I want one of you students to volunteer and solve the question on the board," An abrupt statement as her gaze swept the room for potential volunteers. The aforementioned question resembled ancient writing, almost as though she wrote it in a foreign language even though I knew that that was far from true. If I had put aside my perverted thoughts and lend her my attention, maybe I would have been familiar with the mathematical concepts she'd decorated the board with. A few of the students had their hands raised , willing to take the risk on solving that rocket science question whereas some were busy solving it in their opened books. I remained unbothered, leaned back against the wooden backrest of my chair , my orange pencil fitted inside my mouth as I dwelled in my own blissful ignorance.

" Max," She called out , all eyes turning to acknowledge my presence from the back seat in the corner. " please, come forward and solve the equation on the board."

A few snickers arouse from the students , some even throwing in a few comments on how I can't differentiate between a potato and egg and that solving the question in the board would prove a lasting torture to my non existent braincells. I was highly aware of the fact that I wasn't the brightest student in this class, even Amanda knew that but again, her thirst to torment me in this class proved insatiable. She wanted to punish me in the best way possible and if two can play at that game , then so be it.

" I'm sorry , Amanda, but I never pay attention to anything you teach in this class," I crassly put in watching as the rest of the class jeered bemusedly at my audacity. " my apologies for being too blunt in my confession."

" Well , Maxwell-"

" It's Max, Your highness. Not Maxwell," I cut in , letting her mouth hang open mid sentence.

That brought a devious smirk on her plump lips , eyebrow twitching in amusement. " No, I prefer Maxwell. Besides, that is your name , isn't it?"

This was her vengeance towards me for calling her by her first name. Given the history of my disdain to the utterance of my full name , I opted the shortened version of it. Max as opposed to Maxwell. Everyone who's ever rubbed shoulders with me or elbows or whatever knows how much I fumed at the mere mention of my full name . She was one of the few individuals who was informed on my strong dislike of my full name yet here she was, violating that boundary. The callously crooked smirk that had been dancing on my lips for the past few minutes slowly drooped down my lips as my stare impaled hers in an intimidating staring contest, refusing to break eye contact with the vivacious lady. Sensing the soured mood she'd successfully managed to bury me in , her smirk stretched wider , a satisfied look on her visage.

" We don't have all day , Maxwell," She put extra emphasis on my name , feeling my skin crawl at the irritating sound of my full name. Amanda held out the chalk for me , persuasively requesting for me to make an appearance on the front in the name of solving her boggers question. Pushing my seat which protested in a screeching sound on the marbled floor, I stood, lips pressed in a thin straight line before garnering the excessive confidence that was a regular tenant inside my conscience as my feet carried me to where she stood. Even with those stilettos fitted under her sexy feet , Amanda was no where near my height, peering from above as I took a step too close to her body , almost bumping my chest on hers. A wave of uncomfortableness lingered between our bodies , taking a cautious step back to invited more distance between us , her hand still holding the chalk to me. Enjoying the awkward tension between us , I decide to strangle her with it as I lifted my hand to snatch the chalk from her hand but instead of deftly prying it off her dusted fingertips, I brushed my fingers on her hands in an exaggeratingly slow motion, thumb sliding over whitened knuckles a notable gasp bursting through her slightly parted lips .

" Not so tough now, are we?" Comes a hoarse mumble only she could hear, a devilish smirk on my lips before prying the chalk from her hand and obliging to her cruel request of me solving the question that stood in front of me in bold words.

Staring at the letters with a blank mind , unable to conjure up a solution of any sort because let's face it, I knew absolutely nothing when it comes to calculus. I might as well morph into a goldfish because I am certain that we both shared the same Intelligence quotient. I rolled the chalk between my fingers , its silk texture soothing my sweaty palms as I tucked my bottom lip inside my mouth. Pretend to think through the question , I said to myself. Tried to resurface the words Amanda had been yapping about on said topic but all my mind could register was the outline of her breasts , squeezed behind that tight shirt. Nothing math related. An ingenious idea flickers inside the embers of my brain as I planted the chalk on the half written board before dragging it across the surface, a trail of white following the action.

It doesn't take long for me to finish with the writing I was doing and once I am done, I feed her my stare , her face displeased at the text written under the question I was supposed to solve. The words were clear, the writing legible as it conveyed the intended message to her vexed expression.

The words Calculus Class is the most boring of all classes in our school stretched across the board in capital letters.

" May I take my seat now, Amanda?" I intoned in a false saccharine voice, face masked in false innocence. Amanda faced me , her jaws clenched in anger , a raging storm dancing behind her eyes. Holding the chalk to her , she furiously plucked it from my fingers , turning to grab the eraser as she rubbed the heartless message on the board . A chorus of giggles and snickers escorted me over to my seat and my eyes momentarily caught a glimpse of Zac's face from across the room. His expression void of any unfathomable emotions , eyes glued to his desk that was cluttered with various stationery and calculus textbooks.

" Anybody else want to take a shot at solving this?" Amanda's mellifluous voice announced , effectively getting swallowed by my flowing thoughts. Maybe I should tone it down. Put my boyhood crush aside and actually respect his mother? But where's the fun in that? And since when did I actually own a voice of reason? Screw Zac!

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Whoever placed a dead bird inside my locker was declaring war with the wrong person. The lifeless carcass plopping down next to my feet as soon as I yanked the metal door open brought a terrified shriek from Emerald who by then was standing next to me the whole time. A raven, its jet black feathers shining like a wet obsidian rock , a putrid smell stabbing my sinuses in an unwelcomed assault. The smell of death.

A yellow note had been tied on its dry scaly feet.

Cautiously bending down , I plucked the note from its lifeless leg , suppressing a gag as I brought the note to my eyes , meeting with the world's most ugliest handwriting decorated on it.

Enjoy the present :P

It read and my lips creased in a smirk. I knew the owner of that atrocious handwriting anywhere. So she's still mad at me, isn't she? Although , I hate to admit , her handwriting wasn't all that bad and it pains me to admit that. Zac shows up to my locker just in time to see me and Emerald staring at the morbid creature , it's tongue hanging outside its beak in an overly exaggerated fashion.

" Are we saying our last prayers to the dead bird or ...?" He asked , brow shot up to his hairline.

" This is your sister's idea of a joke," I gave a sarcastic smile , crumpling the note in a tiny ball before chucking it across the crowded hall.

" Oh, " Zac nodded. " I guess she didn't like the fact that you made fun of her breasts in front of the whole school." That brought an evil chuckle from him as soon as he said that statement.

" I was kidding , besides , you told her about my uncut dick so what do you have to say for yourself?"

Emerald let out a chuckle and Zac joined in , much to my annoyance.

" Why would I tell Charli about your junk?" Zac asked between laughs.

" That's what I was wondering too, I thought we were on the same team. Ride or die. What the fuck happened to us?" I feigned hurt , my hand alighting on my right breast , clutching it as though my heart was broken.

" Maybe it was Zac's way of paying back for you constantly hitting on his mother,"

The smile on Zac's face flatlined almost immediately and I felt the urge to smack Emerald's head for ruining the fun. Clearly Zac didn't appreciate my constant hitting on his mother. The look on his face during today's calculus class rushed back into my thoughts .

" Don't you have any other place to be other than here?" I scowled at Emerald , a glare pierced in my eyes.

" It's a free country," She smirked . " If I want to stay here , I will indeed stay here."

" What about your tampons? " Emerald gave an unexpected gasp of shock. " Are you not going to change those? I know you have one shoved up inside there."

" That's....really gross," Zac admitted , his face contorted in a grimace, visualizing the supposed tampon wedged inside Emerald's bleeding womanhood.

"A day can't go by without you successfully annoying me ," Rolled Emerald's eyes before stomping away , a satisfied smirk imprinting itself on my lips. I truly loved to annoy her. But the thought of other people annoying her kind of angered me, it was my job and my job only to annoy her. I didn't like other people doing my job for me.

Zac and I watch as the moody Emerald elbowed her way through the sea of students and soon she's out of sight , out of mind. This ushered in a cloud of awkward energy that laced itself in the atmosphere even the boisterous activities that had enveloped us seemed to fizzle out as Zac and I stared at each other , his eyes perfectly emanating with grimness. I felt my self shrinking with shame and I knew why.

" Go ahead, say it," my voice barely a whisper, I prompted him to voice out his feelings on the issue at hand.

" I have said it before and your excuse is usually the same," He sighed exasperatedly.

" If you want me to stop then say the word and I will gladly oblige,"

" I appreciate your offer but it doesn't really matter coz I'm transferring classes anyway," My jaw almost hit the floor , eyes bulging out of their sockets as I tried to process whatever words Zac had said. My breath clogged against my throat refusing to exhale , my stomach dropped between my knees as my brain replayed his words like a broken cassette tape. Zac shared a pitiful look with me after revealing the most heartbreaking news to his best friend, his shitty , narcissistic, perverted best friend who is me.

" But we always share most of our classes , if not all of them ," I defended, my eyes melting into soft pleading ones.

" Well, I guess you're going to add this class to the list of classes we don't share because I can't keep doing this,"

" Zac-"

" It's not you, it's me," That was proceeded by a light chuckle and I laughed at the famous speech of ' It's not you, it's me' right before someone dumps their better half. " I just can't stand the thought of my mother teaching the same class as me. It's embarrassing for me ."

" So this has nothing to do with me hitting on her every chance I get,"

" Oh that played a huge part too, I can't lie to you," He said in a matter of factly and all I could do was nod in understanding.

" Would you stay if I stopped?" I never intended on stopping , in fact that was the last thing on my bucket list but for Zac's case....maybe , just maybe I might pull back a little , dial back on the hitting. For his sake, that is.

" Well....it's a tough call since I can't stand being embarrassed by my mom regardless of whether you stopped hitting on her or not," He shrugged.

" But you do realize that I only do this as a joke, right?" I had to convince him that despite the lies behind my words. With my palm on his shoulder , I gave a reassuring squeeze , my eyes never leaving his in an intense eye contact. " I could hit on any female teacher in this school , doesn't mean I want to fuck them. It's just an inside joke."

" I know it's all a joke," His lips curved into a watery smile. " Even I know that you wouldn't go so far as to fantasize about fucking my mom. That's grossly unethical and plain wrong even by your standards."

Zac would then laugh at his words and I had no choice but to laugh along with him. Through my pleasant smiles and bashful laughter , I knew that there was a dark corner inside my brain that had envisioned myself going all the way with his mother, a part that salivated at the mere thought of kissing Amanda , that dark twisted fantasy of mine that remained confined within the bones of my skull. If Zac was given the power to take a glimpse inside my crooked thoughts, I don't think he would look at me the same way he does right now. Thank god for our quiet thoughts and inability to fumble inside one's head without their permission.

Thank god for giving us the right to our private thoughts.

" Speaking of which, " I watched as Zac dug inside his front jean pocket, fishing out for something , before producing a half folded white note. "mom asked me to give this to you ."

I took the note from his spindly fingers , unfolded it before reading through the message decoded between the lines.

" She says not to keep her waiting , and to keep your pansie attitude to yourself too,"

" I'm starting to see why you are transferring classes ," I gave a clever zinger , ripping the note in half . " can I transfer along with you?" I know it was just a frivolous suggestion , I could never dream of transferring Amanda's class even though I tend to space out every time she talks about math numbers and formulas and logarithms and shit.

Zac laughs nonetheless.

" Is your mom okay with you switching classes?" Maybe she would be heartbroken by the fact that her son doesn't want to be locked in the same room with her in the name of calculus. She definitely must be heartbroken. Maybe I can comfort her, rub her back while I whisper sweet nothings inside her delicately beautiful ears , hug her a bit....

" She already had an inkling before about my plans to switch classes , she'll get over it in a bit,"

" I hope so, "