"So on a scale of Ryan Gosling to Young Leonardo DeCaprio- how sexy was he shirtless?" Sage asks me.
We were now back at my house, everyone was sobered and over their hangover, simply lounging around the house on a Saturday night.

We were all in our pajamas pants and I had just explained to them my encounter with Mr. Valente.

"A young Leo," I answer truthfully and Violet swoons. "Was he sweating?" She asks and I nod.

"He totally knew it was you!" Aryiana tries to convince and I shrug.

"Why wouldn't he have approached me in a more appropriate manner then?" I ask and that makes her pause for a moment.

"Maybe he didn't want to." Sage offers and I bite the inside of my cheek. I had not battled that thought in my head and doing so now was nauseating.

"You were doing squats in front of him in shorts and a sports bra. He was staring at your ass the whole time." Violet says, stretching out on my bed.

My body was still hot from earlier at the gym and yet I was trying to convince myself that he didn't remember who I was. "Oh you lucky cunt." Sage groans and I roll my eyes.

"I'm just eager to see how he'll act on Monday." I mumble and tug off my Hollister sweatshirt and toss it over to my hamper.

"What if he acts oblivious?" Aryiana asks me and I already see Sage smirking from the corner of my eye.

"Set his ass up!" She squeals and Violet scoffs, "You want Marley to spark a conversation in which will lead him to admitting he was there with her as her 'personal trainer'." Violet corrects dramatically and I smile at them.

"I just don't know how to. But I'm sure I'll think of something." I assure them and Sage yawns and lays down across Violet.

"I love how interesting this is getting. I have a very good feeling about this book." Violet whispers and I raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" I ask her and she looks at Aryiana.

"Mr. Valente has no worries about his... Extra curricular activities. He can do a he pleases." Aryiana puts her input and Sage clears her throat. "He can do who he pleases." She adds and I widen my eyes.

"What are you all insinuating?" I ask and Sage bursts out into laughter.

"If he did know it was you at the gym which he more than likely did because he's clearly not an idiot- he wants something." Sage finally responds with a wide grin plasters across her face.

"Or you to be more specific." Violet whispers and I scrunch my face up.
Nobody on this Earth wanted me- especially not somebody like Mr. Valente.

"You guys are funny. Please let's just stick to the core idea of my book please." I say and my three friends glance at each other and then back at me.

"Alright." They harmonize and I frown. "Why are you guys acting like you know something or keeping something." I complain and fold my arms across my chest. "We're not. Let just see how he acts on Monday." Aryiana states and I nod and move towards my windowsill and sit back.

The girls continue to converse back and forth and I let my mind drift away. I was eager to begin my first sex scene for Impulse and then I wondered...would Ms. Evelyn remain the main character of my book?

I woke up in the middle of the night due to the fact I was cold. I fell asleep at my resting place on the windowsill and slowly opened my weary eyes.

Sage had a piece of pizza on her chest and excessive snoring. Violet was curled up in a ball next to her.
I smiled to myself and stretched then looked over at my digital clock that read 3:20 AM.

My eyes trailed over towards my small couch and I saw Aryiana sitting up, wide awake. "What's wrong?" I ask her and extended my legs to stand in my feet.
She seems startled by me being awake- as if I had halted her thoughts.

"Oh nothing. I'm just awake." She stammers and I frown and take a seat next to her.

Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail, revealing her bare face, slightly squinted eyes and high cheekbones.

"You can't sleep?" I ask and she shrugs and smiles. I lean back and close my eyes, resting myself as I hear her inhale.

"Where were you at the party? When you came down the stairs?" I ask, keeping my eyes closed as the question randomly struck me.

She says nothing and I open my eyes to see her staring at her hands.

"Aryiana." I call out in a hushed tone and she scratched the back of her head anxiously.
"You know you can tell me anything right? And I won't judge you at all. No matter what it is." I remind, leaning over to rest my hand on hers.

I see her face cringe and she bites the corner of her lip, "Yes you will." She whispers shakily and I frown.

She was never afraid to tell us anything- especially me. "Talk to me. What's wrong?" I ask, I hated seeing her like this; so distraught.

"Did you sleep with someone? Did someone do something to you?" She wasn't talking, which was a first for Aryiana.

Her eyes remained glued to her hands and she refused to make eye contact with me.

My heart was beating hard in my chest as I felt the anxious feeling in my chest grow.
"Aryiana-" but she finally stops me.
"I'm a lesbian Marley."

Her words stop me, strike me, almost knock the wind out of me and makes it impossible for me to breathe. She finally stares at me directly in the eyes.

Her face straight as if she's expecting me to explode in anger or something.

"So I'm guessing you were with a girl at the party." I finally say and her face remains the same.

"Yes." She says and I bite the inside of my cheek.

"Did you know her?" I ask, this was news to me. I never would've guessed.

"No." She thinks I'm judging her, I can tell.

"Is it good?" I ask with a hopeful smile and the corner of her lips turn into a smile and we both giggle.

Not because of the question but I think just to break the tension. "It's good. Really good." She whispers to herself as she bites her bottom lip and her eyes drift away.

"How long have you been a lesbian? Well you may have always been but just didn't know so how long have you known?" I continued to babble and Aryiana giggled again.

"Marley, I've known since about 9th grade. No need to feel awkward about it." Aryiana says with a compassionate smile.

"Why didn't you tell us?" I ask. She knows we weren't judgmental- so what was stopping her?
She sighs for a moment and glances up at me.

"I thought we'd all slowly stop hanging out. You'd all pull away slowly. You'd all feel awkward dressing in front of me or being around me." She explains and I shake my head.

"Aryiana you know me better than that. I would never think of you differently." I promise and she chuckles to herself and says nothing to that statement.

This interested me in a way I couldn't explain. It intrigued me.

"Marley, promise me you won't tell the others about me. I don't want them knowing just yet." She suddenly says and I frown.

"Why can't you tell them now?" I ask and she begins to shake her head.

"It's all in my timing. Just promise me?" She asks and I see the need in her eyes.
I inhale sharply and nod, leaning forward to hug her tightly.

She seems surprised by this and hesitantly wraps her arms around me. "This changes nothing." I whisper to her and she releases me.

"Thanks Marley." Aryiana calls after me as I make my way back over tithe windowsill.
I turn around to smile at her and she seems relieved.

"Anytime." I assure and slowly try to fall back asleep.

The following Monday held events that made me question my book. I slowly made my way to Mr. Valentes home room but came to a stop when I saw Ms. Evelyn standing in front of his desk.

"Sir, you're angry for a reason that you will not even let me explain." She says, keeping her head slightly tilted.

What has got her so bold? I stared at them from around the corner of the door and peered silently.

"You have defied my rules. There is no explanation." Mr. Valente says boldly, his jaw is clenching together and I see her knee begin to shudder.

I had the same thought in mind: that jaw clench was just too attractive.

Mr. Valente tapped his fingers across his desk quickly and she tensed. "You only do that when you wish to spank me." She takes note and he slowly smirks, in an obvious aroused manner.

"You observe me intently. You know I love to spank. I love how your body clenches and how your ass feels against my hand. I love how your skin turns a deep pink, it gets me so hard." He whispers and she bites her bottom lip.

I feel my own legs clench together and I exhale shakily,

"I'm sorry for disobeying you." Ms. Evelyn says with sincere eyes.
"Sarah, you know I already forgive you but that doesn't mean you won't be getting a punishment. Hand me your panties." He instructs and my eyes widen.

They were foolish to do all of this while the door was open, why was I anxious? I wasn't the one doing their dirty deeds.

Ms. Evelyn reached up her skirt and slowly slid down her lace thong. She stepped out of it and balled them into her hand.

Mr. Valente extended his hand and took her panties from her and smiled, "Your panties are wet Sarah." He states and she blushes and tilts her head down.
He stuffs them in his pocket and she backs away, I suppose dismissing herself from his presence.
"Same time as always Sir?" She asks and he nods. "You'll receive your punishment then." He reminds and Ms. Evelyn bites the inside of her cheek and walks towards the door.
I slowly straighten myself before walking in the classroom at the same time and she jumps, obviously startled.
"What are you doing here?" Ms. Evelyn asks flustered.

"This is my class." I say in an obnoxious tone.

She turns back for a moment and slowly walks past me.

I inhale briefly before walking into the classroom and Mr. Valente glances at me. "Someone's early." He takes note and I think to myself about how I was going to conjure the conversation. I needed to see if he would confess to knowing or not.

"Yeah. I work out in the morning time so I got here early." I state and study his facial expression but it doesn't change at all.

"Oh I see." He replies and looks back his papers. I internally groan and move to sit over next to him.

I had to be clever about this approach.

"So what are we doing in class today?" I ask and he rubs his shaven chin. "Well the theater teacher wants us to write the script for an upcoming play." He explains and I nod.
So I was guessing our class was writing it. "It's supposed to be about a forbidden relationship." He adds and I snicker inside of my head. I should just let them use my new erotica.

Yeah right.

"Joy." I whisper sarcastically and he raises an eyebrow.
"Is there a problem?" He asks and I shrug.
"That's so typical." I reply back with an obvious tone and he raises an eyebrow.

"Well you are in high school so of course it's going to be typical." He points out.

"So? As an author, I know as a high school and a class, we can come up with a better topic." I mumble.
"Oh? Like what?" My teacher asks curiously and I snort. "Class is starting," I inform as I see some of my peers beginning to enter the classroom.

Mr. Valente extended his hand and took her panties from her and smiled, "Your panties are wet Sarah." He states and she blushes and tilts her head down.
He stuffs them in his pocket and she backs away, I suppose dismissing herself from his presence.
"Same time as always Sir?" She asks and he nods. "You'll receive your punishment then." He reminds and Ms. Evelyn bites the inside of her cheek and walks towards the door.
I slowly straighten myself before walking in the classroom at the same time and she jumps, obviously startled.
"What are you doing here?" Ms. Evelyn asks flustered.

"This is my class." I say in an obnoxious tone.

She turns back for a moment and slowly walks past me.

I inhale briefly before walking into the classroom and Mr. Valente glances at me. "Someone's early." He takes note and I think to myself about how I was going to conjure the conversation. I needed to see if he would confess to knowing or not.

"Yeah. I work out in the morning time so I got here early." I state and study his facial expression but it doesn't change at all.

"Oh I see." He replies and looks back his papers. I internally groan and move to sit over next to him.

I had to be clever about this approach.

"So what are we doing in class today?" I ask and he rubs his shaven chin. "Well the theater teacher wants us to write the script for an upcoming play." He explains and I nod.
So I was guessing our class was writing it. "It's supposed to be about a forbidden relationship." He adds and I snicker inside of my head. I should just let them use my new erotica.

Yeah right.

"Joy." I whisper sarcastically and he raises an eyebrow.
"Is there a problem?" He asks and I shrug.
"That's so typical." I reply back with an obvious tone and he raises an eyebrow.

"Well you are in high school so of course it's going to be typical." He points out.

"So? As an author, I know as a high school and a class, we can come up with a better topic." I mumble.
"Oh? Like what?" My teacher asks curiously and I snort. "Class is starting," I inform as I see some of my peers beginning to enter the classroom. I revert my attention away from my teacher as I take my seat in the back of the class.

"Afternoon students." He says aloud as class begins. "Your theater teacher Mr. Beverly informed that she would like our class to write a romance play to be performed. Of course as our class has a magnitude of talent, I accepted." Mr. Valente informs the rest of the class, everyone exchanges facial expressions but there is no sign of objection or appreciation for the opportunity- only silence.

"You all seem overjoyed." Mr. Valente murmurs and the class chuckles silently. "Come on guys, this is a perfect opportunity to show the school what a kickass romance play we can write. Pair up in fours and come up with ideas at the end of the class, you'll share your ideas and we'll vote to the one we'll use." Mr. Valente explains. Slowly the class forms into a group of fours and I remain in my seat.

"Ms. Winter defies me once again, why am I not surprised?" Mr. Valente says as he approaches me. The class is too buys beginning the assignment to see him approach me.

"I don't have many friends in the class. Plus I could honestly care less, I'll let the class come up with a mediocre idea and just help write the script." I say with a shrug.
"You're cocky, you know that?" He points out.
I nod.
"Why don't you try? Isn't this your area of expertise in writing anyways?" He reminds me and I snort through my nose.
"Hardly," I admit.

"Marley, I hope you see that I'm trying with you, but you're making it extremely difficult for me not to angry." He says with dark eyes.
His accent was spine tingling.

"Look, how about you just let me work on the set or something? I can start painting the backdrop." I offer.
"The art class is doing that besides, you're a little too small to be carrying anything large." He says.
He was sounding like he actually cared. Which he didnt, he just wanted an excuse to not let me do anything.

"I can pick up-" I pause and glance around the room. "I can pick up your chair with one hand." I say and he chuckles and backs away. "Knock yourself out." He challenges.

I narrow my eyes on him and rise to my feet, moving over towards his desk and bending down in front of his chair. I grip the wheels of his chair and stand to my feet, bringing the chair with me. I notice I didn't get a good gripping and slowly put it back down. "Next time, bend lower if you wish to get results."

Holy Abercrombie and fiddlesticks. He did know it was me! I try not to make a big deal out of it but I was so tempted to take out my phone and text the girls 4-1-1. I was blushing, I was shaking.

"It's as simple as taking a squat." I mutter and move past him to my seat. I glance briefly to see him staring at me, his fingers twitching on his desk.

He only did that with Ms. Evelyn...when he wanted to spank her....

Lord Above, cast Angels around my ovaries for I fear of visual insemination.
I slowly slide back into my seat as I feel heat flush over my body.

"Oh by the way class, in order to keep up with assignments, I have a new way of checking and commenting on the assignments without the hassle of paper." Mr. Valente interrupts and I hear a drop in his voice, he turns around and grabs a marker, writing on the board.

"The website is called Wattpad. I can ensure some of you have already heard of it. You will make an account and we will all follow each other on the website as a class. You will do writing projects and assignments on this website from now on." Mr. Valente says briefly and he glances at me and I lock my jaw.

He knew alright. He knew everything.

~*~*~*

This chapter was awfully short. I apologize.
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