Brie snapped her head to him and glared.
He grinned slyly and quietly mouthed, “Let me see your pussy.”
Brie snapped her head back to her desk and fumed. Edward chuckled quietly to himself.
After a minute she heard again, more insistently, “Let me see your pussy.” Brie tried to ignore it, but her burning cheeks gave her away.
Then, louder, “Lift up your dress. Let’s see your goodies.” This time, the boy in front of Edward heard and snorted out a chuckle, throwing a quick glance at Brie, then backwards to Edward. Edward clucked out a louder laugh.
Mr. Ivarson, too, noticed something going on and called on the boy. “Edward, is there something you have a question about?”
“Uh, no, sir,” he replied.
Mr. Ivarson peered over his glasses at him for a moment, before returning to his lecture.
Edward sank back into his seat and quieted down, but Brie could still see him out of the corner of her eye. She tried not to pay him any attention as he ever-so-slowly turned his body toward hers and then spread his legs. She could feel him staring at her as he did so. Then she saw him begin to flick his hand back and forth over the crotch of his jeans in contrived female masturbation. He quietly began to gasp mockingly, his breath crescendoing such that the girl in front of Brie turned to notice him. She stifled a shocked guffaw at his actions, and at Brie’s expense.
The poor girl could take it no longer. “Stop it, you bully!” she croaked. The whole class immediately turned to look at the scene.
Mr. Ivarson frowned and barked, “Edward!”
The boy suddenly gripped his desk and rumbled it against the floor. He cried out with a sneer, “I’m sorry sir, it’s— it’s coming from my pussyyyy!”
The classroom erupted in a roar of laughter at his callback to Brie’s Friday incident. Brie was crimson with humiliation.
Mr. Ivarson flew into a rage, shouting above the commotion. “That’s it! I warned you all not to make a big deal about this last week. Detention for you, Edward. Go to the principal’s office now.”
“Whatever, man,” beamed Edward as he grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “Less time for me to be in this shitty class.” The students broke into another bout of laughter. “Peace out!”
“That’s two detentions, Edward!” Mr. Ivarson called after him. After the boy had made his exit, the teacher turned his attention to Brie. “You, too, are excused, young lady. Please go to one of the study rooms and wait for me there after class.” He held out a hall pass that he had apparently prepared ahead of class time.
Brie couldn’t leave the room fast enough. She dashed down the hall toward the row of sound-proof cubicles the school had installed to let students get homework done with fewer distractions. As she rounded a corner, she nearly ran into Mia.
“Whoa!” Mia shouted, “Oh hey, Brie! Jesus, you nearly creamed me.”
“Mia! What are you doing here?” Brie sniffled and quickly wiped tears from her eyes.
“Gotta take a leak.” Mia flashed her bathroom pass. “What are you doing?”
“I got in trouble and I have to go to one of the study rooms.”
“Ah, man, what did you do?”
“Nothing!” Brie lamented. “It wasn’t my fault.”
“Ugh, that’s the worst,” Mia consoled. “Hey, what if you just bailed?”
“What, like leave school?”
“Yeah,” Mia grinned, “Wanna skip out? I do it sometimes when I’ve had enough of this shit.”
Brie stared into Mia’s lively eyes and considered it. She would love to spend the day anywhere but here, and especially in the company of her newfound friend. But she replied, “I— I better not. I promised Daddy—er, my father—that I’d at least try to get through half the day.”
Mia smiled and mussed the girl’s hair, “Probably better that way. I always end up getting in more trouble in the end, anyway. How are you doing, by the way?”
“Bad. Everybody knows what I did on Friday, and now rumors are flying about Saturday and Sunday, too, like from when we went to the pool.”
“Oh,” nodded Mia knowingly. “Well, if it helps, those rumors aren’t from me. I’ve only told my friends that you’re cool.”
Brie’s eyes widened, “Really?”
“Yeah, real cool,” the upperclassman smiled. “They wanna hang out sometime.”
Brie’s insides warmed at the revelation. She suddenly felt the urge to hug Mia, and she dove in. “Oh Mia, I’m so glad I met you. Thanks for being my friend.”
“Yeah, kid.” She squeezed Brie in return. “Let’s get together soon. And bring your girlfriend Elsie along. She’s a firecracker.”
The girls parted and Brie found her destination. She sat at a small study table in the sound-proof cubicle and waited until the end-of-class bell sounded. She could barely hear it through the study room’s seals, but it leaked through faintly. She watched students filter by the large glass door for a while until, with a whoosh of air, Mr. Ivarson opened the door and joined her.
“Hello, Brie,” he said, moving the table out of the way and taking a seat across from her.
“Hi,” Brie said glumly.
“How are you doing this morning?”
“I’m okay,” Brie answered with the stock reply.
“Good, good,” he said, searching awkwardly for the right thing to say. “Um, well, do you know why I sent you here?”
“No,” said Brie, “whatever it was, it wasn’t my fault, Edward—” she complained.
“I know, I know,” he reassured the girl, leaning over and putting a hand on her knee. “You didn’t deserve what he was doing to you. You’re not in trouble for that.” He then cleared his throat and said, “In fact, you’re here, because I wanted to talk to you about something else. I wanted to check in on you and see if you were alright.”
“Oh, okay,” said Brie, “but, isn’t that what the school counsellors are for?”
The elder teacher chuckled and said, “Well, yes, they sometimes do work with troubled children. But all teachers here have a responsibility for their pupils’ well being.”
Brie trembled with trepidation, “Is this about last week?”
Mr. Ivarson nodded, and the two of them sat there in silence for a brief moment. Suddenly, he sat back in his chair and stared at the wilting figure before him. “Now, I want to remind you that you missed out on class last week, after your… incident.”
“I know,” Brie said staring down at her lap.
“I just want you to know, after they took you to the hospital, I held an important pop quiz, which you also missed.”
Brie looked up at him with watery eyes. “I did?”
Mr. Ivarson leered and said, “Yes, and since you missed it, you failed the quiz. And, well, that could negatively impact your grade in my class.”
Big tears welled up in the young student’s puppy dog eyes. “But I— I couldn’t help it!”
“I understand,” the teacher said, lightening up a bit. After some consideration, he begrudged, “I suppose I can give you a C—that is, if you can give me a doctor’s note that details your condition. Ah, which was, by the way…?”
Brie blushed and shied away. Quietly, she started, “I’m super—” She hesitated to say the word to her school teacher, “orgasmic,” she squeaked out.
Mr. Ivarson bent his ear, “I’m sorry?”
Brie looked at her feet, “I’m super-orgasmic. It means I… c– cum a lot.”
Her teacher smirked deviously. “I see. Well, if you can give me your doctor’s note for your super-orgasmic condition right now, I can mark your quiz grade up.”