I can feel pure excitement bubbling up inside me as I dash through the school corridor to my boyfriend’s classroom. The clock says I still have one hour before our date — a planned romantic dinner at a nearby restaurant.
But I can’t wait for us to be together! Honestly, I am ecstatic. It is my thirtieth birthday and our sixth monthsary. I have my own house and own a car. I have investments, some savings and a stable job. Mark, my boyfriend, is also a teacher like me. It’s a simple life, but all in all, life is pretty good. My mother is right, simple things are always the sweetest.
Moreover, maybe now, after six months, we can take a step further in our relationship. I can finally offer myself to a man. It’s been long due. I’ve been a virgin for three decades of my life. It’s not that I am adamant about keeping it until my wedding day, but I just don’t find the right time or the right man to lose it to. I just can’t go on a trip and give it for free, right? Just the idea of it makes me shiver in disgust. Imagine kissing and being touched by a stranger. It’s repugnant.
And so, arriving at the room, I notice that the windows are shut and the lights are turned off.
A student comes out of the room. I remember that his name is Jason, the current school paper feature writer. He bows at me, and I acknowledge his presence.
“Ma’am, actually…”
“Is Mark there?” I ask, making a small smile as I glance at the room he exits.
He nods. “There is just something I’d like to ask.”
“What is it?”
“Can the school paper have a feature on you?”
I cock my head at him. “What for?”
“You just won an award at the recent teacher’s conference, right? You also keep on getting promoted. And so, we think it will be motivational to get an interview with you.”
“Oh,” I exclaim. That means more eyes will look at me. In truth, I’ve only done those things for money. A higher position means a higher salary. Better room assignments too and I will be able to handle the star section. “Maybe next time?” I ask.
“But ma’am, you’ve been here for a year…” he complains.
“There are other teachers too, other amazing teachers. You can interview them.”
He grimaces. He’s been pestering me for an interview since the first time I won an award in the regionals. It’s not that big of an achievement. Besides, I only joined for the prize money.
“How about this…” I start. “If one of your team goes to the national competition for the school press conference, I will do the interview. Not only that, but I will also go with you to the city, that is, if you want me there. After the competition, win or lose, I will treat the team to something nice.”
Jason brightens up and responds, “You promised, Teacher Cassie.” He starts to walk away from me as if he thinks that I will change my mind if he doesn’t leave soon. “Don’t forget!” he shouts at me while waving his hand.
“Just make sure you win!” I retort, shouting back so he’d hear me.
And so, when the young man is gone, I shift my attention to the classroom. The lights are dimmed and the room glows gently yellow in the low light. The sunlight from the windows has turned a warm yellow-orange. My boyfriend, Mark Wood, should be leaving by now. It’s already close to six PM and we have a reservation in the local restaurant at seven PM. The chosen restaurant is only thirty minutes of drive so I brought my car, but it’s better if we drive there now. Or rather, he starts to drive. I hate driving. It’s stressful and tiring. I’d rather spend those minutes spent on driving by thinking of other things.
I enter the room. No one is inside. My shoes echo on the tiled floors. The tables are gleaming in the low light. A low murmur comes from behind the door to my left. On the wall beside the door, a symbol of The Circle has been painted, a looping swirl of earth and sky. A black, shapeless blot has been superimposed on the upper right corner, making it impossible to tell what the painting is supposed to be a portrait of. I’m no artist, but I can appreciate that it’s a bold and beautiful painting. As my eyes adjust to the gloom, I realize that everything is cleaned up and organized, which means that Mark is ready to leave. In fact, he has been ready for some time.
He’s nowhere to be found, though. My eyes go to the closed door of the bedroom. He’s a home economics teacher, so his room has an extra room where extra pillows are placed and organized.
However, I haven’t even opened the door when I heard unmistakable sounds inside. I’ve watched steamy romance before and I know how lovemaking sounds. That sound of flesh against flesh, those moans, and sounds of pleasure. I’ve long wanted to try it, but I never had a chance before.
And so, taking the key from the desk where Mark hides it, I unlock the door and push it open. I don’t know how to react to the scene inside. The new teacher, Hilda Ellis, who’s been a volunteer teacher for five years, is on all fours on the bed. And my boyfriend, of six months, is fucking her from behind.
I can see his length, which is midway from pulling out and thrusting against her again. It’s something I haven’t seen before. I want to cry because this scene seems too pathetic. I thought I know him, but seeing him now, I think that I don’t really know him. If that is the case, do I love him? The only reason I said yes to him is because we are paired up. We are the only teachers who are still single. He also looks okay and has a nice body. More importantly, he has humor, something that I like in a guy, else I will talk a lot about myself, something that I don’t enjoy. But then, as we go through with our relationship, I start to think of a life with him. I think it will be okay — it will be a type of peaceful living.
“Cassie…” he breathes.
Neither of them is standing up or moving away from each other. Instead, Mrs. Hilda, a young woman of twenty-seven, is still impaled midway by his manhood.
I move closer to them, and then I look at his erection. I did the most painful thing I can think of while I am rattled by this sense of betrayal.
“Already erect, and only that big? I am amazed Miss Hilda is enjoying your stolen session.”
I shift my attention to the young woman and ask, “I hope your husband knows about this?” I take my phone and snap a picture of them, still conjoined with each other.
Fear suddenly appears on her face. She pulls back from my boyfriend—no, ex-boyfriend—and covers herself.
“You won’t tell him,” she hisses.
“That you are enjoying my ex-boyfriend’s tiny penis?”
“T-tiny?” Mark sputters the word.
He is focusing on the wrong word. If he doesn’t love me anymore, he could have ended things between us. Sure, I will try to make him stay. I will propose some changes to our relationship too. But in the end, I will allow him. He doesn’t need to do this behind my back. He is just making things worse.
“Maybe I should flirt with your husband instead,” I say. My eyes on Mrs. Hilda. “In that way, you will know how this feels like.”
“You whore!”
“And yet, who’s the one naked? Who’s the one fucking a man who is not hers?” I retreat from the room while smirking. When I reach the door, I open it and say, “Continue. Don’t mind me. I will even lock the door for you. For your privacy.”
And I did. However, the instant the door fits on its frame, my tears fall. Thirty years old, first-time boyfriend, a virgin, and yet, utterly cheated with a new, beautiful co-teacher that has only become a full-time teacher today.
I grin in between my tears. Frustrated, I wipe it all away. I sniff and make sure I still look okay. Guess I will have to cancel that reservation now. And so, I leave the room and walk towards my car. Students are nodding at me and I nodded back. I even take my phone and cancel my reservation. In that way, talking on the phone and looking busy, the students won’t crowd me.
However, the instant I enter my brand-new cheap car, I lean my head on the steering wheel and cry again.
My hands tremble as I reach for my phone. When I open it and see the image of Mark and Hilda engaging in carnal pleasure, a wave of fury crashes over me. My whole world turns red as I glare at the image, my vision clouded by a storm of rage. No, I won’t take this so calmly like this! All rational thought is gone — replaced by a powerful rage as I toss my phone aside.
I can’t understand! Why is love is so hard to find? What the f*uck is wrong with me that Mark cheated on me?! That damn teacher Hilda — she had to cross the line this time! And I won’t back down. I’m gonna get her! I will march right into the police station, show her husband the picture of her having her way with someone else, and let him know his wife is a cheater. I’m gonna wreak havoc. I will destroy her marriage. Seduce her husband and take him for myself if I have to! I don’t care anymore!
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I stop the engine and step out of my car. My hands are shaking as I place the keys in my pocket. Taking a deep breath, I traipse across the parking lot towards the reception of the police station. “Where’s Mr. Ellis?!” I ask, my heart pounding. The woman on the desk raises her eyes at me. Still, she answers, “He’s in his office. Don’t come in now. They are pretty busy.” “When can I come in then?” I ask politely this time. “Maybe in two hours.” “But it’s just 6.30 pm.” “Then come back at 8.30 pm. This is a police station. There are times when this place gets too busy.” I grunt, and yet, I move away from the desk. “Fine, I will return at 8.30 pm. Should I wait there?” “Yes. I will inform him that someone is waiting for him. So, may I ask your name?” “Miss Cassie Curtis.” “Oh, you are that prodigy teacher!” I stop myself from rolling my eyes. I don’t like being called like that, so I say, “I am not. I am just an average teacher.” “I heard about you from my daughter. She’s happ
Suddenly, his kisses become more insistent. Every time I try to catch my breath, he pulls me to him and kisses me again. It is disconcerting. I have never been kissed like this before. Did he… Maybe he and Hilda are no longer having sex? Maybe she’s always with my asshole ex-boyfriend and when she’s home, she’s already too tired to take care of his desires? Well then, Mrs. Hilda. You don’t have to worry because I will take good care of your husband. And so I snake my fingers on the back of his neck and pull him closer to me. I press my chest against him and he groans at the gesture. Suddenly, he lifts me, and I squeal. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him again. He’s a great kisser. No chaste kisses from him. I feel like I am being devoured and I like to do the same with him. So, I did. Before long, I learn to play with his tongue. I learn how to allow him to scour my mouth. More importantly, I understand what it means to ‘deepen’ a kiss. When I am dropped on the bed, I rea
It has become common knowledge that the charming Mr. Mark and me are no longer together. However, there are no rumors of the reason. No reputation damage on Hilda as well. All I know is that Mark is reaching out to me to fix our relationship. I said that we were off the instant I caught him cheating. All he said was that Hilda was already his secret lover even before I came into his life. It’s supposed to be their last sex, their last goodbye, because… according to him, he plans to live his life with me. The idiot! Who would f*ucking believe him?! I snort. I may, or may not, destroy Hilda, or my ex-boyfriend. I am still thinking about it, especially after that recent misstep at the police station and the hotel afterward. Who, in their right mind, would think that a man wearing really expensive casual clothes is a police officer? He also smells of fancy perfumes! Something that a provincial salary will not be able to cover! I groan. That’s exactly because I am not in the right mind!
I massage my temple and Alinn, the sweet teenage girl, asks, “Are you okay, Miss Cassie? Should we take a break? Maybe you can just leave me references that I can study. There’s no need for you to sit with me.” I smile at her. “Well, I’m sure you’ve heard about me and Teacher Mark, but you should focus on the review and stop worrying about your heartbroken teacher.” She makes a small smile. She has misaligned teeth, but her eyes are bright and huge. Her face is circular and small. She is an adorable young woman, not to mention a very smart girl. I sigh as I remember that misstep at the police station. It’s been a month since then. I didn’t dare to call that Liam Chapman again. My plan failed to make that bitch-Hilda feel what she’s done to me—if only her husband is half as good-looking as Liam, then maybe– I shake my head in annoyance. My plan failed completely, and a total stranger has fucked me. F*ucked, even I definitely enjoyed it. I have already burned the calling card, but I
Monday morning starts normally except for a new student who enrolls in the school. It’s not as chaotic as I expected, though. In fact, the little boy is able to immerse himself in the crowd. I think one reason for his quick adjustability is that he is already wearing the school uniform. Some female students can’t help but point at him, though. It’s also understandable. The little boy is a looker. Straight black hair, fair skin, tall and cute. He is also carrying himself well, as if he knows people would like to befriend him. It won’t be long until they label him as the Campus Crush. The boy’s name is Lukas Reeves, a transferee from the city, and the cause of the excitement of the female students. In fact, when I was having my lunch with my co-teachers and I told them that I would like to take a break from all the blind dates they were setting me up for, they agreed without a fuss. Then their conversation shifted to the new transferee. It was only until Friday afternoon that I discove
“Be thankful that the father did not sanction you,” the principal says. “I apologize, Principal Abra. I won’t do it again,” I respond. Next time, I won’t lose control of my emotions. I need a better hold on it. I lay my head low so this would get sorted out soon. “Will I be able to apologize to the parents?” I ask. “There is no need. However, the other teachers and students want you to apologize to the son.” I raise my head at him. “I know,” he says before I can even speak. “I will apologize to the parents, but I don’t think I should apologize to the son. It will appear as if what he did is NOT wrong. It won’t be good for him. Besides, that kid already has an attitude. We can’t contribute to that. Instead, we need to—” The principal raises his arms to stop me. “I understand, Teacher Cassie. Back in my day, his actions are already ground for expulsion. That show of utmost disrespect to a teacher should not be something a teacher should apologize for. However, sometimes, we just ne
I enter the classroom and tell the students that we are going to study something special today. It will be a special class about science in literature. But my students are all too busy chatting with their friends. I try to take their attention but they refuse to acknowledge my presence. This is the first time this happened. “Hmmm,” I mutter as I observe the students. This is definitely orchestrated. Then my eyes catch Lukas. There is an amused expression on his face. I smirk. So this is his revenge, huh? This little monster student of mine. I slam the table, and my students have no choice but to transfer their attention to me. “Do you have anything you’d like to say to me?” I ask them. A look of fake shock appears on their faces. Then there is silence in the room. The students who had been talking before looked away from me. Some of them are looking down. They are probably ashamed to be caught up in this... What shall I call this? Lukas’ stupidity? “Anyone who’d like to speak up?
We arrive at Lukas’ house. It’s brand new. It has two levels and an attic. Some part of the walls are made of thick glass. The house is made of a strange metal that looks almost like mercury. “Have you cleaned lately?” I ask. “Of course not! Why would I clean?” “Ahm, because this is your house,” I say. Lukas pushes open the door. It’s metallic and is not making any sound. It’s different from the house I rented where the door handle is old and worn. “Maids come in every Friday and clean up before my father arrives for the weekend,” he informs. “You mean I won’t be able to talk to your father today?” “Why would you even want to talk to him?” “Because of your most recent offenses,” I say. “I also need to discuss with him about your education.” “Then you will need to ask for a schedule to meet with him. He’s a busy man,” he says. “Your family is in business, right?” “Why do you care?” he asks. He places his arms across his chest and stares me down. “Are you not going to leave,