Ello! I'm back! (finally)


I puckered my bright, cherry lips in the mirror, primping my brown curls and tightening my pink bow as I did so. It had been two weeks since that kid, Travis(?) had died. Wait, no, Tyler? Or was it Tim? Whatever, it didn't matter. The point is, everyone's attention was focused on what a "tragedy" it was to lose one of our own.

My theory is, he staged his death and put a dummy in his place, just so he could get all of the attention. After all, that was what everyone was talking about. Nobody had even noticed my new jacket! And after he had gotten all of the attention, he would be the new king of the school and he would ask me out. Of course, I couldn't deny him after that. Well, until someone more popular showed up.

When I was sure my appearance was knockout-worthy, I strutted out of the bathroom in the Girls' Dorm. It was my last year here, thank God. I would soon be among people like me in College. It would work out perfectly. I could get away from the ugly, piggish guys and the insecure, knobby-kneed girls. What a great feeling it would be to be on top of the social ladder of the biggest party school in the nation.

I pushed open the heavy, grey doors of Bullworth Academy, spreading my hands wide before me as I made my glorious spectacle. Of course, though, like the past two weeks, no one even turned their heads. Mainly because it was all of the non-clique students, and they shared a lunch table with that Tim or whatever, so they were still pissy and emotional about it.

I rolled my eyes and huffed a dramatic sigh as I made my way to my locker. I grabbed one of the four books in my locker and stomped away to first period- Math. Great. This shitty day couldn't get any shittier.

Throughout Math, it was terribly hard to stay awake, but I was entertained, nonetheless, with the substitute teacher we had. It was a pretty rare thing that we ever had substitutes, and this one was quite the looker, if you catch my meaning. His dark hair was swept up in an almost-pompadour, revealing his not-so-mildly intriguing green eyes. He smiled as we filed in like brain dead zombies, showing his deep cheek dimples.

He introduced himself as Mr. Gunne as he passed out our in-class work for the day. Once everything was passed out, he sat at the front of the classroom in Hattrick's old, dumpy seat. The wood creaked and shifted under Mr. Gunne's weight, even though he couldn't have weighed more than 180 pounds.

I stared as his eyes met mine. He winked and did a half smile. My heart flip-flopped and I blushed and looked back down at the math problems on my paper. It wasn't very often a boy could make me blush. Typically, I would be unfazed but the boys around here surely weren't as mature as Mr. Gunne, if you catch my meaning.

As the bell rang, I straggled behind everyone and decided to make my move. I walked up to his desk. He didn't notice me for a moment, as he was grading papers, but I cleared my throat, making my presence known. He gently rested the purple pen down and looked up at me expectantly, a charming smile playing on his beautiful, full, cherry red lips.

"How may I help you," he asked smoothly.

I smirked a little and leaned my weight over the desk, almost leaning over. "I have a question on some of those math problems. I don't really get it," I said coyly, flirting with my eyes.

He chuckled and leaned back. "And what problems were those?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. This wasn't going to be easy. "Oh, well, the ones on the backside."

His smirk increased. "Well, seeing as there wasn't a backside to your assignment, I'd be a little confused, as well."

I blushed and managed out, "Oh, well, I.."

Suddenly, his eyes darkened. "You could've just asked for extra credit, if you wanted it, Miss Wiles."

I was taken aback. For one, he didn't know me at all, so it shocked me that he used my last name, and then he had basically just put himself out there. I mean, it was what I wanted, right?

"Come by my house after school," he said easily, jotting down his address on a piece of paper as he handed it to me. I smirked and nodded, turning on my heel as I walked out and into the now-empty hallway.

I had a lot to get ready for tonight.


Once I got to the Girls' Dorm, I showered, got dressed in a black mini dress, did my makeup, and did my hair to the side in a simple fishtail braid. I slipped on my black pumps and grabbed my purse. I ignored all of the other girls asking where I was going. Normally, I would have told them because I loved to gloat, but something told me not to tell them about this. I didn't want Mr. Gunne under arrest.

I made my way to his humble cottage at the end of the road in town. It was pretty well secluded from any neighbors. My heart started to pump faster with excitement as I rang the doorbell. A few moments later, Mr. Gunne opened the door, wearing only a white tank top and a pair of black sweatpants. He opened the door further for me to enter and closed and locked it behind him.

I turned to face him as he immediately pinned me against the wall, ravaging my lips as he slid his tongue in through my needy lips and met my tongue, wrestling it in a match of dominance that he refused to lose. His hands gripped my hips under my dress and started to rub my sides, his warm hands heaven against the coldness of my creamy, soft skin.

He broke the kiss temporarily as he slid the dress up and over my head. I shimmied his shirt up over his head, as well, and marveled momentarily at his beautiful body. There was a little part of me that was slightly jealous for cheating on Ted, but Mr. Gunne surely distracted me from further feeling, as lust quickly ignited my body in a frenzy.

Just as I was about to take things a bit farther, I glanced behind his head and opened my mouth to scream at the horrific sight, but a hand was clamped over my mouth. Then, a heavy object hit the back of my skull and I blacked out, visions of decapitated heads twirling in my dreams.