07/02/2025
For the last paper that you will do for English this school year, you will have to submit a five-page short story on any topic by Monday next week. So, you have exactly one week to do the paper. Take note of the grading rubric posted on the board.” Mr. Walton started to explain about how he would grade each work. “Those who will get a perfect grade will be exempted from the final exams. So, make that short story as interesting as you can.” He looked at his watch. “We still have twenty minutes left. You can make use of the rest of the period to plan your story. You can also come up to me for consultation.”
I’m Chelsea Gray, a senior high school student. One of the ‘outcasts’ in this school. Though not really, I was the one who categorized myself as that. I didn’t actually belong to any group as I kept mostly to myself.
I was new in that boring town as my parents were transferred at the beginning of the school year because of work. I didn’t want to start on any kind of relationship as I would be out for college anyway.
What made my life interesting in that boring town was the man standing in front of the class. Mr. Jim Walton. Or the one I called Adonis of my dreams.
From what I had heard, Mr. Walton was divorced from his ex-wife last year. He had caught her cheating with her co-worker. Poor Mr. Walton. He was just twenty-five, only two years in the marriage, and already divorced.
I had been eyeing Mr. Adonis while thinking of a good topic for my story. I didn’t want it to be just good. It should be the best that he would ever read. Something that would definitely catch his eye and make him feel things. Like a light bulb had appeared above my head, I already knew what my topic was. Mr. Walton, who was discussing something with another student, had just looked up at me at the same time I licked my lips looking at him. Oops!
“Ms. Gray, you have your topic already?” His eyes staring squarely at mine.
“Yes, Mr. Walton, just thought of it.” I smiled at him innocently. “I just found the inspiration for it too.”
“Good. That’s good.” He smiled at me. “Looking forward to reading your work.”
I could just melt there at my seat, but the final bell rang disrupting our moment. He winked at me then went back to his desk.
Could it be that Mr. Walton was also attracted to me?
When I got home, I immediately started with my short story. My topic? A s*xu@l relationship between a student and a teacher. About being in a forbidden relationship.
Monday came and we had to submit our stories. I kissed it good luck and I could only hope for the best.
“You will know the results by Friday.” That was all Mr. Walton said and we all went out of the room as soon as the final bell rang.
I couldn't keep my excitement as I awaited the results. During the next few days, I could sense Mr. Walton sneaking up glances at me. A few times I would bite my lower lip or lick my lips. But most of the time, when I caught him looking at me, I would just give him a smile.
Friday came. I could not breathe properly waiting for the results. A few minutes before the bell rings, Mr. Walton had given back the papers, except for mine. I was beginning to get confused and worried. What happened to my work?
“Thank you for putting effort into your short stories. There are three people who got perfect scores. That means you are exempted from taking the final exams. Congratulations!” There was a piece of paper left on his table. It must be my story. “Ms. Gray, please stay after class.”
“Yes, Mr. Walton.” I replied quietly. Was there something wrong with what I did? Was he angry with my work? He did not limit the topic to choose from, so that means I could actually do a s*x story. I followed the rubrics that he had given us.
There went the bell and students started to file out of the room. I stood up and got my things arranged before walking to Mr. Walton’s desk.
“You wanted to see me, Mr. Walton?” My heart was pumping fast. I felt like fainting any second.
“Ms. Gray.” Mr. Walton stared into my eyes; his face was so serious. “I’m sorry but I cannot grade your work.”
“What?” I was totally shocked. How could that be?
“I could not explain now. I have to attend a teachers’ meeting in ten minutes. But if you are free tomorrow, please come to my apartment at nine in the morning.” He wrote his address and phone number on a piece of paper. He got up and stood beside me.
“Here’s my address.” He leaned close to my ear. “I’ll expect you tomorrow, Chelsea.”
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