Here we go again. . Porn . … Mrs. Barrett. He walked to the front of the class, and started lecturing us on how awful our grades were. I was rubbing and I felt it grow. Mrs. Barrett was our first block today, and our third and fourth. The connections bell rang, and that was the end of our time for that period. He loved the feeling and knew that I was that girl that would do almost anything for almost anybody. I breathed a sigh of relief, and poked his shoulder. Another class change bell rang, and we walked casually to Mrs. Ryman handed us a worksheet to do for homework over the weekend, and the bus bell rang signaling the end of the school week.
Everyone flooded out the door except Camden and me, because we were in no hurry to leave.
