"Miss Roache, so lovely to see you. Your mother led us to believe you wouldn't be in this week, something about having quite a temperature?" The secretary in the sixth form centre noticed me before eight o'clock when my classes started, I was walking towards class when she called me over to her desk.
"Oh yes, I need to tell you about that. You see, my mother and I have had quite a disagreement and I have moved out. Well, I have been kicked out so I no longer live at that address or have her as an emergency contact."
"Right ok, I can deal with that, I just need a new address and emergency contact." I swiftly handed her a piece of paper with the new details on it, "but Miss Roache, that is Mister Alexander's name and details. He is your teacher, what is going on?"
"Mister Alexander is my Uncle. I am staying with him until I find suitable accommodation, until then he is my only family and I am living with him. Is that ok with you?"
"Of course. That is fine, I'll just clarify it with Mister Alexander and then I'll enter it into the system."
Walking into class five minutes late everyone sat and stared, silence engulfed me as I took my seat. It didn't take them long to bombard me with questions. "Why did your Mum yell at Alexander? Why weren't you in yesterday? Is it true you got kicked out?" Finally it was Mister Nicholson, my law tutor shut everyone up, "Miss Roache, I suggest you catch up on the work you missed yesterday by the end of the week or you will be behind. And what is that you are wearing?"
"School uniform Sir." Ok, maybe not entirely school uniform. I only had six weeks of school left and I wanted to be free, I had confidence and I could be whoever I wanted to now. My skirt was tight and short, a black pencil skirt which cut off just above my knee; my shirt was skin tight and showed off my florescent pink bra off. The only part of my uniform which was one hundred percent correct was my tie which was done up to my neck and reached my navel. My blazer was flung over my shoulder; far too hot to have it on it became a sort of fashion accessory.
Mister Nicholson was silent, no response emerged but he merely continued teaching as if nothing had just happened. Throughout the class I heard some of the guys making comments about me, my former crush Joe catching my attention, "wouldn't you wanna just rip that skirt off, imagine those thick thighs wrapped around you. I mean, her legs are so long you'd forget about any imperfections. A good fuck, what do you think? I mean she is getting some for sure, she's glowing. Girls do that you see; they have this look about them when they've been fucked."
"Mhmm, imagine if she was a bit skinner, would make fucking her ten times better, massive tits on a small body."
"Nah, big tits are good on any size. In those clothes I would fuck her no matter her size," the boys gave each other a high five before turning their attention back to the class.
When class ended I wandered out of the room just to be stopped by Joe himself,
"Jezzebelle!" Turning around I saw him, he had always been attractive but not as much as Uncle Jonathon. He was tall, muscled, had blonde hair which was swept over to the side, his eyes were a piercing blue too. Before, he made me melt in his presence; when I had to do group projects I could hardly maintain composure long enough to actually do the work. I always wondered if his body felt as good as it looked. "Is it true what everyone is saying?" I raised my eyebrows questioning him, "you arrived with Mister Alexander this morning? You were seen getting out of his car."
"Yeah, what if I did?"
"He's your teacher. It's not like you can fuck him."
"He's my Uncle." I shrugged and walked off towards the music department to find Uncle Jonathon, I couldn't believe how fast rumours spread.
He wasn't in his office when I arrived there, nor was he in the practice room, eventually I heard a very off tune saxophone warbling away so knew he was teaching. My head popped around the corner of the classroom to find Uncle Jonathon sitting at the piano with Eleanor, a girl a year below me playing the instrument. Badly. I knocked on the door frame and made eye contact with my Uncle, "sorry to intrude, do you mind if I borrow you for a moment Mister Alexander?"
"Of course Jezzebelle, What's up?"
"Err... My composition. I need help. I'm really struggling, I won't need you for long, just a minute."
"That's fine, Eleanor and I were almost finished anyway, we can end a little early to help. I do have another class in ten minutes though so it needs to be quick Jezzebelle."
