03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
King hated getting the short end of the stick. At Hollifield High, that looked like being on rotation for monitoring the parking lot, or sitting with the kids who had after school detention. Today it was after school detention. It was crap.
When he was in high school King never got in trouble. He was popular, adored, and too smart to do stupid things (or to get caught when he did, the few times he did). He despised the kids who came to detention. He despised most kids. He was one of those teachers. The kids could tell he didn't like his job, but he was eye candy and said inappropriate things so he was a beloved teacher. He assigned homework and actually knew his content to teach it, so administration kept him on despite his tattoos and the rumors about things he did outside of school.
It was a Friday and King would have liked to be napping at home. He intended to go out and be out late tonight. So this sucked. It was detention for him as much as for the kids.
Well, so far there was only one kid, and he was sleeping in the corner. King was glad--the dude smelled.
He sat at the teacher's table at the front of the room with his feet propped and crossed at the ankle. He played with a pencil between his fingers that tapped the table in a repeating beat. When the door opened for the other person who was on his list for the day he didn't bother looking up.
Blair was incredibly irritated that she had ended up in detention. She hoped her Dad wouldn't find out. While it wasn't a common occurrence, this was not the first time she had ended up here. She had only been two other times since starting high school. This time it was because she had been caught skipping class.
She entered the room still wearing her cheer uniform and her hair up in a bouncy pony tail. They had a pretty small squad and Blair wasn't the head cheerleader or anything. She liked being in cheer but wasn't committed enough to lead.
As she entered the room there was only one other kid there and as she passed by him she wrinkled her nose at the b.o. Now THAT kid was someone who was likely here quite a bit. However, much to her delight, her English teacher was the one was here today. She smiled to herself and set her bag down beside a desk at the front and approached his desk.
She slid her detention form across the table towards him. "Sorry you have to be stuck here tonight Mr. Lear." She said, shifting her hips slightly back and forth, her cheer skirt swaying side to side.
King only looked up from the desk when the detention slip made its way across his desk. He saw the name, then his peripherals caught sight of the flipping skirt, and he turned his pretty blue eyes up to look. Hips. Flat belly. Ample bosom. Voluptuous lips. Ah yes, Blair Whittaker.
"Are you, though?" He asked, setting his pencil down and pulling the slip to him for a better look. Skipping class. He glanced at her over the slip and then set it down and motioned to the desks.
"Take a seat, Blair." There was something tired in his voice.
"Well sure I am." She replied. "I'm sure you have way better things you'd like to be doing on a Friday afternoon." She said, so would she. Her stomach filled with butterflies as he looked at her with those gorgeous blue eyes. English was her favorite subject for a reason and it wasn't whatever was on the syllabus.
"Though to be honest, I'm not sorry that I got to have you in here instead of Ms. Thompson or something." She added with a little guilty shrug. He told her to take a seat but she hesitated. "Is anyone else coming to detention today or it is just the...three of us?" She asked, feeling the presence of the other boy behind her but not bothering to look back at him.
Blair Whittaker was a fine-ass young woman, but she was also annoying. She was rich and preppy--and worse: peppy. All the cheerleaders were. King had loved them in high school, but now as a coach he usually wanted to yell at them to shut up. Like right now. It wasn't personal. She just brought sunshine into the room and he had liked the gloom. Also she was talking too much.
"That's because Ms. Thompson is a rigid bi--" He caught himself, let his lower jaw hang loose for a second, then snapped his mouth closed as he rolled his eyes. There was nothing professional about him. He really should have been fired ages ago. He thought about not answering Blair, but after a sigh he relented.
"Just you, me, and the kid who smells like pee." He was surely a natural poet. He had a habit of burning kids worse than any of them could burn each other. It was entertaining as long as you weren't the victim.
Though he hadn't intended to converse with her, and detention was supposed to be silent, King indulged his curiosity.
"What were you doing while you were skipping?" He caught her eye, and a very small, mischievous smile spread across his lips.
Blair smirked. That was part of the reason she loved Mr. King. He was much more 'real'. She liked having a teacher who said it like was and didn't put on a fake persona of being super professional. He was just himself. She wasn't the only student who felt that way, despite perhaps not being the best teacher, he was most kids favorite.
Blair swishing her hips again softly. "Wouldn't you like to know, Professor." She practically pursed. She then shrugged her shoulders coyly. "No, I was just hanging out in my car, listening to music..., relaxing..." She said. She had been playing with a little friend in her purse too but luckily she hadn't got caught while in her car, she had got caught on the way back inside. She didn't indulge that particular information. Though she kind of wanted to.
King was a teacher and a grown man, and Blair was barely more than a kid to him, but suddenly he was reminded that no, she was actually a woman, and in fact she was either seventeen or maybe even eighteen. It was her body language. Suddenly his blood started pooling in other places. Without realizing it his lips parted, just a pinch, and his eyes dipped down to her shoulders--or the girls sitting just inside her shoulders--and he thought about what kinds of noises would come from that peppy little mouth if he got a hold of that skirt.
"Sounds like a piss-poor reason to get detention." He said, though his voice had an edge, as if he was welcoming her to specify just what relaxing meant.
"Well, you know how stiff the other teachers can get." She said, dragging her fingers down her pony tail and slipping off the end of her long hair slowly. "I guess that's what I get for being bad and breaking the rules." Of course she was playing this up. He was still talking to her wasn't he? He hadn't told her to go back to her desk again at least.
"Sometimes a girl just a needs a little...release, you know." She said with a subtle smile, her pointer finger was casually drawing an infinity symbol on his desk. She had seen the way his gaze had dropped just a bit and it made her feel nervous and excited just to have him look.
"I don't, actually. I'm a man. All I know is the release men need." He said it offhandedly as he removed his feet from the desk, as if it wasn't totally a sexual statement, and stood up. He was a good height. She was a good height. King stepped towards her, bringing all of his toned, muscled form into close proximity. From there he quietly said,
Blair's heart pounded in her chest as he stepped towards her, goosebumps rose on her arms, and an odd mixture of warmth and cold raced through her veins. He was close enough to reach out and touch, she could smell his cologne that he had put on at some point in the day. At least she assumed that's what that smell was, maybe it was his deodorant or the intoxicating smell of his skin.
She had always been attracted to her English teacher. She wasn't the only one either, girls whispered all day about him. She found herself wanting to stand out in his mind. She wasn't just another of those fawning girl's. She was more than they were.
His words were slightly disappointing but she wouldn't be completely deterred. "Yes, sir." She replied and moved to slip into her desk at the front, looking back up at her teacher as if expecting something else from him.
King stood stone still, eyes following Blair as she sat. Once she was in her seat he crossed his arms over his chest.
"This is detention. You don't talk in detention. You keep your mouth shut and you sit. Penance for your prioritization of relaxation. Next time you want to sit idly in your car, do it on your own time." He looked at the clock. "Now, if you want to work on homework, you can. I know you have a project for my class so don't give me the 'I have none' bullshit I hear all too often. You can write lines, too. Or, you can do like him," he pointed to the smelly guy, "and pretend you aren't here." He paused, then finished with,
King looked intimidating, especially now that she was sitting and he was standing over her looking so in control. She was quickly put in her place...and she loved it. Sometimes a teenager just needed be scolded. He could scold her all day. She felt the pricklings of both the sick feeling of getting trouble as well as the pleasurable feeling of having this sexy man talking to her like that.
She looked at him from under her lashes and nodded her head. "Yes, sir." She repeated, enjoying saying it but looking as meek as she could manage.
Something about the way Blair was looking at him made King was to twist her little lip off. It didn't feel respectful, but condescending. Then again, he dealt with kids like her all day long, so he knew well enough how to roll his eyes and get over their puberty-induced attitude problems.
He stood there a moment longer, glanced towards the kid in the corner, then sighed and sat back into his desk. Now that she was back in her place he could resume his. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and opened his browser. It went to what he'd last been looking at last night in his bed.
Blair didn't look away from him as he walked back over to his desk and sat down, taking the moment to enjoy the view of his backside. Yummy. She watched him pull out his phone and saw the smile that lifted his lips. What was it that made him smile? She really wanted to know. After a minute she pulled a notebook out of her bag and a mechanical pencil.
She didn't really have homework from his class to do because MJ had decided to do it all herself. She wasn't complaining. She had already forgotten what the story was that MJ has chosen. It wasn't King Lear...she sure would like to study King Lear...
She hadn't even written anything yet before she pulled out her phone. She had her phone on silent so it wouldn't make any noise. She lifted her phone up and took a well-practiced selfie and then started to flip through the Instagram filters.
It took King a long minute to notice Blair was on her phone. He looked up and narrowed his eyes. He should leave her alone. The hour would pass faster if they were all doing what they wanted to do. She was quiet, after all. Then again, if anyone happened to pop in and see him letting her on her phone then he would get in trouble.
"No phones, Blair." He said it as if that was a given. Phones weren't allowed in class, after all--though every high schooler and their mother used them anyway.