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?
Blair had just finished typing up a caption about being a bad girl in detention and how good she looked in spite of it when Mr. Lear spoke again. She hit the button to post it before looking up at her teacher and dropping her phone back in her bag. She gave him an innocent little shrug and picked up her pencil again.
She tapped the eraser of her pencil against the blank page as she tried to think of something to do.
King grunted with satisfaction when she put her phone away and returned to his. He wasn't the one in trouble, after all. He liked the idea of putting her out....or maybe of her putting out. Anyway, back to his phone...
After another long minute King began to laugh. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, but let his head roll to one shoulder as he delighted in...whatever it was he was looking at.
Blair, who had glanced up at King periodically while doodling in her page, looked up again when he started laughing. She looked at him curiously. What was he watching? She found herself almost dying to know, but not yet enough to break the rule of silence.
Instead she looked back down at her doodling page and as she scribbled she gently ran her fingers up and down her thigh, even pulling her cheer skirt a little higher as she sensually caressed her thigh knowing that due to her front row seat, he’d likely be able to see if he looked.
King had excellent peripheral vision. He noticed the first time she ran her hand, much more after she adjusted her skirt. A very small frown flashed over his brow but he redoubled his focus on his phone.
Until he couldn't.
After another minute of trying to be entertained by it he put his phone down on the desk and stood. He paced down the aisle of desks, moving past Blair, and when he got to the back he started back up towards his own desk. It forced him to walk past her again. When he got to her he bent over so that his mouth was close to her ear.
"Do you have fleas?" He straightened up. "I noticed you itching."
As King stood Blair kept her gaze down on her doodles though she was paying no attention to them anymore. Her entire focus, except her eyes, was in paying attention to Mr. Lear. He walked past her and she assumed he was going to wake the other kid or something.
And then his voice was in her ear and she dreamed of hearing it in an entirely different situation. She was being bad, she knew it. Despite his more laid back nature he was still a teacher and having a crush on a teacher was not something people said aloud. And she hadn’t said it out loud. She just thought about it. Often. When she was alone. At night.
And now he was speaking in her ear and the words hardly mattered. Her fingers curled around the hem of her skirt in an anxious fistful. “Are fleas against the rules too?” She asked in a quiet, almost shy voice.
King sighed and shook his head. She wasn't subtle.
"No. They're just gross." He said, moving past her to return to his desk. This time he sat on the other side of it, his cheeks only barely resting on the edge. He crossed his arms over his chest and curled his lip at the student.
"Stop talking." He knew he had started the conversation, but that didn't matter. He wanted her to stop talking. He really needed to stop interacting with her before he couldn't stop.
Blair scrunched her nose when he said they were gross. She didn’t disagree. Good thing she didn’t actually have fleas. Could humans even get fleas? Back in the day she would have asked MJ, who was much smarter than she was. Now she just didn’t get answers to her random questions.
She looked up at him as he sat on the edge of his desk. “Don’t speak even when spoken to. Got it.” She replied. She sat back in her chair folding her arms to frame her chest. No cleavage mind you, her cheer uniform was cut high. With one hand she pulled her ponytail forward and started to twirl her hair with her fingers while maintaining eye contact with King.
King wasn't sure if she was being seductive or rebellious. Either way, there was something he didn't like (and many things he did). He held her eyes, only because he felt like this was a challenge and he wasn't the losing type. If she wanted to stare for the next forty-five minutes then so be it. He'd daydream about his plans tonight...
The question was in how to win this game. It wasn’t even about right now, today, she could play the long game. She’d get what she wanted in the end. At least that’s what she always believed. She always got her way in the past.
After a few moments she tilted her head down a bit, looking at him from under her lashes, blinked a few times and then moved her gaze back to her paper where she lifted her pencil again and started to draw again. She drew a little heart in the corner of her paper, hyper aware of him.
When Blair finally broke eye contact King's lips twitched into a self-satisfied smirk. He had won. He went back to his desk, back to his chair, back to his phone. Assuming she didn't try any more funny business, he would occupy himself with his cell until the time was up.
Blair kept to herself for the rest of detention. She looked up at Mr. Lear a few times and mostly just day dreamed about him and all the things she’d like him to do to her. She bit her lip as she imagined it.
As time got closer she got more and more anxious to be out of here and kept looking at the clock.
Before he knew it detention was over. An alarm on his phone started to go off silently. He tapped for it to stop, then picked up a random math book that was sitting on the desk, picked it up, and slammed it down. The stinky sleeping boy startled awake. King smiled at him.
"Detention is now over. I have signed both your slips. Come get them and then be on your way." He pushed the slips towards the end of his desk, eyes flickering between the two. "Have a good weekend." He bid them.
Blair jumped at the sound of the book slamming on the desk, but not as much as the other kid. Thank goodness detention was finally over. Though she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t it again, especially if she found out that King was going to be there.
She took her time to gather her things and slip them into her bag before standing. She was hoping the other kid would be quicker and she’d be alone with her teacher for a moment. She moved to his desk to claim her signed paper.
“What are you going to do now that you’re free?” She asked with a smile.
The kid was slow, but unlike Blair he didn't intend to talk. He grabbed the paper, making eye contact with no one, and headed towards the exit. King hadn't brought in anything other than his phone, so he slipped that into his pocket and made to leave. He was in jeans--yay for Fridays.
"Get on my bike and ride home, for starters," King said, entertaining her enough to respond but clearly finding her attempt at having a conversation with him ridiculous. He gestured towards the exit. He'd follow behind.
At his gesture she made her way out of the room but didn’t stop the conversation. “What kind of bike is it?” She asked with interest. He definitely had that bad boy vibe with the motorcycle and tattoos coupled with the rumors she’d heard around town. Only he wasn’t a boy. He was a man. That made him even more of a temptation.