Jason Vindly was an average student. A cute boy, but he gave himself no credit. He had just gotten his braces off so he was starting to regain a little bit of confidence. He wasn’t what one would call a “girl magnet”, he was much too shy. Not that in the 7th grade that any boy would be considered one. He liked most of his teachers, but one had especially caught his eye. Her name was Ms. Krystal, his math teacher. She was beyond gorgeous. Long blond hair way down her back. Sexy long eyelashes with met big beautiful green sparkling eyes. She dressed very classy, button up blouses, skirts, and pumps.

Not all beauty comes in a perfect package seeing that Ms. Krystal was also known as “The school bitch”. No exaggeration when I say she was a BITCH. None of the kids dicked around with her because they knew she was up for no games, which made her all the more hotter.

It’s 4th period, math. As he sat in the back of the room he eyed her as she walked back and forth writing with chalk on the board. He heard nothing of the lesson she was teaching he just saw her glossy pink lips depart and meet again with no sound. His daze was quickly broken by her meeting her eyes with his. He quickly looked down at his paper and pretended to write as his shyness kicked in. “Hey…Psst. Jason…” A boy named Travis whispered next to him. Jason turned and looked at him waiting to hear what he had to say. “Did you get the answers? I don’t know any of them.” He said.—Mind you that Travis always copied his paper, he was used to it. As the usual routine Jason passed him his paper. He figured it was better to just give in rather get his ass kicked after class.

When Jason received his work back he noticed a little note on the back saying…

Travis: Isn’t Miss Krystal hot? Dude, the things I would do to her…

Jason grabbed his pen and responded:

Yeah…she’s sexy…but shes kind of a bitch…ya know?

He handed Travis back the paper.

Travis smirked and looked at him agreeing.

Jason didn’t dare say a thing like that aloud so that she or anyone of that matter could hear, but he felt “cool” calling her a bitch like everyone else does.
Finally the bell rings and class is over. He put his paper on Ms. Krystal’s desk completely confident that he got at least a 95%.