"One of these days, I really want to see what's in that book." He said
after he had gone a few stops. "My moneys on a dozen or so nudes of Jenny
Greene!" Bobby added, making reference to the girl who was without
question, the hottest babe in school.
From the sudden blank look he saw on his friend's face before he turned
to run the last twenty feet, Bobby got the impression he hadn't been far
off.
After checking his locker and coming up empty, Mike began to reverse his
steps for his last few periods. The book had been in his bag during his
lunch. He'd done a quick sketch of Timmy Butler playing his sax in the
lunchroom. Mike clearly remembered putting it away after that. Having no
luck in the rooms used for English Literature and Health Science, the brown
haired youth headed for the second floor and American History.
Since entering the school, Mike had only passed one other person in the
halls. The dismissal bell on a Friday afternoon was like the starting gun
at the races. Even the Teachers were usually gone by 3:10. With luck, he
would find the book fast and make the 3:35 bus.
Quickly moving to his desk in the back of the classroom, Mike lifted the
desktop, only to find it held only a few papers and a spare pencil. He was
sure, it had to have been here. The only other possibility was Music
Appreciation, but they'd listened to a concert tape today and he hadn't
even opened his bag in that class. Could someone have taken the book out
of his bag somewhere else.
"Did you lose something?" Asked a voice from the front of the room.
Mike whirled around to find himself faced by Mrs. Koda, his history
teacher. Normally, Mike loved sitting in the back of the room and watching
Mrs. Koda teach. It wasn't that he had such an interest in history, it
was that he loved watching her walk around the room.
Arlene Koda was as far from the stereotype school teacher image as you
could get. Standing 5'6", she had long curly red hair that reached down to
below her shoulders. Bright emerald green eyes lit up her face and she had
a body that not even Jenny Greene could match. As on most days, she was
dressed rather conservatively, a plain white blouse and blue skirt. Yet
even these plain clothes couldn't hid the woman beneath.
Only in her early thirties, Mike had heard someone once say that she had
come in second runner up in some statewide beauty contest back when she was
in college. If she had come in third, Mike couldn't imagine what number
one and two could've looked like.
"Is something wrong Mr. Rossi?" He heard her ask.
Mike suddenly realized that he'd been standing there for over ten
seconds without saying a word.
"Er....no," He stuttered. "I...er....forgot my sketch book somewhere
and ....thought I might have left ...it in class."
"Oh, then this must be yours." Arlene said as she pulled open one of her
desk draws and pulled out a thick black bound book. "I found it on the
floor in the back of the room when I was cleaning up earlier."
Michael went pale as she lifted the book up and flipped it open to a
page near the front. A cold sweat suddenly ran down his back as she turned
a few pages.
"I only took a quick look before to see if there was a name in it."
Arlene said as she turned another page. "I didn't see one, so I just put
it away. By Monday, I figured, someone would've come looking for it."
Michael's heart was racing as he slowly walked to the front of the room.
Each time she turned another page, his heart felt like it skipped a beat.
"Oh God," The 17yr old pleaded in a silent prayer. "Please let her
stop."
"This is really excellent work. I have to say I'm impressed." Arlene
continued as she admired one particular drawing. "I can see why you'd be
worried that you lost this book."
"Yeh," Mike replied, trying so very hard to be cool as he reached out
for the book.
"In fact, I'm surprised you haven't submitted any of this work to the
Peterson Quarterly or the Yearbook. I'm the faculty advisor for both you
know." She went on as she flipped a dozen or so more pages, scanning the
last half of his work. "In fact I.........."
Her voice suddenly fell silent as she flipped back to a page she had
just flew past. From the look on her face, Mike knew he was busted. He
suddenly felt dizzy and was afraid he was about to faint.
"Oh my........" He dimly heard Mrs. Koda say as she turned a few more
pages.
She paused for a second, a look of disbelief on her face. Then she
turned another page.
"Oh my Lord!" She exclaimed, this time much louder.
With that, Michael did faint.
Michael's first sensation of consciousness was the smell of flowers.
Even before he opened his eyes, the sweet scent filled his nostrils. When
his eyes did open, they quickly focused on the soft full breasts pressing
against the white blouse of the woman leaning over him. He was laying on a
couch in a large room he recognized as the Teacher's Lounge.
"I'm glad to see you're back with us, Mr. Rossi." Mrs. Koda said when
she noticed his open eyes. "I was beginning to wonder if I was wrong in
not calling the paramedics."
"No,...I'm ok....." Mike mumbled as he shook his head to clear it.
As he sat up he saw the thick black book sitting on the coffee table.
In a cold numbing clarity, he remembered what had happened. Hesitantly, he
sat up and tried to think of something to say.
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