The Ghost Inside - Chapter 8

The next morning, I woke up feeling very energetic. Even though I stayed late at the old school cleaning, I still managed to get a good night’s rest. As I ran off to take a morning shower, I sang some tunes I recalled hearing on the radio. As I stepped out, I dried myself with a towel. I glanced over at my dad. He was staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Ramen, right!” I gave him a thumbs up, and then flung the towel away as I ran to the kitchen.

“What the hell has you in a good mood?” Dad grumbled and then tossed something on me. “At least put on some clothes, you pervert.”

I caught the underwear he tossed, laughing as I put them on. I then opened the drawers and pulled out the ramen and started cooking.

“Oh, by the way, these are the last two ramen in the house,” I told him.

“Huh?” He didn’t look up from the computer. “Oh, yeah. Boss promised he’d cut me a check tomorrow. I’ll get some groceries then. Just make due for the rest of the day with this.”

Normally, that would have left me crushed and my stomach already growling in hunger. I didn’t get free lunches at school. It wasn’t that I didn’t meet the requirements, but my dad filed for it and it kept getting messed up. Meanwhile, the ladies in the lunch line refused, convinced I was just trying to get free stuff. As a result, these ramen were sustaining me, so not having one for dinner meant it would be an uncomfortable night for me.

Yet, this didn’t dampen my mood at all. After all, I still had the entire day to look forward to. After everything that had happened this week, I had a feeling things would only keep getting better. Of course, I had plans today too. I’d finally make things official with Amelia. Of course, there was Tiffany too. Would I end up with two girlfriends? I felt a bit like I was becoming the deviant they all said I was, but when I thought about it, I couldn’t stop smiling.

I had originally disliked Tiffany a lot. She was always so rude and nasty. Besides Luke, there were few people I would have considered myself liking less than Tiffany. It was remarkable what exchanging a few body fluids could do to your perception of a person. I was excited to see her today, even though she was still the same person. It occurred to me that maybe I fell a bit too easily when it came to the love department, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and when it felt this good, why would I stop?

I kept my jovial mood to school, and when I walked in and saw Ms. Smith there, I couldn’t help but feel even more excited. It had been two days since I had seen her, but it felt like forever ago. I couldn’t help but recall the sight of her in underwear and that sexy garter belt. I wondered what she was wearing under that business-like outfit today. She stood there, her cheeks slightly flushed pink, and I just wanted to have her.

“Ahem…” She coughed deliberately.

A few students giggled, and I realized I was still standing, staring at her. Normally, she would have dressed me down and ordered me to my seat, but her behavior today felt a bit demure. I headed to my seat. When I passed Tiffany, our eyes met, and then she looked away, her cheeks a bit pink. I sat right behind her again. Mr. Thompson wasn’t here to order me to the corner, and I didn’t think that Tiffany would cause me any more trouble anyway.

Ms. Smith gave a small lesson, but for some reason she seemed distracted. She eventually settled on giving us a class assignment. By that point, a lot of the class had already started to ignore her and talk amongst themselves. Amelia leaned over and talked to Tiffany. She spoke back, but she was very straight and uncomfortable. She answered shortly, and she occasionally glanced my way. I was wondering if I should enter their conversation, although a part of me felt very relaxed just seeing them chat.

“What’s that noise?” One of the students suddenly asked.

The class quieted down, and that was when it could be heard. There was a very faint buzzing noise. The students all glanced around.

“Is it a phone?”

“Isn’t the sound too constant?”

As people talked about it, looking around in confusion. I noticed one person who wasn’t moving at all. Tiffany was still turned toward Amelia, but she was staring straight ahead as if she couldn’t see anything. Her eyes held terror, and she was even shaking slightly. Her lips were parted, and her cheeks were pink. It reminded me a bit of when she was cleaning the classroom and I made her…

Oh my god! The sound is the vibrator! She put it in? I had told her she had to wear it the next day, but I didn’t think she would do it! I just didn’t want him to throw it out if she wasn’t going to use it. I never imagined she’d put it inside and leave it on while class was in session. When did she become so bold?

The boy who asked the question had stood up and was slowly moving toward the noise, but if he reached Tiffany, wouldn’t it be social suicide? If it was revealed what made the sound, she would never be able to live it down. I also had some blame in this. I’m the one who asked her to do it! I never considered that it would be so audible.

“Brrrr! Brrr!” I suddenly shouted, causing every eye to turn to me.

I put my pencil case to my ear and stood up. I didn’t have a phone of my own, so what else could I do?

“Dylan?” Tiffany looked at me with watery eyes.

“Turn it off before you’re caught.” I hissed in the guise of stepping around her and speaking at full volume. “Yes? Who is this? Bob? Who’s Bob?”

“Is Bob is drug dealer?” One of the girls chortled.

“The guy even takes calls from his gang during class.” Another added.

I walked right up to the front of class, talking in full volume. “You said you did what? To who? No way!”

Everyone’s eyes were on me, and no one was glancing in Tiffany’s direction. I shot her a quick side look, and she quickly put a coat over her lap and fiddled with her skirt. I didn’t know how long it would take, so I kept going.

“Oh, ho… so you’re the reason… I understand now.” I was expecting Ms. Smith to already be yelling at me, but she seemed to be staring at me intently like she was a deer in a headlight.

“Well, that’s very interesting. I’m glad you told me. I’ll be able to use this information well!”

Holding a one-way conversation was hard. I was just saying whatever would come to my mind. Thankfully, I didn’t have to keep going, as a moment later, Jack stood up, an angry expression on his face.

“Will you stop disrupting class? It’s enough that you haven’t been kicked out of school yet. Do you want to make the rest of us stupider too? We can all see you have a pencil case, not a phone.” He snapped unhappily.

“Ah, he’s right, that’s a pencil case.”

“Maybe the pencil case is a phone?”

“No, dude… It’s just a pencil case.”

I coughed. “Never mind, got to go.”

I hung up my pencil case and then walked back to my desk. A couple of people giggled, but others just gave me weird looks. Tiffany was watching me too, a complicated expression on her face. As I sat back in my seat, someone else spoke up.

“We all know Dylan is too poor to afford a phone. He has to talk to himself because no one else will.”

“Enough!” Ms. Smith suddenly spoke up, causing everyone to look back to the front. “Let’s just return order to class, okay. All of you, get to work.”

She had not disciplined me at all when I disturbed the class, but immediately snapped at another student who insulted me. Yeah, our relationship changed. A lot of the other students in class were looking between the pair of us with confused expressions. I’d bet they’d never guess in a million years that I fucked her tits.

As everyone returned to work, there was a ding and then someone spoke through the speakers. “This is your principal speaking. We are having a surprise assembly now. Please bring your classes to the auditorium. We’re having an assembly.”

As few students groaned while others grew excited, depending on whether they wanted to get their work done in class or procrastinate. Ms. Smith quickly gathered everyone up, but when she was about to head out, she hesitated.

“Jack, please take the class to the auditorium. Dylan, stay behind. We need to talk.”

“Ooooooh,” Several students in class immediately made noises as if they were expecting me to be punished.

“Ms. Smith, we can wait…” Jack hesitated, apparently with a gleam in his eye like he wanted to see the show.

“Please do as I say.” Ms. Smith responded. “This is a private conversation.”

Jack’s eyes flickered with disappointment, but he nodded and waved, the rest of the class following him like he was some kind of head boy. Tiffany was at the back, and she paused, turning back to me and biting her lip reluctantly. I smiled and gave her a reassuring nod.

“Tiffany, do you need something?” Ms. Smith asked.

“N-no…” She looked away, and then quickly followed her class.

When the door closed, I turned to her and smiled. “How are you, Ms. Smith? I hope you’re well.”

She frowned. “Why are you so happy? Aren’t you afraid I’ll punish you for your stunt earlier?”

“Why would I be unhappy about spending time with my beautiful teacher?” I asked with a grin.

Her cheeks turned slightly pink, but she scowled. “Those are inappropriate comments inside a school.”

I nodded in acceptance. There was a time and place for everything. I supposed that while she was teaching inside the school, she couldn’t be seen acting too intimate. I respected that.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Smith,” I told her genuinely. “What did you need me for?”

She hesitated a moment, and then spoke. “Did I stop by the old school the day before last to check up on you?”

“Yeah, you did.” I tilted my head. “Why?”

“I… I remember entering the school.” She touched her forehead. “My mind became blurry, and then the next thing I remembered, I was in the back of my car. I don’t remember anything.”

“Ah! You fell and hit your head!” I told her. “Wait, you don’t remember anything?”

“Dylan?” She looked at me seriously. “What happened?”

My mind worked furiously. If she didn’t remember anything, then she didn’t remember us playing doctor and her giving me a boob job. It was more than that; she left the school without cleaning up. If she made it to her car, then she probably woke up with her tits out and covered in cum. I wasn’t an idiot. If a girl woke up with a block of memory missing and cum on her, she’d believe she was sexually assaulted.

Even though she had offered and everything was consensual, there was no way she’d believe that. I understood why she called off the previous day now. I felt bad that I acted so rashly. She had a head injury, and while she was disorientated and confused, I took advantage of her. She likely suspected something, but how could I tell her the truth? It would destroy her.

I was already going to turn her down for my relationship with Amelia. I already had Amelia and Tiffany, so maybe this was for the best. A teacher and student relationship was taboo anyway. There was no way I could tell her what happened now, so the truth would just have to die with me as a happy memory I experienced once.

“I tried to check if you were okay. You suddenly said you had to go and ran off. I assumed you were fine.”

Every word I spoke was the truth. I’d even take a lie detector test on it. Of course, I left out a lot of details, but it would have to be enough.

Ms. Smith didn’t seem to keep on pressing me. She gave a nod, although there was a flash of depression that I only barely noticed. Her expression turned sterner, and she looked back at me.

“Don’t disrupt the class anymore. What is the progress on the old school?”

“It’s half done! I’ll be done by tomorrow as promised.” I told her.

“We’ll see.” She looked away. “Get your stuff and head to the assembly… and don’t cause any more trouble.”

“I won’t!” I promised genuinely. “I’ll be a model student from now on, for you.”

Her cheeks grew pink again, but she didn’t say anything more. I turned and headed back to my desk to gather my things. As I picked up my leather jacket, something fell out. I leaned down at picked it up. It seemed to be written on some flowery paper, and it smelled like flowers too. I glanced up, but the teacher was focused on whatever papers she had in front of her.

I opened up the note:

Dear Dylan,

I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to meet in private. Meet me after school today behind the greenhouse. We can talk without being disturbed.

Yours,

A

I had to read it three times before it finally clicked. Amelia had made the first move! I knew the area he was talking about, and it was a notorious confession spot. It was very private, and the teachers never checked back there. There were rumors people had sex back there too. Plus, it was signed ‘A’, so who else could it be? While I was waiting for the right time, she took the initiative. That’s what she had done in the old school too. I quickly pocketed the letter and headed to the assembly, a feeling of excitement and joy inside me. My life just kept getting better!

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