“swallow and i’ll give you an A.”

you did, swallowing the thick, sour-tasting liquid in your mouth. you hate it, hate it with every fiber of your being. but you had to. he was failing on purpose now.

“shame i have a meeting after school.. would’ve put that other hole to use.”

he sighed, standing up and buckling his pants. he patted you on the head, telling you to go before anyone caught on, then left.

dirty. whorish. disgusting. letting that man use you as he pleased, for a fucking grade? it angered you that you were left on your knees, sitting on the filthy floor, torturing with all of the these self-deprecating thoughts while he got to go home to his lovely family and hang out with friends, unbothered.

you cleaned yourself off, quickly leaving the classroom when a voice stopped you.

“no wonder you have such good grades.”

him. merritt. you didn’t necessarily hate him, but the two of you always butted heads over just about everything. and now, he’d just caught you. were you going to have to please him too?? just to keep his mouth shut?

he noticed your contorted expression, his cocky look turning into one of sympathy.

“i’m not blaming you, you know. it’s not the first time that creep has done something like this.”