I don't own overwatch.
Monday started out as well as you can expect in Overwatch High. An explosion in the chemistry lab. However, that explosion consisted of what Mei wanted to call 'Instant Cotton Candy.' So at the very least, it wasn't liquid pheromones or something that melted clothing. I had come prepared with an umbrella so the shrapnel of sticky, sweet-tasting green sugary cotton didn't really get on me. And the rest of the class was wondering why I had said umbrella in the first place: I knew better.
Mei, adorably removing her glasses from her cotton candy-covered face, attempted to wipe them on her shirt. Failed, and put them back barely any cleaner than when she had removed them. "…Well. Scott. Since you seem to be the only one unaffected by my uh… accident. Could you maybe go find McCree? I think at least I could use some help cleaning up the room…" she licked the candy from her lips and hummed delightedly as the rest of the class began to clean themselves.
"Sure." I added with a shrug, tossing my green umbrella onto the candy-covered table and heading out. Finding McCree might be a difficult task. Since Ms. O'Deorain took over the nurse's office he hasn't been allowed to nap there. Now he has a few secret spots all over campus. So I guess I'll just start with his 'office' the main janitor's office.
"McCree?" I knocked loudly on the door, turning the doorknob as he creaked open to look inside. Janitor's office was something of a miss direction apparently as it was more like a cheap one-room apartment. "Mr. McCree?"There was a large flatscreen tv mounted on the wall, a small sink, a one-person table, a small campfire cooking stove, a hammock, and a couch.
The couch was occupied, but not by McCree. A slender woman with shining white hair lay on the couch, her wrists were tied before her with thick rope, as well as binding her arms to her side, her ankles were tied together as well. She was wearing black pants, a white shirt, a tie, and tall, laced-up cowboy boots with heels, there was a cowboy hat as well, but it was rolling around on the couch apparently it had fallen off her head as she slept. Her bright red lips were gagged by a rather raggedy old cloth. Her eyes, a beautiful bright, ruby red flicked slowly open.
They opened fully and stared at me, I stared back. Admittedly I was a little hypnotized as to how red and pretty they were framed by her oddly bright white hair. Like two bright rubies in the snow. But then reality came crashing back and I immediately wondered WHY there was a beautiful woman tied up and left on McCree's couch. The awkward silence lingered, neither of us moving.
…I slowly backed away closing, the door behind me.
"MMMNNNN!!!???" she growled angrily while her body shook wildly on the couch and I let my forehead slap disbelievingly against the door.
"…Damn it." I mumbled in acceptance, immediately pushing it all the way open, and quickly approached her fiddling with her gag. "Hang on I'll untie you." She flopped angrily like a fish on the couch as I pulled away her gag, she sucked in fresh air once freed of her oral binding.
"Who the hell are you!?" she growled with an odd cowgirl drawl… it sounded sexy. But it also sounded like a Canadian trying to do a cowgirl accent. I still wasn't complaining.
"Scott." I said simply, pausing briefly from her attitude. "And you are?"
For somebody bound and previously gagged she looked strangely smug. "Hmph. Don't recognize me?" she said proudly, "I'm Ashe. Leader of the Deadlock gang."
I blinked at her for a moment, I remember hearing about something like that the other day. I remember they were in a shootout when I was… visiting Amelie's place the other night. But then Mom was watching on the news a day later that-
"Oh. You mean that group of outlaws who were all arrested yesterday?" I asked, not really surprised about meeting a dangerous criminal. But I was curious as to why she was here. I mean, I get it, McCree obviously dragged her here. I saw that part when I came to school yesterday but why was she HERE?
"Arrested?! What do you mean arrested?!" she screeched, bouncing angrily on the couch. The ropes binding her arms strained slightly as she tried to shift out of them.
"I mean they were arrested." I said, "They were all caught this morning and dragged to jail."
"Oh goddamn it not again." she mumbled depressed, slamming her head on the strangely bouncy couch cushions. "You get caught one time-" she growled before glaring at me. "Fine. Look, let me go, and I'll make it worth your while. I got a heck of a haul stashed around here and since my idiots won't be coming for me anytime soon I'll give you…" she seemed to think, her eyes looking away from me as she acted coy. "2000 dollars? How about that?"
I sighed, I mean that wasn't a small sum for a guy like me. But then again. "If you really are a gang leader I really shouldn't let you go. I should probably call the police." But thinking about it I'd probably get McCree and the school in trouble-
Shit.
A thought suddenly rumbled through my brain. If the school got in trouble. Then the teachers might be questioned, if the teachers are questioned, OTHER things might come to light. If OTHER things come to light. They could REALLY get in trouble. And if someone's assigned to look over the school for illegally holding a criminal then. I groaned to myself… she blinked up at me curiously.
"…I didn't let you go." I said, undoing her feet and she laughed. "I didn't see you. We aren't talking..." I said coolly as she stood off the couch. "...and If anything, you threatened me and held me hostage." I said.
"Now you're a kid after my own heart." She grinned prettily at me as I freed the bindings on her arms. She lifted her hat and put it on her shiny-haired head. "Hands too boy." She said, holding out her wrists.
"Those come off when you are off campus." I replied, "I'm not letting you run around unsupervised. Now hush up and follow me." She glared at me and quietly followed. I peeked out of the door, the coast was clear, I grabbed her hands and dragged her quickly across the hall.
"Hey what's the big-"shoving her against the wall between lockers I held a finger to my lips. I quickly thought about where I could take her, I couldn't use the main doors that led us right past God-Help-us-all Vice-Principal Reyes office. And I couldn't walk out the main back doors either. McCree was said to have a collection of napping spots that way and I didn't want to push my luck. There were multiple emergency exits but those set-off alarms if used. That only really led to the locker rooms. We could pass through those but that led to a lot of open fields we would risk being spotted… unless of course, the coach is having 'private training' time with Jeremy.
…Locker rooms it was.
"Alright. Follow me and keep quiet." I said, leading her towards the locker rooms.
"Actually where in tarnation am I?" she mumbled, looking around at the school lockers and classrooms as we passed French class, Amelie yelling at a group of boys in the back in french, then English.
"Overwatch High. Although… honestly that's a bit of a misnomer. Because they also cater to middle-school and even have college classes- this is not important SHUSH!" I hissed at her as she recoiled, looking insulted. I took a few more steps, paused, then turned to look at her, "Did you say 'tarnation?' is that a real thing?"
"We were escaping?" she said sarcastically, looking at me like I was an idiot. "Honestly you're worse than B.O.B."
We were seconds from the locker rooms when I went to check the boys, peaking in and finding nobody, I gestured for her to follow me. She eyed the boy's locker room, raising an elegant white eyebrow. "I think I'm a little too curvy to disguise myself as a boy." She said, eyeing me like I was stupid. Again.
"I can't go in the girls." I said firmly, "There's nobody-" I froze, and immediately shoved her into the locker room as she yelped, it was briefly followed by crashing, and lower muttered curses. "Someone's coming!" I hissed just as Fareeha turned the corner, blinking at me curiously.
"Scott? Why aren't you in class?"
Shifting through dozens of lies at a rapid pace I quickly found one that was mostly true. "I'm looking for McCree. Mei blew up the science room again." Fareeha smiled and rolled her eyes.
"Oh great. He's going to be a delight to deal with. I don't know why you don't just ask Bastion he'll be more than happy to help."
"…Chain of command?" I added sheepishly as she giggled. She then looked up the hall, then behind her. approaching me quickly and giving me a brief kiss. "We still on for movie night?" she cooed softly, pressing her body to me as I was briefly distracted by her. Completely forgetting the fact that there was a wanted female criminal hiding in the boy's locker room.
"I still think us marathoning the Brenden Fraser Mummy Movies might be racist…" I mumbled thinking about it.
"Better than watching the new one."
"Oh god, so much." I agreed nodding as she kissed me again.
"Besides." She cooed, stroking my arms. "…We won't REALLY be watching now, will we?" letting her fingers trace my chin she strolled away, "I'll keep an eye out for McCree. If you see Bastion ask him to help to."
Keeping my eyes firmly on that sexy, sexy walk she was giving me I immediately remembered my situation and darted into the locker room. Ashe sat on the bench in the middle of the lockers looking smug, like a cat catching the mouse smug. "You're banging your teacher." She said flatly, as she crossed her long legs looking like a queen. A bound at the hand's queen, but a queen. "You little perv." She grinned. "Though I got to admit, I didn't peg Amari to be a cradle robber." She noted, "…I don't see the appeal."
I rubbed my eyes, utterly annoyed until I realized she knew Amari's name. "…You know Fareeha?"
"Yeah I went to school here." She replied, "Didn't recognize it though, it's a lot bigger." She noted, looking around the lockers. "Damn, they did a lot of improvements."
"Not important…" I said, dragging her up as she kept grinning at me. "Let's go."
"I don't know. This is so scandalous. Whatever would you do if the rest of the teachers found out?" she said slowly. I sighed internally. Probably not much, depends on the teacher.
"Are you really trying to blackmail me?" I asked a little sarcastically, lifting her hands to remind her that she was bound at the wrist. "Really? Now that I think about it." I mumbled, eyeing the ropes myself. "Why ARE you here?"
"Jesse wanted me to do a job. But since I decided I ain't doing SHIT until he apologizes to me I gave him some trouble for it. I think he's just pissed that I'm not letting up."
"…Whose Jesse?" I asked, heading towards the showers and taking her with me.
"Jesse?" she replied, "Jesse McCree? The guy you were lookin for?"
"…His first name is Jesse?" I asked in surprise. "Huh." We entered the showers, but seconds after we did, the football team entered the lockers behind us. Beginning to Change into the practice pads as I cursed. Dragging her into the shower stall and grumbling. "Shhhhit…" I hissed as she knelt down next to me. "…If they're going out onto the field we're stuck in here."
"Smart move perv. I don't know what Amari sees in you." She said scathingly, I glared at her for a moment then smirked, a little smug.
"Well it kinda started in this stall." I said slowly, waving a finger. "We sort of had this connection. There." I pointed to the spot (or more specifically the similar spot as the stalls were identical) "And there." I said, pointing to another. "And there…" I said again as Ashe's eyes began to widen slightly. "Sometimes out there." I pointed outside the stalls. "And the locker rooms, the home ec rooms. The third-floor bathroom stalls…"
"Holy fucking shit kid how much stamina do you have?!" she hissed, "No. Wait. I don't believe you." She said narrowing her ruby red eyes at me. "There's no way you could've done that much since you've been in this pervy relationship of yours…"
"…That was just the first week." I noted as she stared at me, a little surprised.
"I still don't believe-" I pulled out my phone. Went to the 'Olivia' folder, and began playing for her the many, MANY videos that Olivia recorded of me with Fareeha…
…What? I wasn't going to say no… I get lonely at nights sometimes.
Ashe flicked through the gigabytes of data, mouth slowly dropping open with each flick. "…Holy shit." She mumbled. "…That looks ALL real…" she frowned. "Oh come on! she's faking it in this one!" she slapped the phone against my chest, "I might not be one to judge. But how can she call herself a teacher?!"
"…Usually in bed." I replied with a smug smile.
"Tch…" she clicked her tongue, dropping down next to me as we sighed together. "…Well I guess this escape has gone to hell?" she asked as I shrugged.
"Well… probably."
"…Why are you helping me anyway? You could've left me in Jesse's place and save yourself some trouble." She asked tugging her tie to loosen it.
"…I don't know I saw a tied-up woman and figured it was a bad thing." I mumbled. "McCree could be crazy for all I knew. I'm still not sure what he does here…" I then eyed her for a moment, "What exactly is the job he wants you to do?"
"He apparently wants me to teach a bunch of kids economics." She mumbled, blowing a strand of white hair out of her eyes. "Caused all kinds of shit when I told him no… I don't even know if B.O.B.'s alright."
"Who is Bob?" I asked.
"My butler Omnic." She grumbled, "Probably worried sick about me if he's not to busy being blown up."
"You have a butler?" I mumbled and shook my head, "Wait. So. McCree, wanted to hire YOU, a wanted Criminal. To teach here?"
"I guess technically his boss wanted me to teach here." She replied, "…I do have that master's in economics." She noted thoughtfully before shrugging. "…But rustling is a hellova lot more fun."
I slapped my forehead, rubbing it slightly. This was pretty messed up. And of course, now somebody knows that I sleep with (at least) Fareeha. "…Why not just take the job?"
She stared at me scathingly, "Uh. Hello?! Jesse didn't apologize to me yet."
"…Yeah but he's just the messenger." I replied, "Sounds like Mr. Morrison's the one that wants to hire you." She blinked at me. A look of clarity suddenly on her face, apparently, she didn't think about that part. "…I mean do you know how much the teachers here get paid? A lot. A lot of them do it FOR FUN." I mumbled, thinking about Olivia and Amelia. Hell, Hana was kinda loaded to. Mei has a fucking BEACH HOUSE!
"…How much we talkin?" she asked a greedy look on her face.
I shrugged. I never asked, "No idea. You'll have to actually talk to Mr. Morrison about that. But I'll tell you right now it beats getting shot at. Plus, your gangs in jail right now." I reminded her as her eyes narrowed. "You'll have to break them out, or find a new gang… either way it just seems to most beneficial to work for the school. Plus all the benefits you get. Like the deal they have with the Nexus or…"
"…The Nexus you say? That big, BIG hotel chain run by the Mengsk family?"
"Well, my Aunt sort of runs it now." I noted as she stared at me.
"…November Terra… is your Aunt?" she said slowly. I shrugged.
"Well… adopted." I replied, "And a bit estranged." I suddenly felt her weight against me. She was smiling a little seductively at me and I have to tell you I've been seduced by some of the best… but she was a natural. She was just so fucking pretty. And now that I got a good look at her close-up and not in a panic she was sort of this exotic bad girl. Not just Olivia bad, I mean… BAD, Bad. Not to mention my recent weakness to cowgirls with nice asses.
"…Maybe I do see your appeal." She said, winking at me. Her strangely cinnamon-smelling breath slipped up my nose as her bright red lips parted slowly. "…Sex drive, brains, connections. You're kind of the whole package aren't you?"
"Oooh… no wait a sec-"
I felt my zipper slip down, "Speaking of package." She grinned as her soft clever fingers slipped into my pants, rubbing up against the sudden bulge as she brushed me through my underwear. "…Well… that's a bit of a surprise." She said, digging through my boxers and stroking my cock with her fingers as she pulled my quickly hardening length out, rubbing it between her hands as she grinned at me. "I guess I should reward you for tryin to help me…" she said, licking her lips slowly as my cock throbbed between her bound hands. She spat on the shaft, rubbing her saliva into my skin I began thrusting between her smooth palms and her fingers strummed up and down my shaft. Her red manicured fingernails scraped lightly against my sensitive skin.
"You should feel lucky…" she grinned, "I don't just give out handjobs to anyone…" she nibbled my earlobe as she whispered those words into it. "But I've never heard any complaints…" my cock bulged in her grip, and she suddenly tightened her hands, feeling my pre-cum squirt between the ropes binding her wrists. "No. No not yet…" she cooed with a chuckle. "You should enjoy it more…" she moaned, rubbing her palms on my glands as I thrust between them. I gripped her arms for support, pumping between her soft hands. She gasped, and panted erotically as if I was thrusting inside her. Giving me the illusion of intercourse. "You go right ahead." She grinned as my thick, pulsating load pumped between her wrists. She smirked and laughed as it just kept coming. "Woohoo. Look at that… Haven't seen a load like that since I studded out my horse…" she eyed the dripping load as it slid down her arms. "Now I'm all messy…" she said, eyeing me knowingly. "What are you going to do about…" but she paused as my cock, pumped back to life before her eyes. "H-huh…" she said a little surprised.
I stood up as she stared up at me, my hand wrapped around my length. Stroking it wildly as she stared, suddenly realizing that she was in a very dangerous position. She worked me up, she knew it… and not to be dark. But it wasn't like she could call for help… Unfortunately for her. My dick was used to multiple rounds with beautiful women, and I only saw one to help me take care of it.
"H-Hey!" she said indignantly as I began rubbing it against her cheek. "H-hey now don't you! MMNFH!?" opening her mouth was a bad choice. And it was a pretty mouth. I'm not trying to be creepy but she was like a supermodel level of beautiful. But I quickly pulled out, my tip stained with her lipstick as she spat slightly, "Hey I didn't say you could do that!" she scowled up at me, but I rested my hand on her head, rubbing against her cheek again. "Fucking little shit." She hissed up at me.
"Fareeha would taken care of this by now." I noted as she glared at me.
"So?" she noted firmly. I wasn't trying to make her jealous or anything I was just stating a fact.
"You woke the dragon. Put it back to sleep." I said, as she glared at my throbbing length. It dribbled on her cheek as she growled, rolling her eyes before turning her head and sliding her lips over the tip. Her tongue lapped the entrance briefly before doing laps around the head. She knew what she did… and holy shit she knew what she was doing… her hands rested on her lap as her eyes closed, her lips bobbing rapidly up and down as she hummed softly to herself. Working quickly, and rapidly, her tongue slithered up and down my length. Her hair moved back and forth like curtains along the sides of her face.
I let her take control, I was after all sort of forcing her to blow me it was only fair. But remember she started it.
"MMN. Mmmm. Hmmm…" she mumbled, her eyes opening to look up at me. An angry look flashed in her eyes but it only served to turn me on more. I gripped her head. "MMMNGH!!!?" I pulled her down my length as she coughed and spluttered at the sudden penetration. Her throat pulsated on me as it gasped for air that couldn't come. I let her quickly go as she slid rapidly off, gasping for air as she spat on my cock head disgustedly. "Fucker." She growled, before going right back to sucking the tip, her teeth slightly scraping on me as I bulged between her lips.
"I'm cumming Ashe." I growled, about to grab her head again but she quickly pulled away. Her hands, still covered with traces of my cum, stroked my slicked length rapidly as she leaned close, licking the bottom of my cock as it bulged and shot all over the shower floor.
She glared up at me then stood up, a smug look on her face, slapping my cock with her hands. "I'm not swallowing your load boy. Who do I look like your girlfriend?" My cock went limp, a small burst of cum spraying onto the floor as I caught my breath. She licked her lips, her lipstick was smudged, most of it was smeared on my cock. A pair of lips firmly printed on my shaft. "Now that you're satisfied, how about we talk… about…" she stared as my length throbbed slowly back to life. She sighed in disbelief. "Heysous…" she moaned, "How? I've seen stallions in heat who don't recover that fast."
"Uh huh." I mumbled, spitting in my hand as I began stroking my hard-on. "It tends to get like this when I only get head." I said with a smirk. "…So." I said as she blinked at me, surprised as if realizing I was still there not just my cock. "…Do you want a turn?"
She laughed, although a little nervously, and licked her lips. Apparently, they were very dry. "…You aren't so tough." She said firmly.
"…Wanna bet? You look like the gambling sort." I said confidently… Honestly, I didn't know what was going on at this point. I was trying to help her, then she was seducing me, and now I just wanted to get off. But you know what? Hormones. We're going with hormones. "I bet, I can make your knees weak before I cum again…" I said, eyeing those shapely legs through her pants as she fidgeted. "I mean. You've already popped me twice it's a sure bet."
She glared at my cock then shook her head, "Sounds to me like you're the only one that gets anything out of it. What's in it for me?"
"…A sense of accomplishment?" I said rather sheepishly as she laughed.
"Uh Huh. Nice try bucking-bronco but I'm not that easy."
"…Suit yourself." I said with a shrug, I guess it was a little much. I then pulled out my phone, turning up the volume slightly as I found one of my more favorite videos of Fareeha… Yes. She was in the bunny suit. And I began stroking before my eyes as Fareeha's gasp of pleasure and arousal echoed lightly around the shower stalls.
"The hell are you doing?" hissed Ashe, watching me stroke myself as I watched Fareeha's cotton-tailed ass bounce on my lap.
"I need to take care of this or it's not going away." I said dismissively, ignoring her look of disgust as I kept going. Turning up the volume lightly.
"Someone will hear you!" she scolded angrily, struggling with her wrists as I easily held her off while she reached for my phone.
"That sounds like a cowgirl criminal problem." I noted as she snarled angrily. I began to moan and she hissed like a viper.
"FINE…" she growled angrily, as I paused the video.
"Fine… what?" I asked lazily.
"…Make it quick, quiet. And don't you FUCKING CUM in me." She said, undoing her belt buckle. She frowned as I rested my hands on her waist, stroking them slightly as for the first time she blush. I pulled her pants down revealing tight black underwear, her pale white skin glistening as I pushed the underwear aside revealing her au natural white pubic hair… "What are you-MMMN!?" my cock throbbed as I licked her crotched, she covered her mouth with her hands… and inwardly groaned as she remembered that they were covered in my cum.
She shivered under my licking, I held her in place as she leaned against the wall of the stall for support, shaking as my tongue shoved between her folds… her pussy soon drooling as she trembled around my tongue. "Mn! MMmm…" she shook her hips but I held her steady, her hands soon yanking at my hair as she bit her lips in silence. I cupped her firm ass, caressing it though her underwear as she sucked in air through her teeth. Panting for breath she trembled, trying to stay standing as she came on my tongue.
…Then I went in for the kill. While she was still shaking, I stood up, aiming at her pussy as she watched a little dazed. Her pants at her knees, she wasn't exactly spread-eagled, so my cock slipped between her thighs as I pushed all the way into her tight body.
"Hahhahaha…" she panted rapidly as she slapped my chest, her eyes trembling as she gasped. I glared at her as she glared nervously back, realizing she was in trouble. I pulled out, and pushed firmly back in. she slid up and down the wall, covering her mouth to suppress the screams of pleasure as I grunted my primal instincts into her body. Her boots clattered on the tiled floor as they tried to remain standing, her pants sliding down her muscled legs as I pushed deeper and deeper into her, forcing her up the wall as I pinned her to it. My hands lifted her ass up and down my length as I thrust balls deep inside her. Her slick drooling pussy lubed my cock as it pulsated in her tunnel. I gripped the top of the stall now, giving her only a moment to recover before I started up again.
She whimpered, slowly at first, then louder her mouth still covered with her cum stained hands as my stench apparently overpowered her. She screamed, her eyes trembling widely as she suppressed it with her palms. Her pussy declaring in pleasure how good I did as it clamped tightly around me. She went limp against me as she vacantly stared at the ceiling, trying to come back down quickly as I began steadily again. Moaning at my constant steady thrusting.
"You. Fucking. Bronco." She hissed as she collapsed against me. I leaned back, pulling her away from the wall as I sunk my fingers into her ass, lifting and dropping her on my throbbing length as I approached release. "Oh. Fuck! Don't! Cum! In! ME! YOU! ASS!!!" she snarled as she came again, clawing at my back as her legs tightened in the air, trembling as the cramped up in pleasure. "Fuuuuuuck…" she shivered, shaking on my body as her hands curled in my shirt. "Fuuuuuck…" she moaned again, gasping as a small trace of drool dripped from her lips.
"It's got to go somewhere." I snarled, speeding up as she became like a vice. Her body spasmed as I held on. "Come on where's it going to go?" I hissed demandingly in her ear.
"Shit! Fuck! Shit! Let! ME! DOWN!" she moaned as, finally at my limit I lifted her off my cock as the cool air of the shower hit it, her cold fluids freezing around my length as she dropped to the floor, her face inches from my cock head as I stroked it.
She groaned angrily and slipped her lips over my head as I released, unable to hold it. Thick warm liquid bulged her cheeks as she glared angrily, and exhaustedly, up at me. I reflexively pushed into her mouth, even as I came, feeling my seed flood around my length as she struggled to contain my load. Finally spent, she yanked away, glaring up at me almost comically before she leaned her head over the shower drain and practically vomited the thick torrent of cum directly onto it. "FUCK." She declared, panting for breath as she wiped the last strain of cum rope from her lips with her hands. "God Damn boy how is Fareeha not knocked up if you blow like that?!"
"Really good birth control." I mumbled in relief, finally satisfied.
Turning the shower on lower we absently rinsed what we could. I helped her with her pants and we stood in silence for a moment. Realizing that, while that was fun, we still had a bit of a problem. What the hell were we going to do?
I stared at her as she rinsed her mouth, then, finally. I simply said what had to be said. "…You should just work here…" she stared at me, her lips. Not nearly as bright red as before twitched into a frown.
"The hell I will…" she said firmly but I waved her down.
"Look. Just… follow my lead and neither of us will get in trouble. In fact. McCree will probably be the one to get in trouble. I could tell by the look in her eyes that I had her interest.
The first thing we had to do was find Mr. Morrison… the second thing we had to do was talk. He stood outside God-Help-us-All Vice-principal Reyes office in his old varsity #76 jacket with the Vice-Principal himself leaning on the doorframe, nodding thoughtfully as they talked about… whatever it was they talked about sober. When I turned the corner speaking a little loud than necessary.
"And Mr. Reyes' office is over her Miss Ashe." I said as she nodded her head slowly, frowning a little nervously as Reyes and Mr. Morrison turned, freezing at the sight of Ashe. "Oh. Hey sirs. I was just showing our new teacher around."
They glanced at each other as I continued, "I found her all tied up in Mr. McCree's office. She said she's the new teacher so I showed her around the place." I said, 'innocently' "…She is the new teacher right?" I asked, looking rather casually at Ashe who nodded, a fake smile slipping onto her lips.
"…We were hoping she would accept." Mr. Morrison said casually, "Approaching Ashe. "I'm glad you agreed to work here Elizabeth… but why are your hands tied?" Reyes coughed slightly looking away as Ashe glanced at him over Mr. Morrison's shoulder.
"Oh… a slight Misunderstanding with Jesse." Ashe said with a charming smile, putting on the cowgirl charm apparently.
"Well, I'll have stern words with him. But Scott, while I approve of your initiative showing our new faculty member around what were you doing at McCree's office?"
"Well Ms. Zhou wanted his help cleaning the science lab, but I couldn't find him." I noted casually.
"That lazy son-of-a-" Mr. Reyes mumbled, slamming his door. "I'll find him Jack. Why don't you work up Ashe's paperwork?" he said not waiting for a response as he quickly walked away. A little faster than usual actually.
"…Well alright then. Mr. Snow if you wouldn't mind unbinding your new teacher." Mr. Morrison mumbled a little confused, "And Ashe if you come with me to my office, we'll arrange everything. Including your community service papers with the police." He added, a little to our surprise as he casually whistled away.
We watched as finally I unbound Ashe's wrists, she rubbed the light rope burns absently, "Well you little bucking bronco it looks like we'll be seeing more of each other…" then she grinned devilishly at me. "And I got a new future gang member… I wonder how being Amari's 'teacher's pet' would go if I told her what we did in the shower?"
I just laughed, the confusion unhidden on her face as I did. I gently kissed the back of her hand waving goodbye to her as I walked toward my next class. Spanish. "…You should really have a talk with Olivia later… see how that'll work out for you."
And as she turned to follow Mr. Morrison to his office, I entered the Spanish classroom just as the bell rang… some of the students still covered in cotton candy.
End of Chapter.