04

Guess she’s not mad.

I settled in my seat, slinging my backpack on the ground beside my desk. My hand slid into my jeans pocket and grabbed my phone.

« Now that Mr. Stone has joined us late, We’ll have to restart attendance. » Mr. Stewart said clearing his throat. He started calling out names after names while looking down.

I smiled slyly and unlocked my phone clicking on Passion’s contact. My fingers quickly typed out the short message and hit the blue arrow.

I heard a low buzz come from upfront and saw Passion reach for her phone that sat comfortably in her tight jeans back pocket. I smirked and almost immediately got a message back.

What Stone. I quietly laughed and texted her back. My eyes looked up to see if Mr. Stewart was catching us but he wasn’t. He was still doing attendance, in the F’s now. Slow old man.

I thought she’d correct me on my grammar in her next grand text, but instead, I got something boring and short.

I rolled my eyes at her persistence and stubbornness. She was so tenacious sometimes but I guess I found it hot and kind of a turn on I’ll admit.

I heard a small giggle after my message was sent and automatically knew it was from Passion. It wasn’t loud but apparently, it was clear enough to get some people looking at her.

I rolled my eyes again and right when I was about to text back I heard a certain someone clear his very empty throat. Looking up, Mr. Stewart was glaring at Passion and the object in her lap. « Something you want to share with us, Ms. Rush ? »

She groaned and glanced up to meet his boring gaze. « No, not at all Mr. Stewart. »

I smirked and a few other students laughed quietly at her boldness. This was a reoccurring event that happened quite often in first period. If Passion showed up, she’d do something Mr. Stewart wouldn’t like that would eventually lead to her getting kicked out and leaving with a smile on her face.

« Well, I believe it must be if it’s funny and worth not paying attention to class. »

She scoffed and I imagined her rolling her eyes. « It’s attendance, What’s there to pay attention to ? You boringly call out people’s names I don’t know nor care about ? »

He lifted a single thick brow and dropped the attendance sheet. He lifted his arm and set it on the podium, his palm wide open and waiting for her phone.

She cursed under her breath as she got up to drop off her phone. I couldn’t let her get in trouble for something she didn’t start so I stood up.

« Hey, Mr. Fatshit, I sent the first text. Don’t you want my phone ? » I smirked raising my phone in the air. « I’m sure it’s much more interesting to look through. I’ll even let you during your lunch break. »

He laughed dryly as he snatched Passion’s phone and slid it onto his desk. « Tempting Mr. Stone but I don’t think I want to see your dick pics, » He looked at Passion and tilted his head sideways. « Maybe I want to see how interesting Ms. Rush’s is. I might find something…entertaining. »

She went as white as a ghost from his words and I knew exactly why. Because of her…profession, Passion’s phone had every dirty thing you could imagine. Her safari search history was filled with lingerie websites and sex toy sites. She was even logged into her camgirl profile on her phone for creator purposes. I knew all this because she mentioned it during our talk the night I first talked to her.

She wasn’t embarrassed of what she did, in fact, she was quite neutral about it. But it would be weird if your teacher found out you are a cam girl, a well-known one at that.

« Isn’t that invasion of student privacy ? You can’t do that or I’ll report you. » Passion spoke crossing her arms. Her bodysuit stuck tightly to her torso and chest like a second skin. It made her tits very noteworthy and I could’ve sworn I saw Mr. Stewart look down at them.

« I could put you in detention or worst Ms. Rush. Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, your the student, I’m the teacher. Now go sit in your seat. » He sternly said to her. « I’ll see you after school, fetch it then. »

She cursed at him and went back to her seat with a pout. Throughout the class, Mr. Stewart was being an ass about Passion’s problem. He kept waving her phone around like he was dangling food in a dog’s face. He clearly knew she was upset about something and kept being an ass about it.

Once class was over I grabbed my bag and hurried towards Passion. Grabbing her hand, I took us out the room and into the hallway, down the path to my locker.

« Talk to me, angel. » I said squeezing her hand.

« He took my phone, Maddox ! He practically announced he’d search it. W-What if he looks in my Safari ? What if he does see my cam girl profile ? »

I sighed. I started to feel like this was my fault, I mean I did text her first. « Do you have a password ? »

She stayed silent before looking down and fidgeting with her fingers. « No, No one normally checks my phone and my friends know about my…side job. So I didn’t bother. »

I sighed heavily and let my head rest against her forehead. I took a deep breath, my nose was being filled with her sweet smell. « It’s okay, Passion. We’ll figure something out. Just finish all your other classes, I’ll talk to Principal Chester. »

After a few more classes, it was lunchtime. On my way to Chester’s office, I slowly walked past Mr. Fatshit’s class and saw he was closely faced with a phone. That phone being Passion’s square mirror cased phone.

Shit.

I quickly ran to Chester’s and when I arrived I told him about what happened earlier and he said ‘He’d talk to Mr. Stewart.’ Fucking useless.

After that forty-five minutes of failed justice, I dragged myself to my next class — Spanish.

My teacher, Ms. Santonio shook her head at me when I walked in sluggishly and plopped down in the only available seat and the worst. The front seat.

« Mr. Stone, why are you late ? The bell rang four minutes ago. »

I rolled my eyes, totally out of it. « Fui a tomar una gran mierda de mierda, Sra. Santonio. »

{I went to take a big fat shitty shit, Ms. Santonio.}

The class laughed and the teacher just sent me to early detention for the rest of the day. I laid my head on my desk and took a short nap which ended up lasting fifty minutes. When I woke up I grabbed my phone and tried texting Passion’s phone in hopes of getting answers to what Mr. Stewart saw.

I knew the sick bastard has seen something. I mean he made it pretty clear that he was going to snoop in her phone. He was good for taking student’s phones and looking through them. He never did anything with the information he got but he might do something with secrets hidden in Passion’s phone.

My jaw clamped harshly together at the perverted message he sent back. He definitely answered my question. He had seen everything, from the search history to the videos of her sprawled out on her bed squirting. I didn’t have a problem with watching porn but it’s weird when it’s your fucking student that your watching. It’s inappropriate.

I quickly got up from the detention desk and gathered my shit together, shoving the loose papers and books into my bag.

« Where do you think you’re going, Mr. Stone ! You have ten minutes left. » The detention teacher pointed to the slow ticking clock that hung on the dull walls of the old classroom.

« Yea, well fuck those ten minutes. » I muttered. I felt my phone buzz again and quickly checked it.

Passion’s POV

He starred at me intently as I squirmed uncomfortably in the desk that sat right across from his. He was flipped my phone in his hands repeatedly with a smug smirk on his face. He seemed content with what he found which had my heart jumping out of my chest. I clutched myself attempting my best to stay composed.

« Ms. Rush, » He started sounding smug.

My gazes went to the nearby clock on the wall that appeared to tick slower than before. 3 :34 PM. My eyebrows furrowed in worry and my hands started to perspire profusely.

Maddox, please hurry.