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A few students mumble their aversion to the boring nine-to-five life she's describing. Madison's stature at 5'9 makes her worthy of a modeling contract, but her ability to speak shows so much potential. I wish she would have taken the assignment more seriously.
She continues to hold her classmates' attention. "You're going to reach a point where you have to decide if you're going to stick to societal norms or break the mold to go after what you want. You only reach a million dollars after you break the mold. The choice is yours. Follow the rules or follow the rules to life."
"Do you have plans to reach a million dollars?" Casey, the inquisitive one, interjects with half a smile.
Madison shrugs. "I can reach a million by following the rules of life."
Now she has my attention by the balls. I'm not ready for her to go back to her seat. I prod her to continue. "Explain to your classmates the difference between following the rules and following the rules of life."
Madison's blue eyes sparkle with delight at my attention before she hops her perky ass on top of my desk. I take a few steps back to lean against the wall in the corner, to give her as much space as possible. I don't want to be too close or else I may lose myjob. I want to bend her over that desk and smack that perfectly palmable ass of hers.
I have to stop thinking about her like this. She's a fucking student.
"So, for those of you who are blissfully unaware, there are three types of people in the world. The best, those trying to be the best, and those who don't care to compete. Follow the rules. You graduate, you go to college, or you get a job. You do what you're told and eventually, you get enough courage to ask for a raise."
She takes a pause and has the entire class waiting with bated breaths. Madison is swimming in the attention, but I toss my gaze out of the window.
"Continue, Miss Nichols," I instruct lazily.
I can hear the frustration in her sigh as she shifts her weight on the desk. My peripheral catches another glimpse. This time the back of her shorts rides up just enough for me to see her skin, bronze from tanning. My tongue moves across my top lip, but I keep my face toward the window.
"In case you missed it, that last description is most of you and most of you don't dare to compete." Madison shrugs at the reaction around the classroom. Some boo, others are indifferent, and the rest are waiting for her to finish.
She continues, "Those of you who didn't like what I said are trying to be the best, and those of you who didn't react at all are probably among the best. For right now, that's how it is. It can always change, but the rules for the rest don't apply to the best."
A few of the athletes in the back high-five, and Madison smirks as she finishes up her presentation. "So, the best bend and breakthe rules in ways that help them. If they're a decent person, it's nothing catastrophic, but it doesn't negate the fact that they'll do whatever they can to be successful. The ones trying to be the best keep the best on their toes or they surpass and take the mantle."
"And where do you fall in that categorization?" I ask. My eyes scan the school grounds from the second-floor window.
"I'm one of the best," she says.
I chuckle and return to my desk as she slides off it to return to her seat. "Unfortunately, Miss Nichols, while you may be the best in life, in this classroom, you have yet to compete. A riveting presentation, yes. I'm certain your classmates are thankful for the life lesson, but I'm going to have to ask you to see me after class to discuss your failed assignment."
"FAILED?" Madison's gorgeous glass-blue eyes widen.
"Impossible."
"If you need a refresh on the rubric, I'll have that ready for you when you come to see me after class. Thank you, Miss Nichols. Now moving on."
The class mumbles a few unsavory things about me versus Madison before I settle them down, leaving her with a scathing look in her eyes. There's something invigorating about her being mad at me. I kind of want her to smack me, pull my hair, and bite my lip while I push deep inside of her sweet pussy.
Fuck. I'm going to get myself fired, or worse.
When the day is over, I expect Madison to be at the door to the classroom immediately. However, after an hour, I stop waiting and head to my office. If she's hellbent on failing, I'm not going to stand in her way.
I get to work, grading papers and going over the lesson plan for the next few days when there's a knock on the door. My heart skips a beat when I look up, but it's not Madison.
The janitor pokes his head in and looks at me with a question in his eyes.
"Normally, Carmen doesn't work this late."
"I'm not Carmen. Name's Mason. Mason Montoya, and you are?" I ask him.
"You can call me, Eddie. You, uh, plan on staying here late?"
I shrug, "I don't know. Does it matter? Principal Paulson said the building doesn't close until seven due to after-school programs. I didn't think it would be a problem if I stayed here to grade papers. I don't like taking my work home."
"Well, you're a teacher. That's one of the things I notice most of them do. I'm only saying something because what I do is make sure these offices are locked up. The after-school programs are designated to the gym and cafeteria."
