"Mishell…?" Spencer mumbled. THe two looked at each other Spencer couldn’t believe it. Yeah okay…I knew she was older but… Spencer struggled to regain her composure and soon her natural sexiness returned. She smiled and seductively bit her lower lip at the new teacher. Mishell’s face flushed and she returned to the board trying to regain the flow of her lesson.

"Yes, so American history…umm…" She walked over ot her desk tripping a bit as she walked not removing her eyes from the dirty blonde in the back. The class burst into silent fits of giggles. The rest of the class passed by awkwardly. The students were wondering how their principle had let such an ungainly teacher into her school.

"So are there any questions?" Spencer’s hand shot predictably into the air, "yes the cute blonde in the back." Spencer I can’t believe you’re flirting with your teacher in the middle of class…I must be good… Spencer smiled to herself before speaking.

"Yea…umm…you said you were twenty-four what are you really? 31?" Spencer knew this was perfect. She couldn’t comment back with "so you’re into really older women," or, "you didn’t bother to ask my age while you were fucking me," because that would most definitely get you fired. Spencer heard Rowan chuckle next to her.

"I am really twenty-four and how old are you really hmm? 12?" Damn! She’s good…

"No 16 but people usually mistake me for someone older…you wouldn’t believe how many people have made that mistake!" Spencer winked. Rowan began cracking up silently in the seat next to her. The bell stopped Mishell before she could comment back. The class’s eyes had been darting back and forth between the teacher and student trying to process what was happening.

"Class dissmissed. Spencer can you stay for a moment?"

"Yeah sure. Rowan I’ll catch up later okay?" Rowan nodded and closed the door. When Spencer was sure the door was securely closed she turned to see her "teacher" looking her up and down a hint of need in her eyes. Mishell searched Spencer’s eyes searching for answers; for her next move. As though they might give her a hint on what to do but the ocean blue eyes gave no response.

Ashely cursed as she spilt her coffee on the sidewalk, pushed by the bustling people in the history wing. She picked up her books and left the spilled beverage. It’s no good to me now… Ashely thought to herself as she continued to walk down the hall. She looked to her right into one of the classrooms and saw a blonde head of hair that she recognized. She stopped and peeked in through the window in the door. She watched Miss Parkinson the new history teacher lean in. Ashley held her breath as she watched the advancing red head. She finally let herself breath again when Spencer haulted the teacher. She listened hard for Spencer’s next words.