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Brooke

It was the anniversary of my mother's death.

I was drunk, resting my head in Leela's lap, giggling about nothing.

We must had been loud, but we didn't care.

Ms. Polinski was on dorm watch and we weren't afraid of her, I actually think she was afraid of us.

She'd knocked about three times in fifteen minutes when she finally looked in, we never gave her an answer.

"Thompson, Donovan, you've got two minutes to dress up and go to sleep." She pointed at us and we looked at each other, bursting into laughter. "Alright that's it." She got her phone out and pretended to be calling someone.

"Stupid bitch." Leela whispered and I sat up to feel less dizzy. "Who's she calling?"

"No one." I rolled my eyes and walked up to Ms. Polinski. "Hasn't been two minutes, has it?" I smiled and walked past her to go to my bathroom.

I didn't need to go, I just wanted to annoy her. Then about two minutes later Leela walked in on me, wearing a shirt already and handing one to me.

"She fuckig called Owen." She said and I laughed again.

Leela didn't find it so funny.

Owen had the reputation of a chill, laid back guy, and the yelling, strict teacher at the same time. I think he had some self control issues. Anyway, he was all cool, until it came to cheating or using substances. Then he became the opposite of cool. Maybe he was bipolar.

But he'd never yelled at me.

Also, I wasn't sure if Polinski called him to yell at us or to hang with him, she definitely had a crush on him. Who didn't?

We decided not to get out of the bathroom, Owen wasn't allowed to come in, was he?

"Open up girls." I heard his voice. He sounded mad.

"Brooke's sick." Leela yelled and I groaned, kneeling in front of the toilet to pretend.

She held my hair and flushed the toilet.

"Can I come in?"

"No!" Leela yelled again, but the door opened and Ms. Polinski looked in.

I'm guessing she saw us being dressed and let Owen in, cause by the time I looked up he was standing next to me.

"You two are done with lacrosse, and you can be glad I'm not taking this any further." He didn't seem to be joking.

"Owen, I..." Leela tried, clearly scared.

I think she always took him more seriously than I did. Maybe she was right to do so.

"It's Mr. McField for you." He groaned and I could feel Ms. Polinski's pride, thinking she is the only one calling him 'Owen' tonight.

"We barely had anything, you can't be serious." Leela continued.

"I warned you three times." Polinski pointed at the door, telling Leela to go back to her room.

"You didn't." I shook my head, still kneeling at the toilet.

I figured I would make them uncomfortable and made myself throw up, I didn't want to be around them any more.

Just as I thought, Polinski ran to the hallway, unfortunately dragging Leela with her.

"You alright luv?" Owen got down next to me, flushing the toilet when I leaned back to the wall.

"Must be bulimic." I smiled after whipping my face with toilet paper.

"Definitely not drunk." He laughed. "I'm not gonna yell at you, but you're off my team." He said in a surprisingly nice voice.

Well I guess I deserved that. Papa will be proud.

"Alright, go on home." I nodded, I wanted him gone.

If he didn't see I was suffering, then I didn't need him there.

"I'm on dorm duty in the west wing." He filled me in, not sure what for.

"Then go do your job." I got up and went to the sink to wash my teeth.

"My hands are tied Brooke, I can't fuckig help you if you keep breaking the rules." He sighed and reached for the door. "I'm a teacher, for god's sake."

"That's right." I smiled with my toothbrush in my mouth. "So go on and be a teacher." I waved goodbye and he left.

He fucking left me again. Just like last time.

Well, I left him that time, but he could have come after me. Fuck him.

I fixed myself up and went to bed, having that bitch Polinski check on me twice as I did so.

I texted Leela to say sorry, it was my idea for once to drink tonight, I got her into trouble.

"I'm sorry Brooke. I know you don't want me to help you, but at least don't pretend I'm not trying to. - Owen" He messaged me.

He had my number from lacrosse tournaments, we had group chats and stuff, but we rarely ever texted privately, and even then, only about lacrosse.

This was strange, but exciting.

I guess Owen and I always had a strong bond, a bond that kept us feeling close to each other, even if we didn't necessarily knew the other one. We just felt like we did. And I liked that feeling.

"Ok." I answered and put my phone down, trying to fall asleep.

I knew I was being a bitch, but I couldn't help it. I didn't know how to act differently. I couldn't let people in. Maybe I should have.

"I'm sorry too." I texted him again, after laying in my bed for ten minutes. "I'm just fucked up. I understand your reasons for kicking us off, it's the right thing to do."

I was lying. I didn't think we should be kicked off, and I knew damn well I was gonna cry my way back to the team.

Or I might as well just hang myself before Papa does, when I go home as a failure.

"Yes. Why are you fucked up?"

"Isn't everybody?"

"Not as much as you."

"It's a long story. But just know, I don't mean to be a bitch to you. It's just what comes naturally."

He didn't answer for about three minutes and I thought our conversation was over, then he texted me again.

"You are a bitch, yes."

I laughed.

"Did Ms. Polinski make a move on you tonight?" I tried chatting about something different, not about me. Something fun.

"None of your business love..." Oh so now he wanted to be distant?

"Just jealous😛"

"Yes she did."

"Oooh."

"What'd she do?

"Go down?"

Again, no answer for several minutes, but I was too excited to fall asleep. I knew I shouldn't have reminded him of me going down on him, but I also didn't care.

Let him remember how good I was.

"Just wanted a chat. How are you?"

He was weird. Who texts like that? You don't send two different messages in one.

"That's what she asked?"

"No. I'm asking."

"I will be fine. Just gotta tell my father somehow."

"But it's not your fault🙃"

Yes, I already started making him feel guilty, you can never start too early.

"Heard some rumors about him. Will he take it okay?"

There it was. I'd known Owen for a while now, but we managed to skip the family stories so far. I didn't know anything about his and he didn't know about mine, or at least not from me. But as I already said, he must have heard things. And I was right.

"What did you hear?"

"Not much. But I know you're scared of him. I've met him, remember?"

Yeah, true, he always came to the end of the year ceremony, talking to my teachers about how proud he is of me.

He isn't, he just pretends to be.

"My parents beat me as a child. I understand your behavior. But it doesn't make it right."

Beat him? I didn't know that. Wow.

"Sorry to hear. Must have been rough."

I was sorry for him, I couldn't imagine having both parents be cruel to me.

"But he doesn't hurt me. Never has."

I lied.

I had been told several times not to leave trace of my abuse, or else there would be no trace of me.

And Papa wasn't just threatening. My mother didn't leave us, she was gone. Gone gone.

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holy shit i thought you were talking about yourself at first and then i realized it’s a story

Hahah noo! Thankfully! Maybe I should make it more obvious in every post somehow:D Thanks for the concern though, appreciate it:)

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7.

Isabella

I didn't enjoy being a charity case, but I was grateful for it.

I grew up poor, hell, I am poor. Growing up in a neighborhood like mine, you learn to look out for yourself. And you either learn how to run, or learn how to fight. I chose running.

I had a total of six siblings, but only four were alive. One brother was killed during a drug deal at the age of 20, when I was still in the womb, and one sister was shot in front of her school when I was two, she was 13. I had two more older brothers, both in jail now. Two younger brothers, both already in trouble, despite being 13 and 15. My mother worked on the streets all my life and I've never met my father.

And yet, I was here at Townsend, living a luxurious life, opportunities being thrown at me. I was lucky, and I knew that. I was not going to be shot at the entrance, not going to be working on the streets, and was for sure not going to bring any more people into this world.

I didn't have many friends at school, because everyone knew who I was. The "charity girl."

Penelope was different. She got me. She wasn't here with a scholarship, her parents were loaded like everybody else's, but she was a type of charity case that I believed to be worse than mine.

She was adopted, and not for the right reasons. As I said, I am not going to give birth, but I will have kids, I will give some unfortunate kids the chance to grow up in a loving, safe environment. But Pen? She wasn't loved. Yes, she was safe, she got everything she needed and twice more, but she always knew her place in the family, and it was lower in status than the lap dog.

Her parents disgusted me. Rich white couple who popped out two kids, one boy and one girl as it is written in the big book, raised them via help, then bought a dog to keep them entertained as the kids went off to uni. But you know what sounds cool? Adopting a dog. That's something people will praise you for. And while you're at it, why not adopt two girls of color, you know, just to say you're a good person? It will look great on paper, and even you will believe you're a saint. And they did.

But Pen and Leela? They never once felt at home, they were as excluded as they could be. She didn't think it was worse than letting them live in foster care, but I wasn't so sure.

I knew what it was like to be excluded from your family, and it sucked. Ever since I started at Townsend, my own mother called me names and my own brothers stole my things, my things I earned with hard work. And it really, really sucked. I couldn't imagine living that way my entire life.

"You can see your boyfriend every day now." I teased Pen.

Owen didn't put me on the team, but that's what I wanted. I couldn't have lacrosse interfere with track and field, and most definitely didn't have money to cover the expenses. Also, I knew I was shit. Only reason I tried out was for Pen, she didn't want to be alone, and I kinda figured I'd fail the try outs anyway.

I wanted to be here, but I needed to be there.

"Come on!" She pushed me. She didn't like when I joked about him, I think she was somewhat in denial.

She thought she was just a little attracted to him, but I knew she had big ass crush on that man. I could understand why, both from the fact that he was a fine man, very charismatic, but also from the fact that she longed for a loving relationship with an adult man.

I guess I did too, I was just more aware of it and chose to work against it. Also, Owen wasn't really my type, as a person. He was kind of a dick.

I noticed Pen's look lingering on Brooke Donovan, and giggled to myself. She was so jealous.

"Should we kill her?" I murmured laughing and she didn't answer, just kept on staring. "I'll take that as a yes. You know, maybe you should try and talk to her. See what she is really like."

Brooke wasn't that bad. She was stupid, that's no doubt, but she wasn't as mean as Pen and I put her out to be.

She was Leela's best friend after all, she had to have been a good person. She was actually one of the few people that weren't mean to me, but because her friends were, I usually associated her with them. I knew it was wrong, but yes, sometimes I was using her to channel my hate into one person. I couldn't hate the entire school after all. But I was conscious about it and I knew I didn't hate her. I just liked acting like I did.

And she was stupid after all, so it's not like she didn't deserve it. She had so many opportunities, so much going for her. She was top of her class and a great athlete, she actually deserved to be here, unlike many other girls, yet she wasted her time doing drugs and hooking up with the boy's school guys, or now even with staff? Pretty fucking stupid if you ask me.

"I've talked to her just enough, thank you." Pen groaned and I could understand why, I just wished she could see behind her emotions sometimes.

"Hey girls." Owen walked up to us. "Excited for the season?" He started chatting and I let Pen talk to him.

I only interfered when she needed help, otherwise it was her chance to connect with the man.

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do you have a TC or are you just writing?

I used to be in the TCC in high school, when I had a HUGE crush on one of my teachers. He was quite young, I think he’d be about 34 now, but was 27 when we met. (It’s funny how I’ve actually went on a date with a guy older than him.) We actually still talk sometimes, but very rarely and it’s always him starting a conversation.

This was when I started writing teacher crush stories, and never really stopped, just took breaks.

Then I had a smaller crush on one of my college professors, but that was never too serious, cause I always had “normal” crushes that I was more interested in. I think he’s 45 and he doesn’t teach me anymore.

Thanks for the ask:)

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imagines

Hey everyone,

I know the TCC is a little less active nowadays, at least it is definitely more quiet than 2-3 years ago, when I spent most of my days here lol.

Anyways, I'm trying to write more stories and would like to post some short imagines, stuff that doesn't only entertain me but maybe you guys as well. I also have the tendency to write the same stories over and over again, so I thought I'd ask for some ideas on what I could write.

So if anyone has any ideas, just send them to me pls, as a fun writing experience:)

Thank you all and good luck with online tcs:D

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I’d like to write some TC imagines but don’t really know where to start..

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6.

Brooke

"So how did you do it?" He laughed, I knew he wouldn't really be mad at us, he was a rule breaker after all.

"Left one in the toilet when the nurse left us, then you came and Leela just gave that one to you." I smiled and told the truth, I missed talking to Owen so openly.

"Well let's hope you're not pregnant then. Sorry." He joked and I raised an eyebrow, why'd I be pregnant?

Was he trying to ask if I was seeing anyone? Would be a stupid way to do so.

"Did I make midfield?" I started chatting, I didn't care about his dressing-down, I knew he didn't mean it, so why not just skip that part?

"Of course." He nodded. "And I'm looking forward to coaching you again, but maybe we should talk things through again." He leaned to the end of his table and I crossed my arms in front of me, I didn't want to talk.

Okay maybe I did want to, just didn't know how.

"Maybe you should start now."

"Okay." I looked down at his feet, I didn't feel comfortable looking him in the eye. "I've never had a healthy relationship with a man so honestly, Owen? I don't care if you take advantage of me, I'm taking advantage of you in other ways. It's not your job to fix me and I couldn't care less about your guilt or regret, hell, I don't think you actually feel either of those, and even if you did, not my problem. But what is my problem, is that you think you're actually that much in control and say you have never been anything more to me than a coach, when I thought we were friends. And friends don't just pull away because they're supposed to feel guilty or like a pedophile. Yes, maybe you are one but I frankly don't give a fuck, even while supposedly using me you've given me more than any other man."

Silence. He didn't say a word.

"I don't think you are, one, I just..." I started explaining myself.

"Nah, it's okay." He nodded. "Can I hug you?" He asked and I agreed happily, I would have felt weird pouring my heart out like that and just being ignored.

He pulled me in for a hug and I started crying, not because of him, but because I felt like I was finally heard, once in my life, and accepted.

I'm not sure how long I cried, but after a while I started feeling his smell on my skin, hair, and just all around me. Started relaxing in his arms and feeling ready to finally look him in the eye.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as I looked up at his face. He looked sad. Really sad. "Must be a shitty life where I'm the best option."

"It is." I laughed and wiped my eyes. "But it's quite nice."

I wasn't sure how much he knew about my family, I changed my name just a year before my mother died and thankfully the newspapers used my birth name. Townsend had my birth name on record though, I just wasn't sure if Owen had access to that.

But I guess teachers liked gossiping, so I wouldn't have been surprised to know he knew more than there was to know.

"Your turn now." I smiled and pulled away from him, stepping back a little and fixing my eye makeup with my fingers.

"Not sure what else I can say." He started. "You're right, I wasn't paying attention to what you needed, or more like, I thought what was best on paper would be the best for you too, but it wasn't. And I did have an easy time when I wasn't thinking about you, but I missed you. Not as a woman, no, but... as you. You remind me of myself sometimes, but you're also so different from me, and that just puts a feeling of longing into me, longing to know more of you. Get more of you. And obviously I'm attracted to you, always have been, and yes, I'm not one to care about rules, but I do not like loosing control, and in that moment, I didn't feel like I had any. Haven't felt in control ever since." He wasn't looking at me, his gaze was on the door, I could see him thinking, but didn't know what about. "I guess I don't actually regret our encounter, I just don't want to live it again."

"Was I that bad?" I joked and he laughed, shaking his head. "I understand." I nodded.

I liked his honesty. I wanted to know him more.

That longing he was talking about? I felt it. Deeply.

"It is so strange feeling all these emotions without physically connecting." I laughed, knowing this is what's normal, not my way, always having sex when anyone shows any emotions towards me, or hears mine out.

Even with Ethan, we'd always hooked up after deep talks, and I just didn't know why. I guess we were overwhelmed.

"There's something nice about it though." He smiled and went back to sit down at his table. "I'm glad we got a chance to chat."

"Well, you ordered me here." I smiled.

"Oh yeah, uhm, stop doing drugs while you still can. Believe me, nothing good is going to come out of them. I will report you if I don't 100% believe you've stopped, for your sake."

"I know, I know." I murmured, I did know, I wanted to stop. I kinda already had.

People say drugs have a power over you and once you start, you cannot stop. Well, Papa had a power over me that made me stop anything at any time, so I always knew when to quit something before he made me quit.

"I should probably get back to the dorms now." I started saying goodbye. "I will see you tomorrow."

"Yes, goodnight, luv. Glad we're on the same page again." He winked and I smiled, I was glad too.

For once, I actually felt calm. Happy.

Don't know the last time I felt that way. Maybe when I first developed a relationship with him. That feeling was similar to this, feeling home, in a way.

Not my home, but the home I deserved.

(Not sure why my paragraphs are weirdly separated sometimes, sorry about that.)

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5.

Owen

Townsend was good at lacrosse. We weren’t the best, but we did quite well. I was proud of being the coach.

Our team captain was Emma, the star player, who never missed a shot. Then Brooke and Leela, but of course, all the other girls were great as well, I just didn't care about them as much.

I held try outs in the middle of February and we started working right after that, every single day. Not always training, sometimes just learning plays and rules or watching games together.

"Mr. McField" The nurse came up to me the day before the try outs. "Two of your girls peed for each other and are not admitting to it, I'm going to need to report them."

"Let me handle it, luv." I smiled at her and she blushed, so I guess that got me somewhere with her.

I might have had a reputation of flirting my way around stuff, but it seriously made my life way easier. Late administration? Lost keycard? Anything a middle aged woman is in charge of? I can fix it.

Of course the trouble was again, Brooke. Brooke and Leela.

"Oh good, you're here." Brooke started when I walked in. "Nurse Abby thinks we lied, but I swear we didn't." She put her hand on her heart and sweared.

What a little liar.

I was starting to see why I was so attracted to her.

"Then I guess you can just fill the cups again, one by one." I picked up two pee cups from the cupboard and handed them to them.

"Yep." Brooke nodded and headed for the restroom, leaving me with Leela.

"If you're doing drugs, I will kick you off the team faster than lightning." I said firmly. "And that's true for your girlfriend as well." I pointed at the restroom door.

I might have purposely warned her when Brooke wasn't there, she had some weird power over me and I stopped acting like a teacher around her.

Well, even less of a teacher around her. I guess I never really felt like one.

"Bet you'd fuck her off." Leela murmured quietly and I decided it'd be better to not react.

Brooke told her?

They both finished up their business and I marked their names on the cups, leaving them for the nurse.

My try outs were somewhat serious but not too much, I was already aware of the abilities of most girls and really just needed to compare the new ones to them.

To my surprise, Penelope and Isabella signed up, they definitely hadn't before.

"Hey there." I sat down next to Penelope when she was putting her shoes on on the bench. "Didn't know you played lacrosse."

"Leela's been teaching me at home." She smiled.

"Well I'm happy to see you here. Good luck." I petted her back and blew my whistle, asking everyone to gather around me.

I greeted them and gave a little improvised speech about being part of a team and working hard.

I loved these girls in my own way, but sometimes I felt like my personality just wasn't fit to be a leader, I couldn't truly connect with them.

I gave them the usual tasks, timed their running, checked how many times they scored out of 10, made them pick up ground balls, etc. At the end I looked at the overall picture, seeing the chances of improvement and areas of weaknesses.

Told them I'd notify them the next day, even though I almost knew everyone's results already, just figured it'd seem more professional to take a day to think them through.

"Did we get in?" Isabella ran up to me as I was gathering my things from the bench.

"I don't know." I smiled at her, I truly didn't know what to do about her.

Penelope was quite good, I could see the potential, she was just missing experience, which is better than experience with no skills. I wanted to change a senior anyway, so this was a good opportunity to do so.

But Isabella? She was a runner, I'm not even sure she knew the rules to the game.

I didn't have enough spots to do charity work, our budget and my time allowed me to keep two teams, varsity and JV, but I usually mixed them at games, just bringing everyone from JV to the bench and maybe give them a chance. And Townsend being a big school, more girls were interested in lacrosse than what I could take.

I saw Brooke and Leela picking up their bags and walking away, so I catched up to them, I needed to talk to Brooke about her being rumored to be doing drugs, which they basically confirmed with the drug test incident.

"Could you meet me in my office, one by one?" I asked them.

"Why?" Brooke asked without looking at me, don't know where she got that attitude from.

"You know why. I'll see you there after dinner." I left them, she was not herself these days.

Was it because of me? Not sure. Most likely not, with her background she must have had bigger problems than a teacher using her. That doesn't make my behavior acceptable, I know, probably only worse.

Maybe I knew she was a broken child, those are easy to prey on.

I knew damn well, I was one after all.

Brooke and Leela arrived at my office just before eight, and I decided to start with Leela, I figured talking to Brooke would take longer and involve more emotions.

"I know you're using, no need to lie." I started and Leela crossed her arms in front of her. "Here's what's going to happen: you cut that shit right now or you fuck up your life and I'll get you expelled. Not just from the team."

"Who put you in charge?" She rolled her eyes. "I'll tell you what's gonna happen, you keep your mouth shut and leave us alone, or I'm yelling rape, and I don't know if you're aware or not, but Brooke's father is not playing jokes, ever. Neither is mine."

"That's cute." I laughed. "Come back here when you're your own person, I don't give a shit about your daddy." I stood up and opened the door to let her out. "You take a drug test every single day from now on, or you can say goodbye to Townsend." I basically kicked her out of the room with my eyes, pointing at Brooke to come on in.

"Are you gonna yell at me as well?" She asked.

She looked good, as usual. Hair braided, small black top and some red sweatpants.

"Depends." I smiled.

I didn't want to start it off by yelling at her, but I would have, if it got to that. I did not make exceptions when I was mad.

"Leela needs help but I will take care of her." She started without me asking. "Just give us some time, and I'm sorry about today, I just needed to get her on the team, figured she'd be more motivated after that."

"So how did you do it?" I laughed, I remembered my years in school, and my many visits at the police station.

Yeah, I really was not good at being a teacher.

"Left one in the toilet when the nurse left us, then you came and Leela just gave that one to you." She looked proud, and I didn't mind, as long as they were safe. Depends on what they're taking.

I didn't have a problem with it personally, it was just my job that made me yell at them. And their attitude.

"Well let's hope you're not pregnant then." I joked but it probably wasn't the best idea. "Sorry." I nodded and she shrugged.

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4.

Brooke

I wasn't doing well. Not even okay.

I was hurt when Owen treated me like a child, thinking he needs to fix this, fix us. Acting like he knew what was best for me, even though he knows nothing about me.

I did understand his concerns and guilt, but I did not understand why he couldn't just believe me when I said it was okay and we shouldn't make a big deal out of it. I might had reacted too harshly, but if he truly was that all-knowing adult he thought he was, he would have come after me to talk it through, and not just leave it and let me develop hatred towards him and every man. Alright, maybe my hate for men wasn't only his fault, but he sure as hell gave it some extra heat.

He was just like anyone ever, trying to ease his guilt without actually caring about me.

And no, I'm not talking about letting me suck his dick, and then thinking he knows everything. I'm talking about him saying we only had a professional relationship, that sentence was what hurt me.

Yes I had a crush on him but I couldn't care less about that. What I got from him was way more than a teacher or coach or sexual intrest, it was a chance to trust a man, let him in and develop an emotional relationship with him. Not just professional. Last time I recalled I was sitting in his office every other day, talking to him, befriending him. Not yet opening up as much as I'd had liked to, but slowly getting there. I was playing on the field, waiting for his appreciation and praise. I did not want a purely professional relationship with him, and I did not really need a sexual relationship, as he said, that just happened. And now I fucking hated him.

And he didn't care, he didn't look at me, he didn't talk to me. For him I was only one of many, he didn't need me.

But I had bigger problems than that, I had to go home for my birthday's weekend. I was scared, but I couldn't show it, Papa was ten times worse when he smelled fear, so I learned at an early age to bottle everything up.

"What are your goals for lacrosse this next season?" Papa asked during dinner.

"I'm thinking about quitting, I should be more focused on my academics."

That was not true, but Owen was the coach, why'd I go back there? Either way, I knew Papa wouldn't allow me to stop, I just had to at least try.

"Did I raise a quitter?" He asked strictly.

"No."

"Look at me when you're talking to me." He raised his voice. "Did I raise a quitter?"

"No." I nodded.

"So what are your goals for the next season?"

"Get midfield, play every game, one goal each game, get to nationals." I listed what I always listed.

Fucking Owen.

"I'm team captain." Marco, my 15 year old brother said, topping me, as always.

He was the perfect child, anything he ever did was good, even if it wasn't, he'd always get away with it, because he was just perfect. And why? Because he was a boy.

Yes, all he ever had to do was be born with a dick between his legs and he won Papa's love forever. I couldn't do that.

I invited a friend over for the next day, Ethan. Papa had this thing that if somebody was seeing our family, it had to look perfect. Because in his mind, it was, it was all perfect. And everyone else had to see that. We were rich, good and fun. But most importantly, he was rich, good and fun. And he had a son.

Ethan went to Galloway, which was kind of the boys version of Townsend. Marco went there as well. Sometimes we had shared activities, those days were always fun, I'm surprised how nobody got pregnant.

I'm not saying everyone was hooking up, but quite some girls were eager to see boys.

And me? I don't know, I guess I just enjoyed having something in my life I was in control of: my body. But not even fully that, Papa was always making comments and requests on how I should or should not look.

"We should do something to completely piss them off." Ethan said with his eyes closed.

"Whom?" I giggled, I already liked the idea.

"Parents. Parent in your case, fuck." He sat up and looked at me, pissed. "And everyone else. Everyone."

"Okay." I shook his hand and laid down on the couch, hearing him jump in the pool just outside the door.

I fell asleep.

"How do you wind down at Townsend?" Ethan asked that evening, we were in my room then, on the bed, getting ready to watch something. "You've got drugs there?"

"I don't need drugs to wind down." I laughed. "I'm not an addict."

"I know but, I smoke weed almost every day. I cry."

"I masturbate." I giggled and he hit me with a pillow. "Lacrosse helps, other times of the year I'm boxing in the gym. I'd say that way. But yes I smoke weed maybe every three or four days, sometimes do coke. I have been using more now, not sure why."

"What's up with Leela?"

Leela was my best friend at school, and second best friend in life, cause Ethan was the first. He knew she had drug problems.

"She's good, but getting a little too carried away with coke. I tried to tell her to stop but you know how much that helps... I will need to do something though."

"Doesn't she have family to take care of her?"

"Townsend is her family." I smiled. "But yeah, she has a sister."

I told him about trying to get Penelope involved in Leela's using. Leela's means were to get her to participate so she won't tell on us, mine were to make her see her sister needs help and I wasn't a good enough person to try and be that help. But they didn't have a great relationship and Penelope didn't like me much, so my first attempt to try failed.

But Leela needed to get better.

Two weeks later I was trying to get both of us into lacrosse. Firts I had to fix my problem, Owen, then Leela's, which was harder and required some help.

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3.

I decided to post the first 3 together for now:)

Penelope

"How long do you think you'll be here tonight?" I asked Owen, hoping he'd be my ticket out of this stupid party.

He looked hot. Blue button up shirt, brown pants, muscles showing through, curly brown hair, stubble. And those blue eyes.

"Not sure, why?" He looked at me and smiled. "Where'd you leave your hair?" He was sweet, giggly, and I blushed, I was hoping he'd say he liked it.

"Got it cut this weekend." I answered and sat down at on a chair, unlike Isa, who was doing her homework on the floor. "I'm just supposed to be at Brooke Donovan's birthday party, and really don't want to go." I switched back to the main subject, knowing he knew Brooke well.

"Didn't know you were friends." Owen replied.

"We're not, that's why I'm hiding from her." I rolled my eyes and laughed, why'd I not want to be at a friend's birthday?

"Then why are you expected there?"

"Pen's sister is Brooke's best friend, and she wants Pen to be cool or whatever, so she makes her hang with them but she doesn't like it. She's scared of Brooke." Isa explained to him.

"What's so scary about Brooke?"

"Thought you knew her." Isa giggled and Owen looked confused. "Well, for one, she's basically the mean girl of Townsend, and I mean THE mean girl. She doesn't do anything though, she doesn't even say anything, she is just somehow the top girl and everyone sucks up to her. And if she thinks you're weird, you're never gonna be cool or even liked." Isa went on and on about Brooke.

"She isn't the top girl because she's mean, just pretty." I said, it was the truth. Yes, she was mean, but that's not why people adored her.

"Doesn't mean she can't be mean as well." She rolled her eyes and looked at Owen again, who was still listening hard, even though he usually didn't care about our gossips. "She sneaks out at night with her friends and they do witch stuff in the forest. That's what Pen is scared of."

"What witch stuff you idiot? Drugs, that's what they do, not witch stuff." I kicked her leg laughing.

"Good job Pen, Mr.McField will need to report them now. He knows witch stuff means drugs, but you're not supposed to say it." She sat up and we both looked at Owen to see what he'd react.

"What type of drugs?" He raised an eyebrow.

He looked concerned and as if he was thinking hard, trying to decide what's the best way to go about this.

He still looked really handsome and I kind of forgot about getting my sister in trouble just a second ago.

"How would we know, we're not that cool." Isa laughed and went closer to Owen. "Weed I think, nothing hardcore."

That was a lie. For sure, but I understood Isa was trying to convince him not to report them.

"If you want to report something, it should be that Brooke is rumored to be having sex with someone from the staff." I said out of pure jealousy, I knew about Owen and Brooke being close from lacrosse, and I wanted him to think I'm a better person than she is. Gossiping isn't as bad as sleeping with your teachers.

"Where'd you hear that?" Owen seemed even more weirded out now, also a little mad. Maybe he really did hate gossip. Or thought too much of Brooke.

"Just a rumor." Isa murmured. "Let's just forget about all this, Brooke isn't even in our year, you don't teach her and we don't hang with her." She tried to fix what we started, and I should have been more of a help than a burden.

Owen said he'd try and find out what was going on, both with the teacher and with the drugs, so we just went back to doing our thing. Isa left not soon after that, and I was glad to be left alone with Owen, I wanted to get to know him better, just didn't know how to.

"Have you ever tried drugs?" I asked him, immediately regretting my choice of topics, why couldn't I just let the subject go without causing trouble?

"Yes, I was a bit of a troubled youth." He smiled. "You?"

"Just alcohol but not even enough to get drunk." I shrugged, a little embarrassed to admit.

"You're what, 16?" He asked and I was surprised he didn't already know, he must have seen my date of birth a dozen of times.

"17."

"Well, you've got time to party." He smiled.

I wasn't a party girl, so I frankly didn't care much.

"Not if I end up working in a boarding school. Or doing anything remote like that." I wanted to know why he was here, what was his story.

Most of our teachers were divorced or old, the younger ones commuted, they wanted to live a life and not just be locked up here, understandably.

"That's a good thing for some." He nodded. "Partly why I'm here. Keeps me away from trouble."

Trouble? So mysterious. I couldn't imagine him doing anything bad, especially not hurting people. Well, he wouldn't be allowed a job as a teacher if he had done so.

"I want to be a writer." I said it without waiting for him to ask, I knew that was the way to have a conversation with him. "Live somewhere remote and just write. Maybe in a cabin at the edge of a forest. But I don't think I will get to."

"Why wouldn't you?"

"I just have a feeling I will die young." I said what I hadn't dared to say out loud to anyone else.

Owen was easy to talk too. Sometimes too easy.

"What do you mean?" He looked concerned.

"I don't know, I just know I will most likely die young. And if I don't, I'll have the chance to write weird stuff like that for people to shiver."

"Yes that's definitely a good way to scare someone. Scared me." His attention was all on me, not being distracted by the papers and computer, not only listening to half my sentences.

"Didn't mean to."

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2.

Owen

"Don't you ever go home for the weekend?" She asked me.

"Not much to go home to." I shrugged. "What about you?" I knew some things about her background, somewhat troubling to be honest.

Child of immigrants, swedish mother and italian father. Never actually asked if she spoke either of those languages, that would be admitting I looked at her profile. Her father is in real estate and I don't mean renting out one or two apartments, more like the entire country. Her mother went missing four years ago, when Brooke was admitted to Townsend. Hasn't been found yet, but her father was the main suspect.

"Same." She replied, surprisingly calm while thinking about her family. "You do know every girl up there is daydreaming about you, right?" Not sure where this question came from, but I figured she wanted to change subjects. "Wishing they were in here with you, door closed."

I had a... charming reputation at Townsend. I was among the younger teachers, 34, athletic, well groomed, and I think most importantly down to chat with anyone, unofficial most of the time.

And yes some of these girls took that as a sign or flirting, but I knew how to play it down. I've always been popular with women and Townsend being a girls only boarding school, I figured I shouldn't take any of these crushes seriously, they didn't have many options. If anything, I just found them sweet, although my female colleagues enjoyed teasing me about them.

It was only Brooke that fucked up my head, just something about her made me lose my mind and only go after my heart, or more truly my dick.

"Not as fun as one would imagine, hmm?" I looked at my phone nervously, not knowing what I should say to her, what she needed to hear.

I fucked up. I did, and it was unforgivable. I used her.

"I'd like to apologize for our last interaction." I got straight to the point.

She was looking at me with puppy eyes, sitting on that bed, her legs pulled up underneath her, vulnerable. A sweet smile appeared on her face and she didn't look awkward or nervous at all. How?

"No need to be so official." She murmured but I wanted to be professional, as much as I could be after an incident like that.

"Let's just talk, okay?" I sighed and put my hands on my knees, trying to find the right words. "Letting you do that was not only unprofessional and unethical of me but a form of abuse as well. I wasn't thinking clearly and that's no excuse, so I take full responsibility and hope we can find a good solution to the problem."

"What problem?" She moved a little bit, starting to look awkward.

"The fact that we had a sexual interaction when our relationship doesn't reach above a professional level, and our statuses here do not allow us to be equal." I let it all out, maybe a bit too strictly.

She looked... I'm not sure. Mad, upset, surprised?

"I'm sure you can find a solution then, sir." She stood up fast, heading for the door quickly. "If you're so fucking up there, status-wise." She stormed out and slammed the door behind her.

I stayed sitting there for a few minutes, trying to sort my thoughts. That was definitely not the best way to break it to her, too strict, a teacher-like way to explain my side. And I couldn't even listen to hers.

I understood where she was coming from with that reaction, I myself act that way sometimes, but it's not the way to solve problems. We needed to communicate, but I didn't want to step over any more boundaries. So I didn't go after her, didn't try to explain, didn't apologize, and didn't listen to her side of the story.

I didn't see her the next few days, we passed each other in the hall once or twice, but she never said hi, never made eye contact. And that was alright, probably what we needed, but it'd have been better to first talk and then cut contact. Especially if she was going to be playing lacrosse on my team next season.

I tried to keep my distance from her. Normally I asked for the positions close to her, supervised her year, her dorm, trying to see her and get to know her, but now I made a conscious effort to keep away, I shouldn't be making her see me and feel awkward.

And after a while, it just became the new norm, I got to know new students better, like Penelope and Isabella, befriended the teachers of  younger years, and didn't think about her much anymore, didn't get tense when seeing her around.

Finally I stopped wondering what she was doing, who she was with, what she enjoyed and what she hated, and maybe most importantly, what she thought of me.

Then came the end of January, almost 4 months after the last time we had a real conversation, and she was turning 18. I knew about her birthday, but somehow managed to forget about it up until I saw her friends carrying a cake they ordered to the school.

I wanted to congratulate her, maybe this could be like a white flag, saying I don't want any tension, especially with lacrosse season coming around.

I found some time between dinner and her birthday celebration to catch her in the hallway, she looked a bit surprised.

"Hello there." I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Mr. McField." She nodded and wanted to keep walking. It was weird hearing her call me by my last name.

"Can I walk with you?"

"Why?" She stopped, looking a little pissed off.

"Just wanted to see how you were doing."

"I'm legal now, if that's what you want." She shrugged, looking like she wanted to murder me.

"Come on, you can't possibly think that." I shook my head, starting to see her emotions didn't calm down over the months. "Just wanted to reconnect a little."

"Well I hope you got a good fucking connection." She flipped me off and walked away.

"Happy birthday." I yelled after her and looked around to make sure no one saw this little talk, they'd probably question what had just happened.

She was an emotional person, with a quick temperament. I understood her, yeah, but didn't know weather I should do something about it or not. We didn't need to be friends, at least I didn't. I wanted to, but didn't need to. And maybe it wasn't my job to know what she needed, but I honestly couldn't even guess at this point.

I walked away and stopped at my office to do some prep work for my classes, just needed something to get my mind off of her. Penelope and Isabella showed up not long after, they enjoyed hanging with me and I liked the company, this little group of us had been hanging out since November, when I took the two of them on a maths tournament.

"How long do you think you'll be here tonight?" Penelope asked me.

"Not sure, why?" I looked up at her, only noticing now how short her hair was. "Where'd you leave your hair?" I smiled and looked back at the papers on my desk.

"Got it cut this weekend." She answered. "I'm just supposed to be at Brooke Donovan's birthday party, and really don't want to go."

Brooke. Of course. She is everywhere in this fuckig school.

"Didn't know you were friends." I looked up at her again, she'd sat down by now.

"We're not, that's why I'm hiding from her." She laughed.

"Then why are you expected there?" I laughed too, what was up with these girls?

"Pen's sister is Brooke's best friend, and she wants Pen to be cool or whatever, so she makes her hang with them but she doesn't like it. She's scared of Brooke." Isabella filled me in, who was sitting on the floor for whatever reason.

"What's so scary about Brooke?"

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Brooke

I was trying to find stupid excuses to see Owen after classes, I just really liked him for some reason. I definitely had a crush on him. He was about 15 years older than me, and did not teach me anymore, just coached.

I looked sexy in my uniform, dark thighs, skirt, a little opened button up shirt and a loose tie, the perfect school girl outfit. I wore my favorite jewelry and did my hair nicely, also my makeup.

I'd go to his office sometimes, or to the gym when I knew he was there, but usually I just hung around in his office.

We always talked about things very openly, and I just that a lot. His personality didn't really know what boundaries or propriety were, I think he enjoyed making people uncomfortable or weirder out, and always talked freely, even when he shouldn't have. And I liked that, it was strange and controversial, but very interesting.

"So, have you ever slept with Miss Polinski? Or anyone from the staff? People say you two did." I chose an interesting subject. I wanted to know about his sex life.

"Ah, no." He shook his head laughing. "I guess she had a thing for me but, not me. She just isn't really my type."

"What's your type?" I was really hoping he'd say something like what I am.

"Alive." He joked and then gave me a "doesn't really matter" shrug. "I guess just women that are interesting and not always following the rules. And I prefer long hair. What about yours?"

I don't know if it was the adrenaline or my mind leaving me, but I placed my right hand on his knee fast, as if I was trying to kill a fly.

He looked down at my hand and didn't do anything, so I started moving it up to his thigh. I'd been dreaming about this moment for a while now.

"Brooke." He stopped my hand with his. "Come on, you know this is wrong." He didn't look me in the eye, he didn't care it was wrong.

"I do know, but I also know we both would like this. So why not?" He smiled a little and I decided to act fast, he could never resist me then.

I winked at him and got on my knees in between his legs, brushing my hands down his thighs and opening up my top so he could see my bralette.

"Fuck me." He touched his head nervously and looked at the door. "Fuck." He kept on swearing, and I kept on touching his legs. "That's good, yeah." He let go of his doubt when my hands reached his crotch.

"Do you mind?" I asked when touching his belt.

"We really shouldn't, luv." He kept on looking at the door, it didn't have a lock.

"It'd be my pleasure." I smiled and started opening up his pants, feeling his tension grow.

I loved it. And I loved his reaction to every movement of mine. It was all great, but I shouldn't get into too much detail.

"I'm sorry luv." He handed me a tissue after coming. "No need to swallow that, here." He gave me an empty mug.

I smiled at him and spit into the mug, handing it back to him, then cleaned up my face with the tissue.

He put his pants back on and smiled into the mug.

"Thank you." He just wouldn't stop smiling. "We should probably talk about this once we've both cooled down, hmm?" He asked.

He looked both happy and nervous at the same time.

"What do you mean?" I was confused. Why did we need to talk about this?

"As you can see, I'm not one to control myself around you, and as I'm seeing, neither are you. But that's no fault of yours. I'm the adult here." He got up as well. "But I don't want there to be any awkwardness between us, so I'd like to discuss this, another time."

"Alright." I nodded, but it was weird. "Should I go now?"

"Yes, but, Brooke." He smiled. "You were really fucking amazing. Thank you."

I left with a grin and headed straight to the restroom to fix myself up.

I saw Owen that evening in the cafeteria, having his dinner with the other teachers. He looked normal, but I could feel a little nervousness when we made eye contact. I went back to my room with my friends afterwards and didn't talk about my adventures to any of them.

Owen didn't teach me, but he was my lacrosse coach over spring time and supervised our study hall or dorm from time to time, so he still was kinda like a teacher.

We didn't talk again for about four days, I didn't go to see him and he didn't reach out to me, so I figured he didn't want to. Saturday evening he was the one on call for the dorms, which means he is just hanging around or sitting in the office, making us follow the rules, and in case of a rare emergency, he is there to help.

He was watching movies with some of the girls and I decided to join them, sitting down next to him.

"Hey." He smiled. "Everything alright luv?" He whispered to me.

"Uhum." I nodded and watched the film.

When the movie ended we moved to the living room with this group, deciding to play a boardgame. The awkwardness between Owen and I faded fast, we could both enjoy the game without our thoughts shifting. I tried flirting with him a little, it usually worked, he was a very flirty type, and not just with me. But it just wasn't happening tonight.

Midnight came and everyone was getting ready to go back to their rooms, but I decided to be the slowest one.

"Good night sir." I looked into the teacher's room before going up to my room.

"Sweet dreams, luv." He smiled. "It was nice to see you today."

"You too." I nodded. "How long are you going to stay up?"

"I'm sleeping here." He pointed at the bed behind him.

"I know, just wondering if we can hang, or chat."

"You know you have a curfew." He shook his head.

"Yeah midnight, but that's already passed."

"Just because I'm cool doesn't mean you need to break the rules." He smiled and put down his phone, swiping his hands up his thighs and standing up. "I should go around and do a check anyway."

I wondered if he ever thought of me, daydreamed about what had happened. I had, for sure.

"Alright then." I nodded sadly and turned around.

"Brooke." He said after I had left his room. "I'm sorry, we should really have a chat. I guess I'm just nervous."

I nodded with a smile and stepped back into the room.

"I'll go around for a check, just wait for me here." He said and closed the door behind me, so I decided to take a look around.

This room was shared by all the teachers, always here for the one on call, so he didn't have lots of personal things around. He left his phone though, so I took a look at his wallpaper. Nothing, just some dark abstract art. No notifications, nothing interesting. Sat down at the end of the bed, pulling my legs up, fixing my dress to not show off my ass.

We didn't wear our uniforms on the weekends, but I enjoyed wearing skirts on most days, I felt pretty in them and they were more comfortable than jeans.

"All good." Owen came back and looked at me, nervously smiling. "Chocolate?" He took a piece out of his backpack and handed it to me.

"Don't you ever go home for the weekend?" I asked him, I saw him around school on most weekends.

"Not much to go home to." He shrugged. "What about you?"

"Same." I smiled and he tilted his head, looking like he wanted to know more, but he didn't ask. "You do know every girl up there is daydreaming about you, right?" I switched subjects fast. "Wishing they were in here with you, door closed."

He looked behind him to see the closed door and I'm sure he wondered weather or not he should open it, this was against the protocol after all.

"Not as much fun as one would imagine, hmm?" He giggled and took a look at his phone, noting he didn't get any notifications. Just nervous.

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Mature content. I do not support teacher-student relationships in any way.