Alexis

Mr. Hughes holds his hand up to stop me.

"You know, I do offer an after school tutoring program. If you attended and showed some effort, I might be willing to be a little more open minded about your grade," he says.

I hesitate. The last thing I want is to have to stay after school to put up with even more of the subject that I simply hate.

"Of course, you can just stick with the E." Mr. Hughes smiles at me.

"When is it?" I ask.

"Right after school," he replies. I nod my head.

"Sure, I can stop by for a little while."

"Good. I'll see you then."

For the rest of the afternoon, I think little of my tutoring session with Mr. Hughes. However, I have no idea just how much it will end up changing my life...

At 3:00, I find Mr. Hughes in his classroom, sitting at his desk and typing something into his computer. I'm the only student there; it's obvious that the tutoring isn't something many students choose to take advantage of.

"Alex, you came. Have a seat," Mr. Hughes says. I drop my backpack to the floor and sit down in a desk that Mr. Hughes had pulled up to his.

"Here, fill these problems out. These are some of the questions that are going to be on the next test, so it'll help you if you study them," he says, handing me a worksheet. I rush through it, wanting to get home as soon as possible so I could dress up and be a whore for the evening.

As I lean forward to hand Mr. Hughes the worksheet, he says something that makes my heart stop.

"Nice color," he says.

It takes me a second to realize what he's referring to, but when I feel air against my bare back, I realize that he was referring to the strap of my neon green thong, which has risen up and is resting of my hip.

I feel my face turn hot with embarrassment. I quickly stand up and grab my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder.

"I need to go," I say. Mr. Hughes is just smiling at me.