laminate table. She stopped and looked Kaya in the eye, disapproval marring her features. “These late hours are going to kill you.”
Kaya slipped off her jacket and washed her hands at the kitchen sink, gazing out into the darkness beyond the window. “Choices are limited with day classes.”
The microwave dinged and the smell of garlic and tomato sauce drifted through the kitchen. Kaya’s stomach rumbled. She rarely ate on her work shifts and never touched the donuts or other fattening baked goods they sold. Her crazy schedule was doing a number on the healthy lifestyle she wanted for herself.
She sat and ate what Cynthia served. Pasta tubes with homemade vegetarian sauce.
“So. Did you find Mr. Taylor yesterday?” Cynthia sat across from her with her elbows on the table and hands propping up her chin. Kaya hated to have an audience when she ate, but her friend found it the best time for conversation.
“Kind of.”
“What’s that look? And what does ‘kind of’ mean?”
“I went to his office and we had a little talk.”
Her hands dropped and she sat up straighter. “You talked with him? Not about your attraction. Please, not that.”
Kaya desperately wanted to tell her friend about the kiss. The kiss that surpassed all kisses. The excitement of the act bubbled up inside her, begging to be released, but she thought better and kept her mouth shut.
“I just had some questions about teacher college.”
“So the only person you could ask was Mr. Taylor?” Cynthia shook her head like a disapproving mother hen.
“Hey, why not? Actually, he told me to meet him tomorrow at lunch. He’s going to, um, give me some information.”
“Really.”
“You’ll be okay without me for one day, won’t you?”
Cynthia studied her face, clearly not believing that nothing transpired between her and her teacher. But Kaya wasn’t about to offer the truth. Not yet.
****
“Move it, woman!” Cynthia waited in the foyer, tapping her foot to an impatient beat.
“Coming!” Kaya raced down the stairs, ready for school. She tried to slip by her friend to get outside, but she blocked her exit with an arm barring the doorway.
“What on earth?” Cynthia inspected Kaya’s outfit with slanted eyes and an open mouth.
“What?” Kaya usually went for blue jeans and sweaters. Not today. She wore a gray plaid skirt and a skin tight black shirt that plunged low in the front. With her makeup done to perfection and black heels on her feet, she looked the part. What part? Kaya cringed. She didn’t want to be labeled, but she did want to seduce her teacher. Mr. Taylor needed that final nudge to give in to his desires.
“You do know we’re going to school, right? Not the club.”
“Just leave me be.” Kaya ducked under Cynthia’s arm and carefully walked towards the driveway. She wasn't used to walking in heels, and she already felt like an idiot. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Is this for Mr. Taylor’s benefit?”
“Hey, I’m just living a little. Remember? I’m a new Kaya and I take what I want. By any means necessary.”
Cynthia raked her eyes up and down Kaya’s curves. “You’re not joking about ‘by any means’ are you? And I thought I knew you." They got in the car and pulled onto the street. "I feel sorry for Mr. Taylor.”
“Why?”
“Resisting a hot little number determined to seduce him into submission will be one hell of a challenge.”
“Let’s just hope he loses.”
“Ugh.”
****
Once in her economics class, Kaya noticed how most of the girls suddenly grew an aversion towards her. Whispers and hateful sneers came at her from every direction. The guys on the other hand were quite impressed with her choice of wardrobe.
Kaya found economics her most difficult of her four classes. She struggled to get through each day. By the time her period ended, her brain felt foggy and heavy. As she gathered her books, her realization that philosophy was her next class
Kaya slipped off her jacket and washed her hands at the kitchen sink, gazing out into the darkness beyond the window. “Choices are limited with day classes.”
The microwave dinged and the smell of garlic and tomato sauce drifted through the kitchen. Kaya’s stomach rumbled. She rarely ate on her work shifts and never touched the donuts or other fattening baked goods they sold. Her crazy schedule was doing a number on the healthy lifestyle she wanted for herself.
She sat and ate what Cynthia served. Pasta tubes with homemade vegetarian sauce.
“So. Did you find Mr. Taylor yesterday?” Cynthia sat across from her with her elbows on the table and hands propping up her chin. Kaya hated to have an audience when she ate, but her friend found it the best time for conversation.
“Kind of.”
“What’s that look? And what does ‘kind of’ mean?”
“I went to his office and we had a little talk.”
Her hands dropped and she sat up straighter. “You talked with him? Not about your attraction. Please, not that.”
Kaya desperately wanted to tell her friend about the kiss. The kiss that surpassed all kisses. The excitement of the act bubbled up inside her, begging to be released, but she thought better and kept her mouth shut.
“I just had some questions about teacher college.”
“So the only person you could ask was Mr. Taylor?” Cynthia shook her head like a disapproving mother hen.
“Hey, why not? Actually, he told me to meet him tomorrow at lunch. He’s going to, um, give me some information.”
“Really.”
“You’ll be okay without me for one day, won’t you?”
Cynthia studied her face, clearly not believing that nothing transpired between her and her teacher. But Kaya wasn’t about to offer the truth. Not yet.
****
“Move it, woman!” Cynthia waited in the foyer, tapping her foot to an impatient beat.
“Coming!” Kaya raced down the stairs, ready for school. She tried to slip by her friend to get outside, but she blocked her exit with an arm barring the doorway.
“What on earth?” Cynthia inspected Kaya’s outfit with slanted eyes and an open mouth.
“What?” Kaya usually went for blue jeans and sweaters. Not today. She wore a gray plaid skirt and a skin tight black shirt that plunged low in the front. With her makeup done to perfection and black heels on her feet, she looked the part. What part? Kaya cringed. She didn’t want to be labeled, but she did want to seduce her teacher. Mr. Taylor needed that final nudge to give in to his desires.
“You do know we’re going to school, right? Not the club.”
“Just leave me be.” Kaya ducked under Cynthia’s arm and carefully walked towards the driveway. She wasn't used to walking in heels, and she already felt like an idiot. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Is this for Mr. Taylor’s benefit?”
“Hey, I’m just living a little. Remember? I’m a new Kaya and I take what I want. By any means necessary.”
Cynthia raked her eyes up and down Kaya’s curves. “You’re not joking about ‘by any means’ are you? And I thought I knew you." They got in the car and pulled onto the street. "I feel sorry for Mr. Taylor.”
“Why?”
“Resisting a hot little number determined to seduce him into submission will be one hell of a challenge.”
“Let’s just hope he loses.”
“Ugh.”
****
Once in her economics class, Kaya noticed how most of the girls suddenly grew an aversion towards her. Whispers and hateful sneers came at her from every direction. The guys on the other hand were quite impressed with her choice of wardrobe.
Kaya found economics her most difficult of her four classes. She struggled to get through each day. By the time her period ended, her brain felt foggy and heavy. As she gathered her books, her realization that philosophy was her next class
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