McSlut
I. Sugar & Sweat

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he noticed her looking at him. He gave a subtle wink and nodded. She blushed a little and turned back to her work. She was cute, and he couldn’t help but stare at her more. She kept on glancing at him too. A small tap on his shoulders brought him out of his reverie and he turned to his side to see the principal, his boss standing over him, a permanent scowl on her face. He tried not to crack a grin at the ridiculous outfit she had on. She always were bright, obnoxious, ugly clothing. The teachers had a poll on how long it would be before she came in with a one-piece black suit, with multi-colored neon polka dots. He guessed, within the weeks and had five dollars on it.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Were are the grades I asked you for, Jones?” the old lady asked.

“Er…” Jones stumbled over his words, “I…uh…”

“Jones?” she said again.

Jones had done them, but he had left them at home. “I…uh…should be on your desk…by…uh…after lunch…sorry for the inconvenience, Principal Hawkins.”

“Good,” she said, and turned on her heals, walking off.

Hawkins scared Jones. He fumbled with his sandwich for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. He checked his watch. He still had an hour of his lunch break left. He could drive home and get the grades, come back and still have plenty of time to spare. He was just about to stand up to carry out his plan when he heard a small voice next to him. He turned his head to see who it was. It was the young girl he had been staring at earlier.

“Natalie,” he said softly, giving her a wry smile.

“Mr. Jones,” she said blushing.

“Can I do something for you?” he asked, almost suggestively.

“I kind of need to talk to you,” she said, gaining confidence.

“Oh,” Jones said, “I was just leaving to get something from my house, if you wanted to talk in my car, I’m sure Principal Hawkins wouldn’t mind.” He gave another wry smile.

“Well,” she looked back at the empty table she had been sitting at, “okay."

Jones got in the car and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as Natalie buckled in. He had a small silver Mercedes from 2004 that he loved. It had a sleek leather trim and a wonderful stereo system, which included an iPod adapter. He kept it clean by fruitlessly cleaning it every Sunday afternoon after church. When Natalie was buckled in he turned the key and listened to the wonderful hum of the engine and turned off the parking brake. He switched into reverse and backed out of his parking spot.

“What was it you wanted to talk about?” Jones asked, something twitching down below.

“I… I need to gather my thoughts,” Natalie muttered.

“Just let me know when your ready to talk,” Jones said and continued to drive, sneaking peaks at her whenever he could. He touched the stereo and said, “you mind?” She shook on her head and Jones turned on the stereo, a jazz CD started playing. There was something romantic about it, and Jones smiled slightly. They traveled in silence. Soon, Jones arrived at his house and parked his car outside. He turned off the stereo and slipped the key into his pocket.

He turned to Natalie and they stared at each other for a few moments. “You’re a senior, right?” he said, knowing he was about to break almost a million school rules.

“Yeah, I’m eighteen, how old are you?” she asked, almost grinning.

“Twenty-four.”

Thirty minutes later Jones emerged from his car sweating as he buttoned up his shirt and walked towards his house to get the grades. Him and Natalie had had a nice “talk”.

where were u at lunch, 2day?, Natalie’s friend, Sara, scribbled in her notebook nearing the end of their last class of the day, History. Natalie glanced up at Mr. Jones and he caught her eye. They shared a subtle smile. She turned to her notebook and scribbled back.

talking 2 mr. j. IN HIS CAR, she wrote back and looked up at Sara. She raised an eyebrow, clearing not understanding what she meant by talking. Natalie smirked slightly and added, will tell you l8r, i’m trying 2 listen. Sara looked confused and picked up Natalie’s pen and began furiously scribbling in Natalie’s margin, Natalie ignored her, looking up at Mr. Jones.

since when do u listen in class?? greeted her when she looked down at her notebook. She rolled her eyes and closed her notebook. She set her elbow on the desk and let her hand support her chin. She stared at Mr. Jones, remembering the events that had passed just two hours before this. She grinned just at the thought, and wondered, was it just this once, or did they get to go at again, did they get to do it again? She wasn’t sure what she wanted.

“Spill it, Neil,” the young man said to Jones as he sat in the staff room pouring over the boring papers his students had just turned in.

Jones looked up and raised an eyebrow, “what, Rob?”

“What did that bitch, Hawkins want this time?” Rob asked.

“Oh, that,” Neil chuckled, “just the grades for last weeks papers.”

“So why did you have to bring your student along for the ride?” Rob asked, “did you need help finding those grades?” The last part was said, dripping with sarcasm.

Rob was the kind of guy that looked like he just had to be fun. He had bright red, curly hair, and green eyes. He had a hint of an Irish accent and always seemed to know just when to turn on the charm, especially with the lady teachers, whom he seemed to be very popular with. Part of Neil wanted to not tell Rob, but Neil knew that wasn’t an option. What good would Rob do as a best friend, otherwise?

“Well…” Neil said, and then he recounted the entire story to Rob.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

The blonde girl’s mouth hung open as Natalie finished recounting her story. Natalie grinned, “yes way.”

“Was he good?” Sara asked.

“Oh, he’s the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Natalie said.

To the teachers (well, most of them) she looked like a shy innocent being, but she was far from it. Some of the more jealous people in the school would go as far as to call her a slut. She wasn’t a slut, per say, but, it wasn’t her fault if men took advantage of her, right? What was she but a helpless little girl, who happened to be extremely hot.

“The best?” Sara said.

“Hell yeah,” Natalie said, “better than Harry by a long shot.” Harry was her current boyfriend.

“Speaking of Harry, we’re not telling him, right?” Sara said.

“No, of course not, I said Mr. J was better than him,” Natalie began, “but he’s still hella good. And besides, his friends are pretty hot too.” She winked slightly, grinning.

Sara slapped her friend playfully. In the distance, the too girls spotted guys heading towards them. “Looks like our rides are here,” Sara said. The two girls each took a hand of one of the boys, and Natalie gave her boy a kiss on the lips. They walked towards the parking lot, and, for the second time today, Natalie got into someone else’s car.

That was when she remembered, she never did get to talk to Mr. J about that grade. She had been thinking of an excuse when… Well when her lunch period finally got fun.