Teaching High School Girls Part 1

Jeff Ayers was a high school English teacher, and a good one. He always had students with good grades, because he was good at making them care about studying. Of course there was always a group that was the exception, and this year was no different. It was a group of three girls this semester, Hollie, Katie, and the leader of the group, April. They were the popular girls, but not because everyone liked them, because they were the sluttiest and hottest girls. They got their way because they used their sexiness as a weapon, but it wasn’t going to work with Jeff. He didn’t pass them just because they came and flirted with him after class, and he didn’t let them out of detention when they did things wrong.

Not that it was easy to resist. In class they would talk and flirt instead of paying attention, so they would flunk tests. When they couldn’t get their grades changed with their low cut shirts and short skirts, they started acting up in class more, which got them detention. Afterschool in detention they would try to flirt with him, egging each other on to show more cleavage to him, and hike their skirts up, but he ignored it, which enraged them. Eventually they started to take it personally, and started spreading rumors about him, but he was a popular teacher, so not many people believed him. Toward the end of the semester, they came to him, pissed off because they were flunking, and wouldn’t graduate unless he passed them. He refused, and they left enraged, screaming obscenities at him. He wondered what else he could do to help them grow up.

That Friday night, he was at home having a drink with dinner at his house, when there was a knock on the door. He looked out and saw it was Hollie, the ringleader of the group. He sighed, thinking “What the hell is this?” and opened the door. He wasn’t amused, but she seemed to be genuinely interested in just talking. She said, “Can I come in?”, and he reluctantly let her in. She was wearing her usual short skirt, but she wasn’t being as slutty as usual.

He was confused at first, and just stood there waiting for her to say what she wanted. She didn’t, as if she was waiting for him. “Well, aren’t you going to like, invite me in?” He was still skeptical, but said, “Yeah, ok.” As she walked past him, he looked around outside, but just saw her car parked in his driveway. He knew he would have to be careful, he was treading on thin ice having a student at his house alone like this. He closed the door and said, “So, Hollie, what can I do for you? If this is about your grade on the midterm, I told you girls already there’s nothing you can do to change that grade.” She kept walking casually into his kitchen, and leaned against the counter, then finally said, “No, it’s not about that, I just wanted to stop by and say hello.”

He didn’t trust that and said, “Hollie, you know students and teachers shouldn’t be seen like this outside school. Especially a young girl and a male teacher like us. If that’s all you wanted, you should really leave.” As he started toward the door to show her out, she said, “No, that’s not really it.” She sighed and said, “I just wanted to say…” she hesitated and he said, “Spit it out,” and she blurted out, “I’m sorry for the way that we’ve been treating you.”

He stopped and turned, trying to judge if she was sincere, and she seemed to be. He said, “Thank you Hollie, but that doesn’t change the damage you’ve done in my class. If you truly are sorry, you should start behaving and minding me in class, and try to get your two friends to do the same.”

He started to show her to the door again, but she said, “Ok Mr. Ayers. But before I go, can I at least have a drink?” He was starting to think he’d never get her out of his house, and how long it would be before one of his neighbors noticed his student’s car in his driveway. He went to the fridge and said, “I have coke and water.” She said, “Coke please,” and he handed her one.