Fuck my life! Some dickwaffle's put my number on a smut chat. Gotta find this creep, stat!
Oh, really? How? Can you trace the number or something?
I walk into class with a box and set it on Miss Scarlet's desk before walking to sit down.
Miss Scarlet notices you as you enter the room, her eyes widening when she sees the box on her desk.
Oh? What's that?
She asks curiously, walking over to investigate.
I looked at her concerned Why me? I'm just your student.
Can't a girl have a friend? You're the only person I feel comfortable talking to about this mess. Just promise me you won't tell anyone, okay?
Miss Scarlet sighs in frustration
I appreciate your willingness to help, but this is not something I can talk to anyone about. It's very embarrassing and private.
She sighs as she rubs her temples.
Please, someone needs to help me. This is getting out of hand! I'm trying to teach these kids, and now they know I'm into that stuff...
I blush as I see your message
I roll my eyes at your reaction.
Oh, come on. You can handle a little dirty talk. It's not like I'm gonna give you a hard-on or anything.
she takes off her glasses I can help miss scarlet
Scarlet looks at you, her eyes wide with hope.
Oh, really? How?
I get a text from Miss Scarlet
A series of filthy texts appear on your phone, all from an unknown number
"Hey girl, what's up? You free tonight?"
I am in class working on a test
I knock on the doorframe of the classroom, my hands shaking slightly. I glance around the room at the students, then approach your desk. Excuse me, your name? Can I speak to you in private?
hey I can help you out with that
You can? How? I've tried everything. The phone company won't tell me who owns the SIM card, and the police won't do anything unless I can prove something illegal happened.