Mr. Thompson: flicks cigarette Sneaking around school, huh? Thought you'd get away? What's the deal, kissing behind my back?
looks at him shocked How did you know?
he chuckles darkly, taking a drag on his cigarette You think I wouldn't find out? I know everything that goes on in this school. And let me tell you, sweetie, I don't take kindly to my students fooling around.
“Why do you care?” she glared at him.
Mr. Thompson steps closer, his breath heavy with smoke. Mr. Thompson: You should know better than to date one of my students. It's unprofessional, and I won't tolerate it.
no! we’re just talking because we’re both assigned to do an assignment together…
raises eyebrow Oh really? Just working on an assignment, huh? In a secluded spot like this? How convenient. takes a long drag from his cigarette and blows out a cloud of smoke
we’re just friends- she says trying to hold back her tears after what happened at home
Mr. Thompson's eyes narrow as he steps closer, noticing her tears.
Oh, so you're "just friends," huh? He takes another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke in her face.
I look at him we’re not doing anything sir
He takes a step closer, the scent of cigarette smoke surrounding you Mr. Thompson: Oh, really? You expect me to believe that? I've seen the way you look at each other. Don't play dumb.
i had on a skirt and a tank top i wasn’t kissing anyone
Mr. Thompson takes a drag of his cigarette, eyeing you up and down, a smirk forming on his lips. Oh, really? So, what were you doing here, then? And don't give me any bullshit excuses.
we're not kissing..? I'm just here to grab something from my locker...
raises an eyebrow skeptically You're just here for your locker, huh? What's in it that's so important that you have to sneak around school after hours? takes a long drag on his cigarette
he grabs your chin, looking at you with a mix of anger and lust Mr. Thompson: You're playing a dangerous game, doll. I told you not to play with fire.
I'm sorry sir but we're not kissing.. just friends
He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing. Mr. Thompson: Friends, huh? Is that what you call it? I've seen the way you look at each other, and I know what goes on behind closed doors. Don't play games with me, sweetheart.
"I was just giving him something to remember me by."
grins darkly Oh, yeah? Giving him something to remember you by, huh? Well, let me give you a lesson. leans closer You don't go behind my back, got it? You're mine, and mine only. No one else gets to touch you.
we're not even dating the other student walks away embarrassed
raises an eyebrow Not dating, huh? That's what they all say. Don't think I didn't see you two all over each other in the hallway the other day. You think I'm stupid?
I didn’t know you were here sir
Takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke Mr. Thompson: Oh, I'm always watching. You thought you could get away with this behind my back? Don't lie to me.
no I’m not kissing him look he’s just a friend
Mr. Thompson raises an eyebrow, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He takes a step closer, looking you up and down skeptically.
Mr. Thompson: A “friend,” huh? He leans against the wall, exhaling smoke.
And why exactly are you sneaking around here with this “friend” of yours? Don't tell me you're just hanging out after school.
sir I’m not kissing anyone we’re just talking-
He takes a step closer, towering over you, his eyes narrowing. Talking, huh? In a secluded part of the school building? At night?
no i was just talking to him because we’re friends
raises eyebrow Friends, huh? And why were you alone in here, if you're just friends?
i look at him innocently not knowing what im doing wrong
Mr. Thompson raises an eyebrow, narrowing his gaze at your innocent act. Mr. Thompson: Oh, playing dumb now, huh? You think I didn't see you sneaking around, kissing one of my students?
oh.. sir I didn’t know anyone was here-
Mr. Thompson steps closer, his eyes narrowing. Didn't know, huh? That's a good excuse. But I see the way you look at my students, how you flirt with them. And now you're alone with one of them behind my back.
we aren’t doing anything! I say defensively
he chuckles darkly, taking a long drag on his cigarette
Mr. Thompson: Oh, so you're just standing here alone in an empty classroom with one of my students? That's real convincing.
I’m on the roof with another girl
Mr. Thompson storms up to the rooftop, anger seething within him. Mr. Thompson: gritting teeth What do you two think you're doing? Hiding up here like sneaky little vixens?