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Her name is Cay and this story is about her.

She’d been a student in my class for three months before I ever heard her voice. I blame myself for not noticing her earlier. At the time I was drained of spirit, uninspired to teach thirty little high school brats that were more interested in their follower count than their GPA. Even in a boarding school as prestigious as Marra High, the kids didn’t appreciate what they had. I was putting up with 17 year olds trying to look up my skirt and making derogatory gestures behind my back. Not even half way into the year I was considering quitting when Cayla Draxler turned in an assignment late. I can’t tell you why this changed everything, but it did. The way she walked into my classroom the day after her assignment was due, eyes down and hair cascading over her green eyes. She stared at the assignment in her hand as though it was the key to her fate.

In some ways it was.

“What’s this?” I asked as she laid the two page homework onto my desk while I sat at it. The rest of the students filed into their seats slowly, talking amongst one another before I started the class.

“Yesterday’s homework,” she said softly, eyes still glued to the paper.

“What is yesterday’s homework doing on my desk, today?” I admit, I was not very cordial with her; I wasn’t with any of my students. I would teach them all I could but it didn’t mean I had to like any of them. It was probably why she was so nervous to speak to me.

“I-” She stuttered, “I was hoping I could turn it in now.”

“Here’s hoping. I do not accept late work.” She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. I watched her curiously, trying to remember her name but failing. This was about the time that she’d make up an excuse as to why she was an exception to my rule.

“I’m sorry. Of course,” She said hastily while reaching to retrieve the dated homework she had tried to leave in my care. I was surprised by her quick submission and decided to give her a break.

“Wait,” I told her. “Stay after class and we can discuss some extra credit.” Her eyes flickered up to mine and I was immediately pinned by two glowing orbs of forest green for a moment. Just a moment. Then she nodded and retreated to a seat at the back of the class. I wondered to myself who this girl was and how I had never noticed her before. The name on my seating chart read Cayla Draxler but I had no memory of ever seeing her in class before. As I spent an hour at the front of the class teaching I noticed she was the only one with her head down, nose to her notes. Ducked behind the overweight Eddie Heath, it was easy to overlook her. She did not raise her hand when I asked questions and she never spoke to another student. During the last fifteen minutes of class I reviewed my grade scores only to find that Cayla consistently held an A in my class. Her first bad grade had been logged in yesterday, when she missed an assignment. I watched her from my seat at my desk feeling mistaken by my first opinion of her. The focus she put into her work was impressive. Something told me she didn’t often allow herself to relax.

When the bell rang and I dismissed my students Cayla remained seated. I waited for everyone to file out of the room before I stood from my desk and approached the row she was in.

“It’s Cayla, right?” Again she opened her mouth as though there was something muğla escort she wanted to tell me, but something held her back. This behavior of hers annoyed me because I couldn’t predict what she was trying to say.

“Yes,” She answered simply.

I was unconvinced so I pressed on. “Is there something else you go by?”

“Cay, ma’am.” Cay. Somehow even prettier when shortened. And the use of ma’am in her answer sparked something in me. I felt more in control then.

“Cay,” I repeated. Her eyes grazed mine for a moment at the acknowledgement. I think she liked hearing me say it properly. I hope she did. “Why did you turn your assignment in late?” She didn’t reply to my question, though I’m sure she had an answer. She just continued to stare forward as if waiting for something. A scolding? “I ask because it’s very unlike you.” I knew I sounded like a phony then. An hour ago I didn’t know the girl’s name and now I was telling her what she was and was not like. “You’ve never missed a deadline.”

“I’m sorry. I will try harder next time.” Her response felt rehearsed, almost forced. I didn’t like the look it left on her face.

“You don’t need to be sorry. You’re doing very well in my class,” I said, letting up on my usual cold exterior. This girl needed to lighten up a bit. But my words hardly affected her.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Cay gave no follow up after, leaving me at a loss for words. I had never met a student as quiet as her. While I waited for her to gain her voice she seemed perfectly content with just sitting there, listening to whatever I told her next.

“Are you sure you want extra credit? The homework assignment was a minor one, missing it will have no effect on your grade.”

“Oh yes, ma’am. I’d like to make up the work I missed.” Fair enough. I couldn’t scrutinize her for wanting to do her best.

“Very well.” I retreated to my desk to find an assignment on “The Count of Monte Cristo” for her to focus on for the night. “Here you go,” I said as I sat down at my desk and pushed the paper towards her. Very quietly she stood and stepped towards my direction. Her uniform black skirt and white button up seemed chosen specifically with her in mind, though it might have been my blossoming curiosity that allowed me to notice her figure. Her youth provided her with a flat belly and perfect curves. She grabbed the paper and thanked me once again before turning to leave. Had it not been for the twirl of her skirt or my wandering eyes I would have never noticed her simple white panties or the purple bruises blotched over each perfect butt cheek.

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My name is Eden Vega. I’m Twenty-seven years old and I teach High School English to Seniors. I live by myself in a three bedroom house. I was once engaged to a woman, but it didn’t work out. I’ve known I liked women since I was in college though it’s not something you can tell just by looking at me. Because of my curves I’m not considered skinny but I’m far from what you would call fat. Most of my male coworkers have already asked me out; I tend to avoid the other teachers at work. They’re nothing like me. I’m aware that I’m considered attractive because of the harassment I get from men. To be honest my looks are probably responsible for my distaste for the opposite sex. Men are pigs.

But not Cayla Draxler. ordu escort She was different. I didn’t realize how different until I started to pay attention.

The bruises under her skirt stayed on my mind for days. I’m not sure why I didn’t tell our principal. I realize it was wrong of me, but I think part of me wanted to be the one to help her. Every day after that event was the same. Cay would come into my class, take notes on the lecture, and leave without saying a word. All her assignments were turned in on time and she never asked any questions. Her distance left me feeling anxious, hoping for a way to connect with her again. I tried calling her parents to get in contact with them but all attempts went to voicemails that they would never return. After a week I was desperate. I did something I shouldn’t have done, but don’t regret.

I followed her home.

I saw Cayla walking home on my way out to my car one evening after school. It had to have been 5:30 pm, over three hours since school had ended. Had she been wandering campus until the very last minute? She crossed the street into a neighborhood as I got into my car and followed after. I don’t remember ever thinking about it, but I remember how nervous I was as I pulled up beside her.

“Cayla,” I called out the window to grab her attention. She looked at me with wide eyes, nearly scared to hear her own name. “Do you need a ride home?”

“N-no. Thank you Ms. Vega,” she said in a soft tone. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel. I couldn’t let her manners shun me away now.

“Nonsense. It’s getting dark out. I’d feel better knowing you were somewhere safe.”

“I live just on the next block, it’s really no-“

“Get in the car, Cay.” I said with a firm voice I forgot myself to possess. Cay must have forgotten it too because she instantly submitted to my command and opened my passenger side door. When she was seated I continued driving, throwing a smile at the girl who was still visibly shaken. “I’m happy to give you a ride,” I assured her. “It’ll give me a chance to meet your parents.”

“They aren’t home,” Cayla shot back quickly. I turned to see her expression but she stared out the passenger window diligently, hiding herself.

“Ah. That’s a shame. I would have liked to tell them what a great student you are. What time will they be home?”

“My house is just ahead. The one with the red truck out front,” She said. This girl was smart; too smart. Whatever it was she was hiding, she had been doing it for some time now. As I parked my car along the curb of the house Cay quickly unbuckled herself and stepped out. “Thank you for the ride Ms. Vega. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“Hold on, I’ll walk you to your door.” I said as I jumped out of the car as quick as I could. She was definitely hiding something and I couldn’t allow myself to let it go. Cay seemed disheartened when she saw me catching up to her, unable to find an excuse that would keep me away. Her face paled and she grew very stiff as we walked to the front door together. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she pulled a key from a small pocket in her backpack and began to open the door. She moved slowly now, dragging out the moments before she was inside. When the door opened I heard a television blaring from another room.

“Thank you so osmaniye escort much for the ride Ms. Vega,” Cay repeated in a low voice.

“Is that you?” A male voice called out from inside the house.

“Is that your father? I’d very much like to meet him,” I said politely. Cay turned to look in the house but said nothing.

“Cay? Are you home?” The man asked. I watched her and wondered why she chose not to respond. “Answer me!” the man yelled in an aggravated tone.

“Yes, sir.” Cay said with a jump.

“Get the hell upstairs right n-” A large man stepped into the room. When he spotted me he stopped talking. I noted how his voice immediately changed there after.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize we had company. Who are you?”

“My name’s Eden Vega, I’m Cay’s teacher. Are you her father?” I asked, trying to keep my composure.

“Jacob, and yes I am. Is there something wrong?”

“No, no. Quite the opposite. Your daughter is doing phenomenally in school. I’m quite impressed by her work ethic and wanted to-“

“So she’s not in trouble?” He asked as he peered down at his daughter who had not moved an inch further into her house.

“No. Are you surprised?”

“I’m a little thrown off by a teacher that visits her students at home,” he combated. “Go upstairs, Cayla.”

“I was just dropping her off. I thought you might like to know she’s-“

“Maybe next time you could call then. Cayla, go upstairs,” he repeated to his daughter who was frozen in place. Even I could not help but stare at the girl who watched her father like he was the boogey man. She carefully took one step backwards before bolting out the door past me. Her father seemed to have expected the move because he reached out to try and swipe her by the arm, but missed. “Goddammit!” he hissed. “The damn kid’s always running away. Ever since she turned 18 she thinks she’s too good for her family. Stays out all hours of the night, comes home when she feels like it. Fuck it, I’m sick of this shit.”

“You’re not going to go after her?” I asked in shock.

“Listen bitch, I don’t need you coming here and judging us. You have kids?”

“No.”

“Then you don’t know shit about family. She’ll come back. She aint got nowhere else to go.”

“Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Draxler.” I finally said, nearly rolling my eyes as I turned to get back into my car. What a family. It was no wonder Cayla was a ball of nerves. With a father like that, I’d of ran away ages ago. I wondered to myself where she went if her father claimed she had nowhere else. It didn’t seem like she made any friends at school. She was a loner if I ever did see one. I decided to cruise around the neighborhood for a while in hopes of spotting her. It took less than ten minutes to find her at the neighborhood park. She sat on a bench, hugging her backpack alone. After parking my car I approached with caution.

“Cay?” I called to her trying not to startle her into another run. “Are you okay?”

“I’m so sorry, Ms. Vega. I shouldn’t have lied but I didn’t want you to meet him.” Cay looked at me with those dark green eyes and I melted. She was frightened and hurting. I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed her and held her tightly with my arms wrapped around her.

“Shhh,” I cooed as I ran one hand through her hair. “You don’t have to apologize. Do you have somewhere to go?”

“No,” she answered in a shaky voice. She had started to cry in my arms.

“Will you come home with me?” I had asked girls that question before but never like this. Never with such a need. Cay’s hands dug into my shirt and pulled on it tightly. Was she trying to keep me close to her?

“Yes,” she cried.

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