Verge of Failing,
That will work. See you then.
I stepped into my room and took a seat on the edge of my bed. I started scrolling through my contacts, trying to find someone who could do this exchange for me. I reviewed my list acouple of times before deciding on one of the guys on the football team who owed me for passing him and vowed to repay me. He was more than happy to help me out, too, when I texted him.
I printed the paper and slipped it into a large manila envelope, which I then sealed. Then I tucked it into my bag to pass off the following day.
When I sank into bed for the night, I was tired and utterly exhausted, but deep down, I was excited. I couldn’t believe that I was so close to finally getting my revenge on someone who used to be my best friend. I couldn’t believe that I was finally going to have Evelyn right where I wanted her all semester. My eyes closed, but sleep didn’t come. Instead, I found myself thinking about different scenarios, all the things I wanted to do to her. My imagination took over, and I saw images of me spanking her with a ruler as she bent over my desk, wearing nothing but one of those short skirts she often wore. I thought about the way her skin would get more and more red with every smack I delivered.
I thought about stripping her down completely, licking every single inch of her flesh as I imagined how sweet she’d taste. When I thought about forcing her onto her knees, my body came alive. My dick throbbed with need as I thought about trailing the tip of my cock around her plump lips. I wanted to make her gag on my dick. I wanted her choking on my come. When I thought about her big green eyes on mine, with tears rolling down her cheeks, I pushed the blanket beneath my hips and reached into my shorts, taking myself in hand. I tightened my grip as I worked myself from base to tip, while I took my little daydream even deeper.
I tangled my hand in her hair, winding it around my fist as I moved her forward and back. My hips did the same, thrusting myself into her throat. I imagined how good it would feel for her throat to spasm around me every time I made her gag. I watched her spit drip from my shaft when she pulled back, andI thrust forward again, going just as deep as before. My release began to rise, so I doubled my speed until I was tearing apart at the seams. I held my orgasm back for as long as I could. When I couldn’t take anymore, I grabbed a tissue from the box on the bedside table and used it to catch my load as it shot from the head of my dick, soaking into the thin paper as I continued to pump for as long as I could.
My bicep and shoulder were both burning. My chest was rising and falling quickly as I tried to catch my breath. My heart pounded against my chest, and I had sweat beading up on my forehead. I pulled the tissue away from my cock, wadding it up and tossing it into the wastebasket by the bed. I tucked myself away and fixed my shorts before shutting off the light and scooting down in bed.
I was so close to having Eve right where I wanted her, I could taste it. And I couldn’t fucking wait until Friday when she would turn in the paper I wrote, trying to pass it off as her own. Because then I’d know that I could have her once and for all. She wasn’t strong enough to resist me, to tell me no, or to fuck off and expel her. I knew she’d give in once given the option. I just prayed that she went through with using my paper. My own plan rested on her using it instead of writing her own. To say that I was nervous and anxious as I waited for Friday to arrive was an understatement.
I was so fuckinganxious to see how things turned out that I got to work an hour before my first class on Friday. I collected papers first thing and then started up my lesson plan. The entiretime, my eyes stayed on the clock, counting down the minutes until my first class ended and her class began. When I saw her walk in, my dick nearly jumped from my pants. I watched her walk across the room, looking anywhere but at me. She took in the students as she passed them, and once she took her seat, her attention went straight to the window. She worried her bottom lip, looking torn between doing the right thing and doing the thing that would keep her on campus. Only time would tell which option she’d go with.
When ten o’clock rolled around, I stood behind my desk. I cleared my throat and said, “Alright, everyone. Pass those papers to the front of the class.” There was a round of sighs and whines, but everyone started to pull their papers out of their belongings and pass them to the front. Many professors preferred digital copies. I preferred paper ones. I walked to the far side of class, taking the papers at the front desk. I moved to the next row and then the next, my eyes never leaving her for long. I saw her remove two papers from her notebook, her eyes moving from one to the other and then back, almost like she was debating which one to turn in. My heart was hammering and my palms were sweating.
At the last minute, I saw her roll her eyes and pass one of the papers forward, tucking the other back into her notebook. I’m not sure which one she turned in. I was anxious to get to her row so that I could see. I knew I’d recognize my paper at a glance. I made a motion with my hand, telling the students to move a little quicker at turning in the papers, and all because I wanted to see hers.
I grabbed the stack from rows two through five. When I got to six, I held out my hand and the guy in the first seat gave them to me. “Alright, class is about to start. Pull out your laptops or get your pens ready to take some notes. We have a lot to cover today,” I told them, moving to my desk as I flipped from paperto paper, looking for hers. She added a title page, meaning I couldn’t see the actual paper, and I couldn’t exactly hold back class to get a good enough look. Clenching my jaw, I dropped the stack onto my desk and moved to the podium. My attention went straight to her. She had her laptop out, looking like she was ready to start fresh.
Was she being hopeful, or did she know she’d need whatever notes she’s able to take?
I was eager to find out.
EVELYN
Iwoke up Friday morning so nervous about Professor West’s class that I was sick to my stomach. I had always been a rule follower. I never cheated. I never stepped even a toe out of line. My brother was basically a golden child growing up. He earned good grades, was popular, and played sports. I had a lot to live up to. It was made very clear to me at a young age that I was not meant for sports of any kind. I realized this after failing at dance, cheer, and soccer. If I wanted to shine, I had to use my head to do it. Gabe got good grades, but they were nothing when compared to mine.
I wasn’t born a genius. I had to study, and study hard. I didn’t go to Friday night football games. I didn’t go to many school dances, and I didn’t spend my weekends at sleepovers. I was always in my room, studying and putting in the extra effort to perfect my school projects. I took on as much extra credit as I could, just so I had a little wiggle room, an insurance policy, if you will. I’d never even received anything lower than an A minus, not even after the accident that took both my parents. That is, until Professor West’s class. I didn’t want to cheat, but I also didn’t want to risk losing my academic scholarship. The stipulations were no failing.
I buckled down and managed to write a paper of my own. I thought it was good until Madison came over with the paper she purchased. I read it once and could instantly see that the paper she bought was better than mine. My grade in his class was already low. If I turned in my paper, I probably would have stayed right above that failing mark, but if I turned in the purchased paper, it would have propelled me forward, giving me a little more time to bring my overall grade up. I’d gone back and forth over which one to use.
Before going to bed Thursday night, I’d just decided to say fuck it and turn in the better paper, but then I woke up sick from that decision the day it was due, and it had me going back and forth all over again.
“Alright, everyone. Pass those papers to the front of the class,” Professor West said, walking to the far side of the room to start collecting them.
I removed both papers from my notebook. I looked from one to the other. Both had the same cover page, but the papers beneath were different, and I still hadn’t decided which one to use. I was scared I’d get caught, but I was also afraid of getting kicked out of school. I needed to give my grade as big of a boost as I possibly could, and I could only do that one way.
I set down one of the papers and flipped the cover page of the other to make sure I had the right one. Professor West was drawing closer and closer to my row. He kept looking up at me, almost like he was expecting me to do something. I assumed he was expecting me to fail. He was excited for me to turn in the assignment because it was basically the door I’d be booted through.
“Just suck it up and hand it in, Eve,” I whispered to myself. I grabbed the papers from the person behind me. I stuck mine at the bottom of the stack and then passed them all forward. I breathed a sigh of relief as I slouched down into my chair. Notbecause I did the right thing, but because the decision had been made. It was at the last possible second, but done was done.
I expected to feel guilty. I had just turned in a paper that wasn’t mine. Surprisingly enough, I didn’t feel guilty. I didn’t feel scared or nervous. I felt relieved and excited, as if breaking the rules gave me a rush. I felt the corners of my mouth tug upward into a smile. I had a little more time to improve my grade. I wasn’t getting kicked out. Yet. And that was all I could hope for.
My attention went to Professor West as he looked at the stack of papers in his hand. His steely gray eyes bounced up to me, and they narrowed like he was about to call me out, but instead, he dropped the stack onto his desk and turned to his podium. “Alright, let’s get started with today’s lesson.”
“Well?”Madison asked as we exited the building once class was over.
I was marching at the speed of light, powered by the high that breaking the rules gave me. But she kept pace, matching step for step as her blue eyes drilled into me.
“Well?” she asked again.
I came to a sudden stop since we had gotten far enough away from the building. I turned to her with wide eyes. “I did it. I turned in the other paper.”
