Hey! Another on time update! This kind of has some mature content... not too much, but you know, just in case there's like 11 year olds reading this. Don't say I didn't warn you! Hope you like it! <3

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"You know... we can’t keep doing this," Mr Hammond said, pulling his lips away from Alyssa’s and breaking the passionate kiss that they had both been enjoying just seconds ago.

It was around four in the afternoon, and school had not long finished, and the two of them had taken up residence in their usual make-out spot – the classroom store closet. They had not migrated to any other location yet, in fear of someone walking in on them, and this was the only place that was so infrequently visited it was safe.

"Why not?" Alyssa breathed, as her hands slid downwards until they were resting just above Mr Hammond’s cute butt. "You’re not still scared about someone finding out, are you?"

"Well..." he looked into her eyes, biting his lip whilst trying to think of an acceptable response.

"Seriously?" she raised her arched eyebrows, becoming somewhat tired of this whole spiel. Practically every time they went near each other, he would make a comment about someone finding out. She was past caring now – all she wanted to do was be with him and he seemed constantly distracted. "Look, we’ve been doing this for weeks now, haven’t we? And we’ve had sex here like... three times? Or was it four? Whatever, I don’t care. But no one’s even come close to finding out yet, have they? So what are you worried about?"

She smiled seductively, bringing her lips to his again tenderly for a few seconds. "And it’s worth it, isn’t it?"

"I know you’re right," he said, sighing. "But don’t you think we should... take this outside of school? It’s just really risky, especially with so many people around."

"Look, as long as I get to bang you..." Alyssa smirked as her hand cupped one of his butt cheeks, squeezing it slightly, causing a small gasp to escape his mouth. "I’m fine with wherever we are. Okay?"

"Okay," he agreed, his lips locking onto hers once more. His arms snaked behind her back, pulling her in closer, desperate to feel her body pressed up against his. That feeling... it was indescribable, and he couldn’t get enough of it. And even though every sensible part of his body was screaming at him that it was wrong... he just couldn’t bring himself to end it.

"You know, you’re the best kisser I’ve ever known," Alyssa whispered. "And Alyssa Taylor has kissed a lot of guys."

"That’s because all the guys you know are immature," he responded with a smirk. "And I know you... you like them more mature and... experienced."

"Don’t get too cocky," she smirked. "Show me how experienced you are then. Surprise me," she added with a sensual whisper, so close to his ear he could feel the breath tickling the skin.

"Oh, I will," he responded, his arms moving from behind her back as his hands moved effortlessly over her shirt buttons, unfastening each one until it fell from her arms, revealing her underwear below. His lips didn’t pull away from hers as his hands moved expertly over her breasts, cupping them gently in his smooth hands.

He could feel Alyssa tugging at his shirt too, yanking at the buttons until she gave up and pulled it over his head quickly, the flimsy fabric that separated their lips for a mere few seconds causing torture.

This was the kind of man she wanted, she thought to herself as the force of Mr Hammond’s body against hers caused her to step backwards until she was pressed up against the wall, her lips still moving hungrily against his as if she was starving and they were the only source of food. A couple of books fell to the floor around her as her back brushed against them, but by now she was completely oblivious to all of her surroundings. All her brain could process was thoughts of how good Mr Hammond’s lips tasted against hers.

His fingers were lingering around her waist now, tracing the hemline of her skirt with a touch so soft it made her skin tingle with excitement. She sighed heavily as her arms linked behind his head, pressing her weight into him as if she was barely able to stand up. His breathing was quickening, his fingers working faster now as they fiddled with the button on her skirt.

It was taking too long, she could wait no more and the touch of his fingers on her skin was sending electrical impulses through her at the speed of light. She pulled his hand away quickly, expertly looping the button out of its hole as fast as she could and sliding the zip downwards, until the skirt was loose enough to wriggle out of.

As it fell to the floor, Mr Hammond felt his heartbeat quicken as his lips pulled away, to give his eyes the chance to scrape over every detail of Alyssa’s perfect body. Her flawless tanned skin, the way her blonde hair fell over her shoulders in gorgeous curls before finishing just above her breasts, the black lacy underwear that concealed just what he wanted to see.

"You’re perfect," he whispered, as he watched Alyssa’s face spread into a smile. Her hands stretched out to pull him closer again, as their lips collided once more.

Suddenly, without any warning, an unnatural amount of light blazed through the closet and there was the sound of a voice in extremely close proximity to the both of them. "Hey, Mr Hammond, do you have any..."

The person at the door froze, their mouth dropping open in shock as their eyes fixed on the scene that greeted them from inside the closet. Of course, it would be shocking to open the door to the supply closet and see a teacher in there making out with a half-naked girl... not to mention one of his students.

They sprung apart immediately at the sound of the voice, Mr Hammond’s heart skipping a beat as his eyes met with the other person. He recognised her immediately.

"Oh, shit," Alyssa muttered under her breath, not loud enough for anyone to hear, as she bent down to the floor to pick up her clothes. She tugged the skirt over her hips as fast as she could, and stood there clutching her shirt to her chest, in a desperate attempt to make herself decent.

"What the fuck is going on?" Courtney said, her nose wrinkled in disgust as her eyes flickered from one person to another. "I just come to see if you’ve marked my test paper and I find this!" Her eyes were still glazed with disbelief, her mouth failing to close as her brain tried to process the information.

"I swear, it’s not what it looks like..." Mr Hammond said desperately, stepping away from Alyssa who was still trying to cover herself with her creased shirt. "I can explain."

"You’re banging Alyssa?!" Courtney shrieked, not bothering to keep her voice down. Mr Hammond rushed forward quickly, clasping his hand over her mouth in a desperate attempt to keep the noise from travelling too far outside the classroom. Even though the school day had ended, the building was still occupied with most of the teachers and various students either forced into detention or staying to study.

"Get off me!" Courtney shouted, slapping Mr Hammond’s hand away. "Do you want me to get you arrested for assault as well as sexual harassment?"

"What are you doing here?" Alyssa asked.

"I was waiting for Carter to finish up with practice so he could give me a ride home, and I thought I might as well collect my test from Mr Hammond while I’m here... and then I find this." The disbelief was written all over her face. After all, she would never have thought Alyssa Taylor would be the type of person to have an affair with a teacher. Teachers were old, after all, and even though a number of girls flirted openly with Mr Hammond, she didn’t think even Alyssa would have the nerve to take it any further.

Well, she had definitely been proven wrong.

"You’re not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" Alyssa said, suddenly coming to terms with the consequences of their actions. If she did say something, Mr Hammond would be fired, or even arrested, and she would never be able to see him again. At the time, she hadn’t even realised this, but now it was all too clear.

Courtney raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? Of course I’m going to tell!" She scoffed, a smile spreading across her face as she noticed the panic scrawled all over Alyssa’s face. "You’re banging a teacher; I’m not going to keep that one quiet."

"Courtney! Please."

"You’re really going to beg me?" Courtney rolled her eyes. "No freaking way. After all you’ve done to me, Alyssa, this is finally going to be the ultimate payback. It’s not my problem I caught you like this. You could’ve at least picked somewhere a little more private than the classroom closet, for God’s sake."

"Look, I’ll do anything. Just don’t tell anyone, okay?"

"Anything?" Courtney raised her eyebrows, the cogs in her brain practically audible as the possibilities began to appear.

"Yeah, anything."

She smiled, her eyes glinting with the feeling of power that washed over her. Folding her arms over her chest, her eyes darted from Alyssa, to Mr Hammond, and back again. "Drop out of the election."

Her words were short, sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. She stood in the doorway, looking smugly at the two of them whose sheepish looks had not yet been wiped off their faces. Of course, she thought to herself. This is the perfect opportunity. She was sure that Alyssa would agree to anything, no matter how painful or humiliating, to keep her secret – and dropping out of the election would mean an automatic win for Courtney.

What could go wrong?

"You want me to drop out?" Alyssa’s voice was questioning, her brows furrowed as she studied Courtney’s expression. Honestly... she hadn’t expected this. Courtney had the pick of anything – any humiliating torture that she could’ve come up with in that tiny brain of hers. She had expected her to choose something a lot more embarrassing, something that would cause her as much grief as possible.

"That’s what I said." Courtney’s response was cool and collected. She smiled smugly at the blonde, who was still clutching her school shirt to herself tightly, to cover any indecency. For the first time, Alyssa Taylor looked... vulnerable. Worried about what might happen as the consequences dawned on her. Some people may even feel sorry for her.

But Courtney? No way.

Alyssa sighed inwardly, letting her gaze fall to the floor. The dirty cracks in the white linoleum suddenly became a whole lot more interesting. She couldn’t bring herself to even glance at Courtney, or Mr Hammond. By guess, he was probably standing there, ten times more worried and ashamed than she was, nervously waiting for the outcome of hers and Courtney’s proposed deal.

Dropping out of the election? It was a big deal. Even though it didn’t seem like much, Serenity Falls’ annual elections was basically an official popularity contest. And class president was the ultimate title, practically crowning yourself Most Popular in School. That was what Alyssa wanted, straining herself to the limit every single year to ensure that she gained that title. It was like winning Best Actor/Best Actress at the Serenity Falls version of the Oscars. Nothing had stood in her way previously, but that was before she made a new enemy – Courtney Powell.

If she dropped out, even if it was to save Mr Hammond’s (and her own) neck, Courtney would automatically gain that title. The title that she had strived for all her high school life. If Courtney was crowned Most Popular, even if it was by default and not the amount of votes, where would that leave her? Washed up and possibly thrown out of the A-list crowd? Okay, that was a worst-case scenario, but it was still possible.

And since the A-list crowd had been split in half, spots had become increasingly unstable and anyone could be thrown out for the smallest reason. Whether it was Courtney’s sudden exit that caused that, it was unclear, but Alyssa was not about to lose her space in the popular crowd to that backstabbing skank.

"I’m not doing that."

"What?" Even Courtney could not mask the look of surprise in her face. She had in no way expected or even considered the possibility that Alyssa would refuse her deal. After all, she had thought she was willing to do anything to protect her little student-teacher romance.

"You heard me." Alyssa tilted her head to one side, raising one eyebrow slightly, as if challenging Courtney. The aura of vulnerability had disintegrated and she was now back to her usual, confident self. She pulled the shirt away from her chest, slipping her arms through it and beginning to redo the buttons. "I’m not dropping out."

"W-what?" Courtney was bemused. Had Alyssa completely forgotten what she had just walked in on? "If you don’t drop out, I’m going to tell."

"Alyssa..." Mr Hammond muttered, shooting a worried look at her.

"Oh, really? And who are you going to tell, Courtney?"

She opened her mouth to speak, trying to think of something smart to say, although she was unnerved by Alyssa’s sudden onset of confidence. "Well, I’ll tell Mr Delmar."

"Right." Alyssa bent down, smoothing the creases from her skirt and tousling her hair with her hands. "And he’s going to believe you?"

"Well, of course he’s going to believe me," Courtney shot back, more confidently than she felt. "Why wouldn’t he? I’ve just caught you two practically having sex in the closet."

"What are you talking about?" Alyssa said, feigning innocence perfectly. Even though Courtney knew she was lying, the expression on her face still told otherwise. "Me, having sex with Mr Hammond? That’s gross, why would I do that?"

"But I just saw you!" Courtney protested. "Mr Delmar has to believe me!"

"Why are you going to lie to Mr Delmar?" Alyssa widened her eyes. "You should really stop making things up about me, Courtney. It’s really horrible."

She silently stepped closer until she was standing right in front of Courtney, looking downwards at her with a piercing expression on her face. "You can tell what you like to Mr Delmar," she said calmly, her voice so quiet Courtney could barely hear. "But at the end of the day... who’s he going to believe? Sweet, innocent Alyssa... or you? My daddy makes a much bigger donation to the school fund than yours, so... I think you can work it out for yourself."

Then, as quickly as a snap of the fingers, her face changed and a beaming smile stretched across her cheeks, her dazzling white teeth practically glinting in the artificial light. "I’m glad we’ve come to an agreement, Courtney."

"Whatever you say, I’ve already seen this," Courtney spat, trying with all her might not to be undermined by Alyssa’s sugary fakery. It was a desperate attempt, but it was the only thing she could come up with in the heat of the situation. How could she let Alyssa take control? She was the one who had been caught in the act, and yet she had managed to manipulate the whole thing so she was yet again in the drivers’ seat.

"You didn’t see anything," responded Alyssa calmly, although the threat was evident in her voice. And on that note, she took the opportunity to shoot a death glare at Courtney before stalking confidently back into the classroom and out of the door.

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