Chapter 3

• Chapter three
• Mac's pov
• Death, taxes, and the fact that I was about to show my dick to the class for admiration are unavoidable for me now.
• Mr. James said, folding his hands and looking at me suspiciously, "I am waiting, Mac.
• Tisha had stopped what she was doing because she was afraid of being discovered, and it seemed her instincts were right.
• I was just about to stand up when the door opened, and Dan walked in late to class. This caught Mr James' attention, and I took the opportunity to quickly fix my pants before he looked back at me.
• Without Dan knowing it, he had always saved the day.
• "Wouldn't be shocked if you're late again. It's become a regular thing for you, so detention," Mr. James said to Dan, who didn't seem bothered by being late.
• "Hey Mac, are you going to get up or should I give you detention?" Mr. James questioned. I smirked and smoothly stood up, relieved that everything was back to normal and my dick would no longer be displayed to the whole class.
• "Uhmm... I... sorry, could you repeat the question? I wasn't paying attention." I said to Mr James.
• "Hey Mac, what's up with you? Why are you so unfocused lately? Mr James asked me. "One thing about Mr. James is that he can be like a guardian sometimes."
• Yeah, it's not shocking that he's not getting any younger. Time keeps moving for all of us.
• I complained, already getting annoyed by his conversations, "You didn't let me answer the damn question before you went full 'guardian' on me."
• "Why am I not surprised? I won't ask again, so please take a seat. I sincerely hope that you participate in the project that I assigned to Elena and you because if you don't, I'll be forced to inform the principal about miscreants like you."
• 'Why did this man think he could boss me around? He needs to chill out' I scoffed.
• "Elena dear, please don't be afraid to let me know about any of his odd behaviors."Is that okay?" Mr James asked, I observed as the nerd girl nervously looked at me before speaking.
• "Uhmmm, sure thing!" I heard her say in response.
• Mr. James kept droning on in his boring class, and I completely lost interest. As I sat down, I noticed Tisha was still below the desk.
• I can say with certainty that this b*tch will kill me or be the cause of my death.
• After class, we went to the cafeteria, and let me tell you, I couldn't eat anything. I was still angry about Mr. James embarrassing me in front of everyone in the class.
• "Hey! What was that about?" Justin asked as he sat down next to Dan, who was chowing down on his food.
• "I was having such a great time, and then that awful teacher had to go and ruin it," I explained to Justin.
• "Hold on a sec, I realized Tisha wasn't sitting close to you all of a sudden," Justin said, giving me a suspicious look.
• Dan almost choked on his food at what I just said, "That's because she was below me! She was blowing me off."
• He said, staring up at the sky, "Damn! A blowjob in class, why am I dreaming of such a moment?" I laughed.
• I looked over at Justin and noticed he was unusually silent. I wondered why he was so quiet. "Hey, Justin, are you there?" I asked, snapping my fingers.
• "Sorry about that; you won't believe I'm hard on right now;" he said. I looked at him in shock.
• "Hold on, a second. I looked around the cafeteria but couldn't find a chick worth getting hard on.
• "It's the fact that Tisha had blown you off that got me all hard at the moment."He said as Dan and I both burst out laughing.
• Who in the world gets a hard boner just listening to tales of his friend? Yes... You answered it right, Justin.
• Elena's pov
• "After class, I headed straight home, avoiding Mac because his intense glare made me anxious about what he might do if he caught up with me."
• "When I arrived home, I was surprised to see my mom there, and there wasn't a guy around."
• "Seems like someone decided to keep men out of their life today." I thought to myself.
• Walking into the living room, I spotted her engrossed in a Netflix show, and as soon as she saw me, a big smile spread across her face.
• "Hey, darling! Welcome back! How was your day at school?" She asked me.
• "Oh no, someone better dial 911 because there's a fake mom in the house!" I exclaimed.
• She couldn't possibly have just asked about my school activities.
• My mother never gave a damn about how I managed to endure numerous acts of bullying or how long I stayed in school.
• She was only interested in men and how much money she could make After having sex with them.
• "Alright," I grumbled, making my way to my room before she called me back.
• "What?" I questioned, feeling frustrated and exasperated; Not wanting to speak to her.
• She told me to sit down, motioning to the couch across from her. I let out a frustrated sigh and reluctantly sat down.
• "Look, sweetie, I'm aware that I haven't been the best parent. But I promise to do my best to change for the better."
• "Way to go!" I responded. She had said this before, not just once, but multiple times. My mom had a habit of flipping from resentment to change in an instant.
• "I mean it, sweetie. I'm already taking action to make a change. Check it out—I'm at home on a Thursday afternoon, watching Netflix."
• "Yeah, that's totally what a responsible parent should be doing, right?" I asked in disbelief.
• I got up from the couch, feeling exhausted, and silently left the living room without saying anything to her.
• Until she followed through with the change she was talking about, I couldn't trust anything she said nor would I be fooled by her actions.