She was the prettiest bitch in high school, and wasn’t even a student. Said a lot about how ugly the girls in my year were.
She was always draped in layers upon layers of clothing, and it’s not like she was cold or anything. She was just modest to a fault and that bothered me. I had an issue with authorities and that extended to who they were as people.
Now my teacher was stern but authoritative, organized but easy going, strict but understanding. She was a good teacher, and moreover she knew what she was doing. At the time i couldnt stand her.
I knew that i needed to gain her trust in order to scheme, so i started to do favours for her, i put myself in a position where she appreciated my help and got used to it. Long story short, It worked. I started off by helping her erase the board and helping her with the papers, while engaging in small talk. I knew my friends would think I’m a major teacher’s pet, so i started to cut each of them in on it too, and very subtly my friends started to back me up and i was winning both ways. I didnt know where this was going at the time, but i liked where it was headed.