This shouldn't be a surprise to anyone, but she doesn't want to be in school today. She doesn't want to be in school any day, but this one seems the worst. It's just so long and she doesn't want to deal with any of it, the concentrating the paying attention and the Herculean effort not to look as bored as shit through each and every class. It's a combination of a lot of things for this lack of attention. The fact that she is tired, the fact that it's her birthday and of course the weird ass conversation with her mom this morning.
There is the whole matter of having a sexual affair with her father as well, which is weighing more heavily on her mind then anything else for some reason. It is becoming apparent that is what it is, a sexual affair, it's not a boyfriend and girlfriend thing, it's sex. It's really good sex actually, but that's just what it is. So when she is missing her father over the long days between visits she is slowly learning to train herself to think of it as just really needing to get laid. It's work, to get over that emotional attachment, and somewhere, in the back of her mind, she still sees it as something that will lead to something more - like some relationship of some sort. It's a hard balance for as much as she wants to view him as a boyfriend it is much, much more fun viewing him as her father.
It's those thoughts that actually get her seeking out her sometimes fling in the hallway between classes. When she finds him, she lets him lure her out to that space outside, in between hallways and classrooms, tucked away from the prying eyes of classmates and teachers. He pushes her up against the wall with his body and kisses her, his hands roaming all over her till one slips up and under the hem of her skirt. He is fumbling and awkward, his fingers know nothing compared to her father's but she is wet and thinking of him while being pawed at by a boy.
Her partner of course thinks all the excitement is because of his suave, Casanova efforts and she gets a lot of wet, muffled, "fuck you're wet, baby." Whatever, she puts her hand on top of his to show him how to move till she gets off, gasping and sighing with pleasure. It's decent, she can't really complain, but she doesn't return the favor, which she is sure leaves her partner dissatisfied.
Whatever again.
So when she is called down to the principle's office she is, needless to say, a little paranoid. Maybe someone saw them, maybe her partner in passion snitched on her? Why the fuck would he do that is beyond her but boys are stupid and they do stupid things. Her trek down the hall with her bag is a little unsettling and she isn't sure how it is going to go.
When she spots her father in the office she nearly has a heart attack. Her heart stops. For real. She is dead for at least a second or two before she manages: "Dad? What's wrong?"
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Date: 2012-08-11 03:59 am (UTC)There is the whole matter of having a sexual affair with her father as well, which is weighing more heavily on her mind then anything else for some reason. It is becoming apparent that is what it is, a sexual affair, it's not a boyfriend and girlfriend thing, it's sex. It's really good sex actually, but that's just what it is. So when she is missing her father over the long days between visits she is slowly learning to train herself to think of it as just really needing to get laid. It's work, to get over that emotional attachment, and somewhere, in the back of her mind, she still sees it as something that will lead to something more - like some relationship of some sort. It's a hard balance for as much as she wants to view him as a boyfriend it is much, much more fun viewing him as her father.
It's those thoughts that actually get her seeking out her sometimes fling in the hallway between classes. When she finds him, she lets him lure her out to that space outside, in between hallways and classrooms, tucked away from the prying eyes of classmates and teachers. He pushes her up against the wall with his body and kisses her, his hands roaming all over her till one slips up and under the hem of her skirt. He is fumbling and awkward, his fingers know nothing compared to her father's but she is wet and thinking of him while being pawed at by a boy.
Her partner of course thinks all the excitement is because of his suave, Casanova efforts and she gets a lot of wet, muffled, "fuck you're wet, baby." Whatever, she puts her hand on top of his to show him how to move till she gets off, gasping and sighing with pleasure. It's decent, she can't really complain, but she doesn't return the favor, which she is sure leaves her partner dissatisfied.
Whatever again.
So when she is called down to the principle's office she is, needless to say, a little paranoid. Maybe someone saw them, maybe her partner in passion snitched on her? Why the fuck would he do that is beyond her but boys are stupid and they do stupid things. Her trek down the hall with her bag is a little unsettling and she isn't sure how it is going to go.
When she spots her father in the office she nearly has a heart attack. Her heart stops. For real. She is dead for at least a second or two before she manages: "Dad? What's wrong?"