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[stacy lee monroe]

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thursdays were busy days for stacy. it was six in the afternoon already, and she was tired the hell out. she had school until 2:45 p.m, and when she got out she had to go straight to track and do the 200m run. after that, she got ready for volleyball and drove as fast as possible over there for an hour of practice, and then she was off to cheerleading for the next hour. now she had a one and a half hour before she was off to drama club. stace was so exhausted, and had gone through four bottles of water today. she popped the cap open of another one and downed most of it in one drink and took off her loose practice shirt.

being careless, as usual, stacy walked into the boys' locker room without noticing it. she didn't care, really. stacy took another drink of water and then threw the empty bottle at a trash can, getting it in. she stripped off her sports bra and stood there in just her practice shorts and tennis shoes. stace grabbed her shirt, bra and bag and threw them into the corner. she turned towards the showers and realized that they were all open, and had no curtains. "that's weird. i thought they used to have curtains. oh, well," she muttered to herself. she slipped off her shorts and spandex and threw them at her pile and stumbled over to the showers.

since she was so exhausted she could barely open her eyes, she kept them shut and put her hands against the wall, searching for the handle to turn the shower on. stacy felt the cold metal of the handle and opened her eyes. it felt very nice, and she left her hand there for a few seconds before actually turning on the water to ice cold. there was a shampoo, conditioner, soap, and lotion dispenser to her left. stacy pushed in the soap dispenser and a shit ton of liquid soap poured onto her hands. she rubbed it all over her body, stepped out of the shower's water so she could clean off. she scrubbed at her arms with her hands and then stepped into the water again, rinsing off and feeling clean again. stacy took some shampoo and shampooed her hair. it was nice, and she did smell good now. she smiled in relief, feeling a bit more awake from the ice cold water. she turned it a bit warmer and finished rinsing her hair, and then finishing it off with conditioner and semi-warm water.

stacy decided to turn it colder again and just stand there and relax. she didn't care how sore her legs were, she wanted to be cooled down as much as possible. she opened up her mouth and drank from the shower, and then she turned the handle and the water stopped running. the shower head dripped onto stacy's scalp, and she rung out her hair and stepped away from the shower. stacy couldn't find a towel so she just walked over to her bag and grabbed her makeup bag and deodorant and stood in front of the mirror. she rubbed her face and looked in the mirror at herself. she was still in good shape, and she was gaining her weight back from her awful case of bulimia from years ago. she smiled, and then cupped her hands around her breasts and let them go. she had a few stretch marks on them. stacy walked back to her bag and took out some shea butter, putting it on the marks and then leaning forward and beginning to apply eyeliner.


notes lmfao if a guy came in and caught her naked doing this i think it would be hilaarious. peeease. xD it would be 100000 times more hilarious if it was a teacher. O:)

[thayne leonidus thorne]

Thursday afternoons were the one day a week that Thayne stayed late at school to get some grading done. He had been listening over tapes of the performances in class that week and was jotting down notes on his grading pad for later. It was going on five o'clock and he had been at this for a good two hours now, which got to be quite the tiring experience. As much as he loved his job, he absolutely hated the grading aspect. Listening to the same basic melodies time after time wasn't his idea of a good night out. However, he was required to do it, so he set himself a goal to finish them up that night. Reaching over to see how many more tapes he still had left, he saw that he was at least two thirds of the way done. In Thayne's mind, that certainly merited a break.

Pushing his work to the side and stopping the tape he was in the middle of grading, Thayne hopped out of his chair to take an hour of relaxation. Typically when he needed to quit grading, he went out and ran on the track. He was an active guy in general, so the exercise got the energy out of his system and made it easier for him to return to his work. He kept a spare set of running clothes in his office, just for occasions like this. After a few moments fumbling with his keys, he managed to open his locked cabinets to retrieve his other outfit. There was a bathroom next to his office, so he changed in there before heading out to the track with his duffel bag of clothes and towels.

Thayne started his run around the track, using his ipod to keep himself entertained as he ran. He set the timer on his watch to just an hour, enough time to run and shower before he had to return to his office and finish off his work. By about the fifth or sixth lap, Thayne was sweating enough to strip his shirt off. Considering that most of the sports were over for the day, Thayne didn't think he would run into any of his students at all. If anything, they would be in the school for drama club or something to that effect, not outside near the track. At six, his alarm sounded off and he slowed to a stop, panting at the edge by the fence.

He grabbed up his bag and jogged slowly over to the boys locker room. His ipod was still blaring in his ears, so he strode into the locker room shirtless, no idea what he was walking into. Shaking the sweat from his hair as he walked in, it took a few moments before he saw Stacy leaning over the sink, completely in the nude. Shocked, Thayne dropped his bag and let the headphones fall from his ears. "Oh sh- ah..." he cursed, before turning his head away. He knew for a fact that he was in the right locker room and that there most definitely shouldn't be female students in here. He also knew that this was not a good situation for him to be in.

After being temporarily speechless from shock at the sight of the girl, Thayne's brain kicked back into action. This was definitely one of his students, Stacy Monroe. And she was definitely naked in the boy's locker room. And she was definitely hot. But, she was definitely his student, so Thayne probably needed to leave, right? "Uh, Stacy, this...this didn't happen okay. I'm going to leave, and pretend this didn't happen, yeah?" He rambled, still quite frazzled and still turned around in awkward politeness.

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[stacy lee monroe]

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stacy was humming to herself, still applying her makeup. she knew no one would walk in. nobody really used the locker rooms, so she was alright standing here alone. she turned around and she dropped her eyeliner pencil, hearing the tip of it break off. holy fucking shit. she saw her totally hot, brother-like teacher standing there, his head turned to the side. he cursed quietly, and stacy's heart was racing. she had a tiny bit of a crush on him, and this made everything suck. this event completely ruined her chances of ever hooking up with him. but, stacy didn't care at the moment. her jaw dropped and she covered herself, leaning on the wall. mr. thorne looked slightly stressed, and his bag fell to the ground. stacy looked up at the wall, only now realizing she was in the boys' locker room. "shit. jesus fuck. thay - mr. thorne, i'm so sorry. i didn't know this was the boys'," she spat out nervously. she inched over to a towel rack, which she had also just noticed, and threw one around her body.

so, this was definitely, by far the most awkward moment ever in stacy's life. she was kind of hyperventilating, and she was shaking terribly. what the fuck was he doing here, anyways?!? shouldn't he have been, like, sitting around correcting shit, or practicing his guitar? stacy bit her lip hard, until it almost bled and covered her face with her hands. "i'm so sorry." god damn, he was pretty hot all doused with sweat. he had a nice body, also; stacy couldn't complain. this wasn't too bad, she supposed. yanno, apart from the fact that she was standing there completely naked putting on makeup. that must have looked ridiculous.

fuck. stacy really wasn't in any mood to be assigned detention or some shit. she pursed her lips. mr. thorne opened his mouth. uh, stacy, this..this didn't happen, okay? i'm just going to leave and pretend this didn't happen. stacy sighed and squeezed her eyes shut, putting her index and middle finger to her forehead. dammit. dammit. dammit. he wasn't facing her, which made this conversation ten times as awkward. stacy stuttered out an, "ah-o-okay," before walking across the room to stand in front of him to grab her bag. "um. right. this totally did not happen. uh." stacy clicked her recently done nails and flipped her wet hair behind her shoulders. she bit down on her lip again and nodded. "yeah. um." she walked over behind a changing curtain and slipped on her victoria's secret bra and matching thongs. she put a tank top and shorts on over that, and put her flip flops on, coming back out.

would it be awkward to go back to his classes again? he would never forget this, and either would she. they could say they had absolutely no idea what happened, but honestly, the mental image of her naked would likely be stuck in his mind for ages. stacy threw her bag down on the floor and sat on a bench, cupping her hands around her face. "god dammit," she muttered to herself.


notes LOL

[thayne leonidus thorne]

Well, this certainly wasn't how Thayne was planning on spending his afternoon. He kept his head hidden until Stacy had wrapped a towel around her body and then awkwardly turned his head back over. "No, no. It's...not your...fault. Uh, it...uh, happens," he babbled lamely, still quite in shock by the sight of Stacy naked. It wasn't necessarily that he had seen her, but more the fact that he was actually not completely opposed to it. He knew it was wrong, she was his student, but she was hot and he couldn't help it. Besides, she was eighteen right? So, it wasn't all that bad... Thayne shook his head in an attempt to get the image of Stacy out of his mind, a task he was sure would be quite difficult every time that he ran into her now.

Stacy was visibly shaken by the encounter as well, which made Thayne feel at least a little less awkward. However, he now felt quite terrible about the whole ordeal. Sure, it was really awkward for him, but it must be even worse for Stacy. At least he was the one wearing clothes. Honestly, Thayne had no idea how to deal with the situation at hand. He knew that he couldn't just leave it and forget about it, that wouldn't make either of them feel better about it, but what the hell could he do? Technically, he could give her detention for being naked in the boy's locker room, that was certainly against the rules, but that would just make things worse between the two of them. No, perhaps talking to her would work. Yeah, Thayne could do that.

Thayne leaned back against the wall for a moment, letting Stacy get herself clothed and giving her a few moments to calm down. Hell, he needed a few moments to calm down himself to be completely honest. Never in his life had he been in a situation quite as, well, awkward as that and he had been the participant in his fair share of embarrassing moments. Waiting a few more moments for safe measure, he ran his hands through his hair in distress. He knew he needed to talk to Stacy and sort this all out, but what was he supposed to say? Oh, hey, sorry I just walked in on you completely naked, let's just go back to being teacher and student? Yeah, right.

Taking a deep breath, Thayne walked out to where Stacy was sitting with an awkward and apologetic look on his face. "Err, hey Stacy, uh, I think we should uhm, talk about this before it...gets to be too uhm...awkward between us or...whatever," Thayne rambled, talking quickly. Just looking at her was a bit awkward, he'd seen her naked and that was all he could think about now. In most cases, it wouldn't be that big of a deal to Thayne if he accidentally walked in on someone like that. Really, it would make him laugh in any other case. But, the fact that she was his student completely changed everything.

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[stacy lee monroe]

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the awkwardness of this situation was enough to stress a girl the fuck out. stacy was taking slow, deep breathes. inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale! she stayed seated on the bench, and closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. she was making a failure of an attempt to relax herself, but at least she was trying. ahh this was quite the fucked up situation. i mean, seriously? your brother of a teacher seeing you naked in the boys locker room. the boys! she was so fucking clumsy that she walked into the boys room. what the fuck. she had a good excuse though; she was tired the hell out and didn't know where she was going. plus, wouldn't thayne have been able to tell how clumsy she was by now? well, at least this wasn't illegal; she was eighteen and definitely not under aged. this was fine, right? stacy shot up from the bench unexpectedly and leaned against the wall.

this was definitely an unforgettable experience. what the fuck? you couldn't just forget about this. stacy would be sitting in his class, and remembering this day. he'd look at her to answer and suddenly picture her naked. stacy shuddered at the thought, and then she bit down on her lip again. would this make everything between them awkward as hell, or would it be all fine? she panicked a little bit on the inside. what if he avoided her, for like, ever? stacy opened her eyes and put her hand up to her mouth, chewing on her fake, plastic fingernails.

stacy couldn't exactly handle this stress. she loved him, like a brother, and had actually formed a teeny tiny crush on him. well, who wouldn't? he was fucking hot and very, very nice. everything about him drew stacy to him, but she had always hidden it. i mean, what the hell would he think about his student saying, "oh hi, i like you a whole lot?" no, just no. err, hey stacy, uh, i think we should uhm, talk about this before it...gets to be too uhm...awkward between us or...whatever, he said. mr. thorne stuttering was something new to stacy. she smirked. "there's no awkwardness. there's nothing to talk about. what's happened, happened. just forget it." stacy picked up her bag and threw it over her shoulder, walking back to the sinks to look at herself in the mirror.


notes shitty post, so sorry

[thayne leonidus thorne]

"there's no awkwardness. there's nothing to talk about. what's happened, happened. just forget it."

Thayne stared after her for a moment as she walked away, was she actually being serious? How could she even begin to say that there was nothing to talk about? Thayne was a bit irritated that she had blown him off like that, but then again, maybe she didn't want to talk about it. Hell, if it had been the other way around he really just would have wanted to get out of there and never see the other person again. But, Thayne didn't want the relationship he had with Stacy to fall through like that. He liked her as a student and even were she not his student, he'd still want to be around her. However, their little run in certainly complicated matters.

"Stacy, come on now," he called out after her, his voice revealing his irritation. Maybe she could get over something like this, but he certainly couldn't. He had just seen his student naked, of course he was going to be at least mildly freaked out. Which was only made worse by the fact that she was ridiculously hot and the image would never leave his mind. "I'm kind of freaking out a bit here, this is not a good situation. I could get fired for something like this and I kind of need to keep my job." Thayne was pretty positive that if word of this reached the administration, not only would he be fired, but there was a possibility it could get a whole lot worse. He hadn't done anything wrong, but it could easily be twisted into something else. It didn't help that he was half-naked himself.

Thayne sighed with frustration, not sure what the hell he was going to do. Again, he ran his hands through his hair nervously and began to pace back and forth in the room. Something obviously had to be done, but what do you do in a situation like this? It was safe to say, Thayne had never had a problem like this before in his life and he most definitely hoped that he never would again. "Oh, fuck," Thayne groaned. At this point, he didn't much care if he cursed in front of Stacy. Hell, it wouldn't make much of a difference now. He had already seen her naked, it doesn't get much worse than that between a teacher and student.

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[stacy lee monroe]

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yeah, exactly. nothing to talk about. what the fuck could you talk about? honestly. "hey, i just saw you naked and it was pretty fucking hot." hahahaha no. stacy put her hands on her face, keeping her bag on her shoulder. she removed her hands and made a face before turning around. stacy, come on now. he sounded rather irritated and stressed. she sighed and clenched her teeth together impatiently. "yes, thay - mr thorne? what? what the hell is there to talk about? nothing. exactly. i'm not gonna be like, 'hey, mr thorne. i saw you shirtless and it was really fucking hot but sadly you'd never touch me because i'm your student. which pisses me off. because i am not exactly underage to have sex, i am eighteen, therefore you may do whatever the hell you want.'" stacy closed her mouth and closed her eyes, opening them quickly and looking down at her feet. what the fuck was going through her mind to say that? she had a habit of speaking what was on her mind when she was nervous and pissed.

laughing nervously in her head, stacy wondered. what exactly would he think of what she just said? she chewed on her lip, still looking down at her feet in the flip flops. her pedicure was staying on well, and she wiggled her toes. she had gotten her toes done just a few days ago, along with her nails. she just had clear, fake nails on, but her toes were painted white with black zebra stripes. stacy twirled a strand of hair around her finger, looking up at her teacher, examining him from his chest down, and back up. was it weird that she was checking out her favorite teacher? ..no, not at all. fuck. yes, of course it was weird. what the hell. stacy shook her head and wondered what was wrong with her.

she needed to calm down. stace was so stressed and nervous, and she could not even imagine how mr thorne felt right now. she cracked her knuckles and she put a ponytail holder in her mouth, held in tightly with her lips. she brushed her hair with her fingers, and put it back, taking the ponytail back out of her mouth and wrapping it around her thick hair three times. well, since it was already too damn awkward, stacy was planning the perfect time to leave. possibly after he replied. yeah? no? yeah. that sounded good. she pulled her jelly snap bracelets and bead bracelets over her wrist on one arm, and on the other she had a shit ton of ponytail holders and rubber bands. she always had to be wearing her bracelets, of course not in the shower but she always had them on otherwise. stacy grabbed her phone, and started texting mikaela. texting in awkward situations always made stacy feel a bit better and less awkward. she sat in the corner on a bench and put her legs up on the bench in front of her, wrapping her arms around her legs, staring at her cell phone.


notes thayne is so adorable! ahaha i love how much he stutters. it's cute. :P

[thayne leonidus thorne]

Thayne was quite taken aback by the girl's sudden outburst. Usually Stacy was chill in his class and he'd never seen her like this. Than again, he had just seen her naked, that could possibly put a bit of a strain on there relationship. As she continued to rant, Thayne held back and didn't say anything. shit, shit, shit. No, Thayne, you cannot do whatever the hell you want with her, can you? No, no. It doesn't matter how hot she is...does it? Thayne bit his lip in frustration and put a hand on his head to calm himself down. It was bad enough that he had seen her naked, but it was worse that he wanted to again. She was practically inviting him to after all...

"Stace, err..Stacy, uh," Thayne mumbled, entirely not sure how to respond to what she had just said. "That, well, I...ahem." Thayne shook his head in an attempt to stop himself from saying anything that would cross the line. Sure, she was perfectly legal, but wasn't it still against the school rules to hook up with students? Than again, it wasn't like anyone would find out right? Stopping in the middle of his pacing, Thayne leaned back against the wall and slid down so he was sitting on the floor across from where Stacy was on the bench. "Shit, Stace, you know...I uh, shouldn't want to," he started, talking slowly, unsure of how to continue. "To do anything, I mean. I shouldn't want to. It's...definitely not allowed."

In the middle of his awkward mumbling to Stacy, Thayne rested his chin on one of his knees, one hand wrapped in his hair on the back of his head. He knew that he was dangerously close to crossing the acceptable things he could say long and was just about ready to screw all the rules. It wasn't like he could say anything that was even remotely as bad as actually seeing her naked. "I mean, not that I...you're really..uh, ya know," he shrugged slightly as he spoke. It was his own fault really that they were in this situation now. He could have just left it and let the girl leave before the awkward conversations started. Hell, that might have been the better, safer option.

Thayne lifted his head up to look over at Stacy, who was now completely diverting her attention with her cellphone. He was definitely regretting leaving his phone back in his classroom now, as he could use a distraction himself, or maybe someone to come save him from the situation. "Right, so I should probably...leave and go do...teacher things," Thayne said, making up some excuse to get out of there before he really said something wrong. He wanted to hook up with Stacy, no doubt, and staying here certainly wouldn't help him get over that. He couldn't risk his job just because he thought one of his students was ridiculously hot, right?

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[stacy lee monroe]

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stacy was actually pretty damn pissed. she clenched her teeth together and faced the opposite direction from thayne for a minute, and then she turned back around, putting her legs down. stace, err..stacy, uh. that, well, i. he cleared his throat with a little 'ahem.' he shook his head and stacy chewed on her lip, her arms crossed, and tapping her nails on her arm. she was being really moody today, for some reason, but it wasn't quite her time of the month. she wondered what was making her this way. it was probably just stress from all this shit going on. shit, stace, you know i, uh, shouldn't want to...it's definitely not allowed... him stuttering was making it hard for stacy not to laugh. she tried hard to keep a straight face. she continued listening to his rambling. i mean, not that i...you're really...uh, you know. he shrugged and stacy smirked. "thayne, you're getting too stressed over this. yeah, it's fucking stressful on me, too, but you can't even talk straight. get a hold of yourself." of course, she shouldn't be talking because she really needed to take her own advice. now she was just being cocky. "look. none of this should have happened. i should have kept my mouth shut. i fucked up. just. there's nothing. this didn't happen, right? like you said."

now she felt like a bitch because she could guess how shitty thayne felt. i mean, what the fuck was up her ass today? she looked back on her day. stacy concluded that it had something to do with her being up until three in the morning doing homework, and all of her sports today. so, being overly tired and this stress had to do with it. she got it know. stacy opened her bag and popped two ibuprofen into her mouth, opening a bottle of water and pouring it into her mouth. what could she do? this was the absolute shittiest situation ever. plus, if either one of them leave, they'd never speak again, so there had to be something to do to fix this.

right, so i should probably leave and go do...teacher things. stacy looked up at him. "teacher things? why don't you just be like all the other teachers and like, grade their papers by how you like or dislike them? honestly, you're wasting your time," stacy said with a grimace on her face. it was completely true, in the classes with teachers that did like her, she got magnificent grades, and when the teachers disliked her she got awful grades. it was just one of those things at lawrence collegiate that happened. stacy figured she shouldn't say anything else, she might just sound like more of a bitch and maybe even fuck things up even more. she sighed, putting her forehead on her knee.


notes gehh.