sex, scandal and ... science?, TAG;; open to everyone!!

SEX, SCANDAL AND ... SCIENCE?

The sexy Physics teacher went on and on about magnetism whilst young Miss Starling Snow looked on and on at the Physics teacher's fly. She knew it was bad, but since she had come back to the school she had most definitely changed. She was a world class whore now, much unknown to many. Whilst in London a couple of months ago she had drunk, smoked and had sex with anything. She was most definitely more experienced now than anyone else at Trenton - was that the school's name, she couldn't remember. She was supposed to be CLEVER, for God's sake... why can't-

"Miss Snow," Mr Arrow, the teacher, said to the teenager, "how about you tell me the number one rule of magnetism."

"Why," Starling smiled at the teacher, "it's opposites attract, Mr Arrow. Everybody knows that."

"And," Mr Arrow raised his voice to draw attention to the point, "how do people remember this,"

"It's the same as humans, Sir."

"Right, Star," Mr Arrow said, "I'll need to talk to you afterwards," and with a wink, he turned around to write on the board. Starling hadn't felt as excited as this since the time she had found condoms in the teacher's lounge.

She turned around to see another student staring at her. Starling frowned, and turned back to look at Mr Arrow's backside.

Cyn leaned back in her chair. The date she'd been asked on had never happened and Cyn felt resigned to the scrapheap. Ah well, she could always go and get another tattoo thatalways made her feel better. The angle wings on her back were ow healed and Cyn was contemplating a dragon of some sort...

She sketched it out in her book while half listening to the conversation between the girl in front and Mr Arrow. She looked up andcaught the girl's eye, who then frowned and looked bac.

"Lucky girl"she said with her wicked grin.

Matt hadn't even noticed this whole thing; in fact, he was dutifully taking notes on the whole exchange, oblivious to the relationship between the biology teacher and Starling Snow. He had sort of a secret crush on the gorgeous blonde back in the old days, but since she was now the biggest skunkbag he had ever laid eyes on, he hadn't ever acted on his feelings. She was sitting right behind him, in the second row, but she had never really noticed him. He scratched the back of his head slightly in thought and leaned back in his chair with a bored yawn.

Starling tapped her pen against her paper furiously, trying to think what to write. Magnetism was complete - for lack of a better word - crap. Who cared? It wasn't really anything to write home about. Wow, things are sticking together... she decided not to do any work for the rest of the lesson and removed her cell phone from her pocket, and began text messaging her friends.

"Starling," the student teacher, Ms Marshall, said, "Give me your phone now or I'll tell Sir to set you an hour-long after school detention."

Did it actually matter? She was there half the time anyway. She just handed her phone over without argument, and carried on relaxing. Forty-five minutes until the lesson ended... how could she pass the time?

Unfortunately for him, Matt overbalanced and pitched over the back of his seat, sending Starling's desk over and landing awkwardly on his back. "Ouch ... ?" he groaned, groping his lower back. It felt as though he had bruised his tailbone or something, which would be painful come sitting time. The rest of the class was laughing, and he let out a good-natured chuckle.

The professor shook his head in distain. "Mister Winters, I've warned you all year about rocking on your chair," he lectured. Matt grinned despite the ache in his back and sat up slowly. Once he had picked himself up off the ground he turned around to face Starling. "Sorry about that one, ma'am!" he said with a sarcastic salute before sitting down gingerly in his chair.

Cyn couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"That was fantastic" she breathed between giggles. "Damn, I wish I had my camera on me!"

Casimir was desperately late for his physics class. There was no doubt about that. He had been looking for his old text book in his old dorm. He had dumped them some where in his closet before he had left for Montreal but he couldn’t quite remember where. Initially he had picked up a French physics books and realised this was clearly the wrong one and once more he had to bury himself deep into the mess of his wardrobe. Finally he had found it. He didn’t especially like physics, but he found that he was quite good at it. So rushing down the old stone stairs, he finally arrived at the classroom. Taking a deep breath, Casimir knocked. The teenager had certainly changed; his hair was been cut shot and he had lost quite a lot of weight. His cheeks had become shallower, making his face seem longer and his chocolate brown eyes wider. He was defiantly more handsome. That was certain.

“Come in,” he heard the teacher’s voice say. Casimir opened the door and stepped in. The teachers all knew him because when he was blind, they’d pity him. They would never scream at him; even now. “Ah Casimir, you’re finally back,” Mr.Arrow said, smiling kindly. Casimir nodded and told him how he was happy to be back. The teacher smiled. “Well, you might as well sit next to Starling…as I can’t see anywhere else for you to sit.” His eyes narrowed as he looked across the classroom. Yes that was sure. Every seat had been taken. Looking around, he found Starling. She had defiantly changed. She had dyed her hair brown and she too had grown older. She was no younger the little blonde girl he knew. Also, doubtlessly, she was good-looking. He grinned disdainfully and went to sit next to her, settling down.

“Why, hello Starling.”

come a little closer,,

Casimir.

Starling thought she would never have to hear that name again. The boy that influenced her. The boy who went away. The boy who once performed a guitar ballad to her underneath a tree. God forbid, he was back, and she was in the same league as him. A former druggie. A bit of an alcoholic. And a trait of her own, borderline sex addict. And now he was going to sit next to her. Oh God, what would she do? Oh God oh God oh God oh God oh -

"Why, hello Starling."

"Never thought I'd see you again, Casimir Japhis." Starling said this with her plumped, glossy lips pursed and looking at the notes of magnetism on the board. She even looked fetching in her school uniform, thank God it was a skirt and not trousers. The skirt showed off her figure, and the sweater just made her look cute.

He grinned at her little comment before opening the physics page and taking out a pen. True, he didn’t fully expect to come back. He had partly wanted to stay in Montreal but he had to be there for the whole Jason thing. Cat had forced him back practically. “I could say the same to you,” he replied in a husky tone. He looked at her through the corner of his eyes. “Why you’ve changed, Miss Snow?” It was if he were pointing out the blank obvious. Of course she had changed and so had he. He wondered what she had been up too whilst he had been away. He could sense that she had been into some trouble. However that was quite intriguing and for the first time, Casimir wanted to know more about Starling Snow.

you say that your biggest regret was saying goodbye,,

"You've changed too." Starling replied. She hesistated, but carried on. "I went a little crazy after you left, Casimir." She breathed heavily and spoke again. "I went mental in London. I went sad, then met a man. He forced me into taking drugs, drinking, then having sex and it got worse. I came back here, started fucking around, and here we are. I'm trying to get better but it's not working."

Starling couldn't believe that she had spilled all of that in five seconds. It was a drastic move, he could either become repulsed or sympathetic. "I think everyone likes me again now, but... y'know. Can't be sure. I still have the memories as scars."

Casimir raised an eyebrow curiously. Well that was unexpected. He had not expected Star to go that far. She had become practically a female version of him. They were so similar come to think of it. They were both recovering, they were both pretty messed up in the heads. They were both on the way back to insanity.

He slipped a hand on her thigh, feeling her soft skin under his palm. “We’ll take later. After the lesson,” he whispered softly into her ear, before moving away again. He stopped for a moment, as if he wanted to say something more. But instead he thought again and stepped away, smiling slightly at her, before he started nibbling his pen. Looking down however at her blank piece of paper in front of her, he leant forward and wrote ‘Don’t Worry’ on it, adding a little smile.

don't worry (may get r rated in a sec),,

She smiled when he wrote on her paper. She noticed his paper as well and started to write something back, but as she did the bell rang loudly, hurting her ears. "Starling, stay." Mr Arrow ordered, but she was already walking out of the door, dragging Casimir with her. She pulled him all the way over to the female toilets down the corridor. She pulled him inside one of the cubicles, locked the door, pushed him up against the wall and kissed him deeply and passionately.

"You have no idea how long I have waited to do that." Starling pulled away and said. She slowly put her hands up the back of his sweater and smiled, hoping that he would clock what she wanted to do.

He had somewhat expecting this rather brusque move. It seemed like if she had wanted to do this for long. It was if you had bottled up every emotional and now she was expressing this through out a kiss. He returned her kiss just as passionately, letting his tongue slip into her mouth. “Bet you’ve never had sex in the toilet before, huh?” he whispered breathed softly into her ear. He put his hand on her thigh and let his hand wonder up. His other hand however was entwined around a lock of her stray hair. He twirled her around and thus he sat down on the toilet seat, slipping his hand on her waist.

“Do you love me that much?” he said whispered impishly, smiling at her softly.

girls just wanna have fun,,

"The answer to your first question is no," Starling giggled, "And the second is yes." She kissed him again. "Of course." And just to prove the fact that she wanted to do this, she lifted her sweater and shirt over her head and once again locked lips. Luckily she was wearing her best underwear - thank the Lord! She proceeded to lift Casimir's shirt up as well. She couldn't believe that she was kissing him once more - it was magical, and she was hypnotised. She couldn't help taking it any further, really.

She lowered herself down on his lap, so one of her legs were either side of him. She just hoped that they could get away with this - it was still lesson time, they were missing English literature for this - but who cares about that?

He chuckled playfully and returned her kiss. They had only see each for at least fifteen minutes and at this very moment they were committing quite a deadly sin. He wouldn’t help but think of the character in that Graham Greene Novel, “Brighton Rock”. The character was Pinkie, a seventeen year old mob-master and he didn’t believe in sex, thinking it would lead you to damnation. The thing was that he was already damned having committed murder, so it was ironically contradictory. Casimir couldn’t help though help comparing himself to him. No, he hadn’t committed any murders and yes, he believed in sex, but he was damned. He had done too many sins.

“So, I guess London did you well?” he whispered huskily, looking up at her as he reached up to kiss her lips. She really become another person. And so had Casimir come to think of it. He had become less depressed. He had become more of a real person.