Chapter 31

Mia couldn't help but send a mental message to Eve with her eyes. *You see that? Travis wants me!*

Eve shot back a glare, replying with a look that said, *We'll see about that, church girl.*

Mia smirked internally. *Emo thot!*

Eve raised an eyebrow. *Hoely hoe!*

Mia gasped dramatically. *That's my last name! Steve Rogers!*

Eve matched her tone with playful defiance. *That's my last name too!*

Judith walked into class, immediately catching everyone's attention. It was rare for her to be this late, and her appearance only deepened the surprise. Ms. Bissette noticed the sadness in her eyes but chose not to ask any questions, simply gesturing for her to sit down. Annie, never one to miss an opportunity, tried to convince Ms. Bissette otherwise, but the teacher ignored her.

' I need to apologize to Travis, 'Judith thought.

Meanwhile, across the room, Travis stared blankly ahead, his mind wandering. ' When I met ya in the summer...'

Class ended, and as everyone filed out, Travis stayed behind. He had something to discuss with Ms. Bissette. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the dictionary.

"I found one, Ms. Bissette, but... you're not going to like this," he said as he opened it to the torn pages.

Ms. Bissette gasped when she saw the damage. "What? Who would do such a thing?" She took the book from him, examining the torn-out sections.

"I have no idea. I found it like this," Travis replied. "I was hoping we wouldn't need those pages."

Ms. Bissette sighed, "I'm afraid you will need them, Travis. But don't worry. Just ask one of your classmates to print out the missing pages for you. That's all."

"Oh, yeah, I guess I can do that," he said, feeling a bit relieved. "By the way, if I bring the full dictionary, are we starting today?"

"Yes, so you better hurry and get those pages," she confirmed.

Travis nodded, slipping the torn dictionary back into his bag as he left the classroom. ' I'll just ask Judith, ' he thought.

As he exited, he noticed Eve and Mia were already gone, but standing by the corner was Judith, waiting for him. He walked over to her, slightly surprised but grateful.

"You waited for me? That's nice of you," he said with a smile. "By the way, could you lend me your French dictionary? I need to copy a few pages."

Judith pulled out the dictionary from her bag and handed it to him without hesitation. "Oh, sure. Here."

"Thanks, Judith," Travis said, taking it. "By the way, are you free on Saturday? Why don't we spend the day together?"

Judith's face brightened, and she nodded eagerly. "I'd love that. But we should probably hurry now," she said with a warm smile.

As they headed toward class, Travis suddenly heard his name being called. He turned to see Ms. DeWitt waving him over. He quickly told Judith he'd catch up with her later and made his way toward the teacher.

"What's up, Ms. DeWitt?" he asked as he approached her, his eyes briefly lingering on the way her red sundress hugged her curvy figure.

"I need help with something," she said with a smile. "You're not busy, are you?"

Travis shook his head. "Nope, I'm free."

"Good," she replied, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Now, follow me, dear." She turned, leading him down the hall.

Travis followed Ms. DeWitt down the hallway, his eyes glued to her with every step she took. Her figure swayed in a way that was almost mesmerizing, and Travis couldn't help but stare. Melody, fully aware of the attention she was drawing, wore a subtle smile, knowing her plan was working.

They reached the end of the hall, where she opened a door revealing a set of stairs leading to the roof. Just before the staircase was another door that opened into a spacious, dusty room cluttered with old boxes and forgotten equipment.

"Okay, I want to clean this place up and start my music club here," Ms. DeWitt explained, turning to face Travis. "All the other teachers have their own space for their clubs, but not me. It's time to change that. So, Travis, could you help me? I'll do anything within my power to repay you," she added, her voice soft yet persuasive, easily convincing him.

Travis felt a rush of excitement. He wasn't about to say no, not with the way she was making this offer. Besides, he liked the idea of being around her more often.

"Alright, I'll help," he said with a grin.

"But this won't get finished today, for sure. I don't think you'd want to get your beautiful dress dirty." His eyes lingered on her, appreciating the way the red dress clung to her.

Melody chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the compliment. "Thank you, Travis. ' Yes, watch me more.' Also, thank you so much for agreeing to help me," Ms. DeWitt said with a bright smile.

Before Travis could react, she pulled him into a tight hug, her hands slowly lowering until she gave his ass a firm squeeze. He froze as she leaned up on her tiptoes, her warm breath against his ear before she licked it teasingly.

Travis felt his mind reel. ' Damn, why are these teachers so freaky? ' he thought, struggling to keep his body under control as he resisted the urge to let his excitement show.

Melody stepped back, flashing him a playful, yet seductive smile. She bit her lower lip and cast her eyes down suggestively, the tension between them thick in the air.

"You're right, I wouldn't want to dirty these clothes," she purred, turning away and bending over in front of him.

She made sure to put on a show, her hips swaying as if they had a rhythm of their own. Travis could only stare as she picked up a box, her movement deliberate.

Melody glanced back, noticing his stunned expression, and chuckled inwardly. ' Got him, ' she thought. ' I expected a full reaction from him. Maybe he's too small for it to show.'

She stifled a laugh, imagining her next move. ' No matter, I think I'll enjoy playing with him.'

"You're so cute, Travis. I wonder if there are any girls in your class who like you," she teased with a sly chuckle.

Travis, keeping his composure, raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, keeping his tone neutral. Inside, though, he was smirking. ' She thinks she can outplay me. Nah, not happening.'

Melody shrugged, her gaze lingering on his chest. "Oh, nothing really. Just wondering how many of them can handle a guy like you. I mean, look at those muscles."

Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "I'd love for you to hold me tight and tell me everything's going to be alright... that would be ~so sexy~"

Travis chuckled, trying to hide his growing amusement. "If you say so. Who am I to argue?"

She gave him a coy nod and started walking toward the windows, her mind clearly more focused on him than where she was going. Suddenly, her foot snagged on a wire, throwing her off balance as she stumbled forward. Travis watched the scene unfold, a slow smirk curling on his lips.

'Time to finesse her,' he thought, stepping forward to "help" her up.

TO BE CONTINUED