The next day in class...
Greg waited and waited, his heart pounding for the inevitable. Juri was not a liar and whatever she had planned... he didn't want to think about but just couldn't help himself. The state that Juri was in was something he has never seen before... that "state" being boredom.
Unsurprisingly Juri didn't show up to homeroom again, homeroom being the only actual class that, Greg had shared with his nightmare of a schoolmate. What was also unsurprising was Juri's late and loud entrance to said class... It was about to begin; he could feel it and with a smirk from Juri's face she had confirmed it.
"Juri please! Enough with the noise... I'm trying to do my job." With that, the teacher had wiped that smirk off of Juri's face.
Juri walked up to the teacher’s desk. "Look... I get what you're trying to do, everyone in this class does but... well... You might be the teacher but your place is below me. I’m thinking I might need to remind you, along with everyone else of that fact."
Juri then grabbed the teacher's tie and pulled him towards her. "What do you have to say about that?"
"...Sorry, Ms. Han." Juri eased her grip and the teacher sat back in his chair.
"Apology accepted, use that tone again in front of the class... or anywhere and I'll rip off that stupid mustache, shove it up your ass, and you will be shitting hair for a week." The teacher simply nodded.
“I finally want to try this whole learning thing out again and he gives me shit. I’m a guest, right?” Juri asked the rest of the class.
Juri walked over to an empty desk and gave it a hard thrust kick into the classroom corner shattering it. “I know it’s been a while but I can’t believe you guy removed my seat from the room as if you didn’t think I’d come back. Where, oh where can I sit down? What are we going to do?” Juri in Greg’s direction.
“Hey Greg let me borrow your desk.” Embarrassed, Greg got up out of his chair and moved away.
“Now all we need is a chair, by the way, sorry for the wait, gramps. You’ll be teaching in a sec because my bitch has more functions than a swiss army knife.” Greg looked down on the ground at Juri’s chair. She pointlessly destroyed her desk but her chair was fine, knocked sideways by her desk… but she knew that. Greg didn’t waste any time, it was obvious what she wanted. He had done it a couple times before, just not this public.
Greg got onto his hands and knees in front of his desk. Juri quickly sat on his back and kicked her boots onto his desk. “Seats a little low and boney but good enough. Go ahead teach and continue.”
The blatant disrespect made it a struggle to just go back to what the teacher was doing. “I said continue…” Juri repeated, this time as a warning.
With that the teacher turned around towards the blackboard and returned to what he was preparing to talk about, turning a blind eye to what was happening in his classroom.
Greg, not for one second, expected his teacher to actually do anything but that still didn’t stop him from hating him. Hating the gutlessness, adults were supposed to be better than this.
“Holy shit this is so damn boring!” Juri heckled out, not even 5 minutes into the lesson.
Juri got off of Greg which was fortunate because those 5 minutes were killing his back. Juri’s attention span helping out as it always does. “Hey slave boy, get on your knees, lay those hands on your thighs and look up. Up toward that ceiling.”
Oh no… “…No.”
Juri looked down with a serious cold look. “No?” Juri dared Greg to say it again.
“…Please, no. Juri please… not here.”
“This is the breaking point huh, Greggy? I’m going to have a blast crushing it. Do what I told you right now.”
“I… I!” Greg sputtered out.
The entire class looked at Greg, including the teacher, waiting for Greg’s move…
 indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 Burakku Howaito (UN: burakkuhowaito at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Burakku Howaito has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author