Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 03

Trisha's shower the next day was extra long. As soon as she woke up, she felt confused, and a bit ashamed and dirty. Yesterday's encounter with Mr. Braun had been a product of panic, she had decided, panic that caused her to make a terrible decision, and nothing more. If she hadn't been so flustered, she would have realized that it was just a test, but now there was nothing to do but move on. Just move on, Trisha.

Try as she might, though, she couldn't convince herself. She had worn one of her favorite outfits to try to take her mind off of it; her comfy, lacey pink top, and her frilled white skirt that stopped just below her knees. Her friend Mandy, the sweet thing she was, had surprised her with a croissant and cappuccino in between second and third period. But nothing worked. Everything felt the exact same, and yet, somehow, it was all different. Trisha knew that nothing was wrong with her, that she was still the good girl she had always been, just a good girl who had made a bad decision. So why did she still have that lurching, weird feeling in her stomach?

Just get through the day, she told herself. The worst had been saved for last; today AP History was her final class. She quietly snuck into the class and sat in the back, unassuming, deliberately avoiding Mr. Braun's gaze. Her teacher was acting as if nothing was wrong, lecturing and teaching as usual, dressed in the same suit as always. She slunk further down in her chair, and stared at the clock. Thirty minutes left...

After what seemed like an eternity, the bell finally rang. Mr. Braun's voice was quickly drowned out by the rising chatter of the students, eager to leave for the day. Trisha bolted upright in her chair, grabbing her textbook with one hand and her backpack with the other. She stood up quickly, smoothing out the hem of her skirt, and hurried to follow the rest of the class out of the room. The cheerleader kept her head down, looking at her feet. She was only two steps from the door when she heard Mr. Braun's voice ring out above the clamor.


She flinched involuntarily as she felt his hand on her shoulder. He was smiling down at her.

"Would you mind staying a little bit late? I have something I need to discuss with you."

Trisha's stomach lurched. She looked around helplessly at the students that were walking around her, talking happily. "Um…I really have to go, Mr. Braun, I'm sorry…"

"Oh, it'll only take a few minutes. Please, I insist."


Trisha stepped out of the way to let the people behind her through the door. The cheerleader's heart pounded as she watched the rest of the students file out of the room. Mr. Braun closed the door, and with a loud clank, locked it. Trisha gulped.

"How are you feeling, Trisha?"

The cheerleader ran a hand through her long brown hair, trying to act nonchalant. "Um, I'm fine. No problem. What did you want to speak to me about?"

Mr. Braun slid his hands into his pockets and began to pace. "Well, Trisha…I've been thinking."


He turned to face her. "I've been thinking…that we should make your extra credit an ongoing thing."

Trisha's heart plummeted. A hot wave of fear blazed through her body. "Um…what…what do you mean?"

"Well, Trisha, if you'll remember, I mentioned that your grades have been slipping for a while now. One test won't change everything. You're going to need to do some more extra credit to get all those A's."

The cheerleader shifted her weight, her big brown eyes staring straight up at him, shocked and frightened. "Oh…no thank you Mr. Braun…I think I'm happy with my grades now…"

"But Trisha…you do want to pass the class, don't you?" He had stepped closer to her now, barely a foot away. His eyes were fixed on her, and a slight, evil grin was starting to trickle across his face. "You understand that you won't pass the class if you don't do this extra credit."

"W…what…?" Is he threatening me??

"That's a very pretty skirt, Trisha. I'll tell you what. I'll change this F+ for last week's homework to a C- if you take it off." His grin was wider now, leering down at the shuddering cheerleader. Her eyes widened in protest.

"An F+! Mr. Braun, you…you posted our grades on Monday, and for that assignment I –"

"No, no, Trisha. I have it right here, see?" He picked a sheet of paper off of his desk and waved it in front of her. It was her homework, and clearly printed on the top in red ink was a large F.


"Now, Trisha. I am giving you a special opportunity to fix your grade. Let's get you out of that pretty little skirt." He took a step forward now, resting a hand on her shoulder, gently squeezing it. Instinctively, the cheerleader backed up, wriggling out of his grasp. She jumped with a start as she bumped into the desk behind her.

"I'm waiting, Trisha…"

The cheerleader shuddered involuntarily. Her heart was beating so fast she thought she might collapse. Her mind was dizzy with fright. What else does he want? Does he…does he want to…fuck me? She shuddered again at the thought. All she wanted was to get a good grade. What would he do if she refused? Would he fail her? Call the principal? Tell on her?

"This is your only chance to pass the class, Trisha. Take it off."

What do I do? The cheerleader remained where she was, frozen in panic, her eyes wide and fearful. In a single instant, everything had spiraled so terribly out of control. Why is this happening? Why is he doing this to me??

"Hurry up, Trisha. I said take it off." Mr. Braun was stepping forward now, his arms extended, ready to pull her towards him.

"Wait!" Her voice rang out in the empty classroom, surprising even herself. "Wait, Mr. Braun…I mean…Joe…" Her brain spun as she grasped desperately for a way out. The door was locked, the halls outside were empty. Her teacher stopped, but he looked impatient. She knew he wouldn't wait long. Distract him. Stall him! It was her only hope.

"Please," she

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