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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 261/ 11: Schedule Change
🕑 Added 2024-06-25 10:36:05 +0000 UTCI felt my heart freeze for a moment, as I had completely forgotten about the issue last night. Then, the anger from her parents' complete lack of respect hit me again. Sarah's sad look told me that something had gone down after I left the house.
I knew it would happen to leave like that.
Oh, right, I also flashed her brother my breasts just to fuck with their family.
I guess that did not help the situation, did it?
"Angela, are you going to stand there for the entire class?" the teacher suddenly asked. I looked at the teacher, and I finally moved toward her and moved my bag to grab my things. I pulled out the assignment that I printed out yesterday, and she looked over it with a critical eye. "You were going to hand this in and pretend that others worked with you, weren't you?"
I nodded, "Yes, Teacher. I was. It has been my option to free up my personal time after school just to do everything in my own time and hand it in on your time."
I saw the teacher's eyebrow twitch. She looked down at the assignment and then at me. "Did you guess the rest of my assignments?"
"I guessed and finished them over the summer," I replied blandly. I started to hear whispers all around the classroom. "I asked students who were finishing your class and looked over their notebooks, usually after paying them. Then I got my hands on rubricks and various things and just completed them after working out over the Summer."
"Everyone, you can work on your projects. This is a free period for you all to work on your group assignments. If I hear complaints from other teachers, then I will punish you all with a bunch more homework. Now, get to work!" The teacher suddenly announced and looked at me. "Come with me," The Teacher said all of a sudden and walked past me to the door. She opened it, and I followed her out the door into the now-empty hallway.
The teacher was tapping their foot and looked lost in thought. "Angela, is this class boring to you?"
"No, why would you think that," I replied, sweating now. Teachers hated being told their classes were boring, and they would tend to grade against you if you told them as such, and I was now afraid of it.
"Okay, now don't lie about it. You have finished all my assignments, haven't you?" the teacher paused. I opened my mouth to reply, and they shook their heads. "Nope, don't answer. Me and four other teachers are all going to be going to the office now, and you are coming along with me to talk to the principal."
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, afraid.
"No," The Teacher said, shaking their head, "Just follow you in the discussion of the meeting."
I had no fucking idea what was happening.
I followed behind her like a fucking dog, confused about what was happening.
This did not feel like a car ride or a walk.
It felt like I was a dog going to the vet.
I sneered at the thoughts in my head and shook my head as I followed behind the teacher.
Something was up, and I was the center of all this attention. What had I done recently that I would be sent to the principal's office? The teacher's locker room came to mind, and everything that room had came to mind instantly, and I shivered.
OH FUCK!
I was in serious trouble if that was what it was about.
Oh no, Oh no.
Wait.
It couldn't be right.
There weren't cops here with silver bracelets.
I should get myself a pair of cop cuffs. I think I could do some fun things with Crystal and Tracy with that. I haven't had Tracy in a while, either. It would be enjoyable to enjoy her body thoroughly.
Stop getting distracted.
I was behind the teacher as we reached the principal's office, and I felt my nerves start to loosen as I did not see any cops. That was good.
That is a very good sign.
Then I looked at the others as the teacher brought me into the room and then into the principal's office. Principal Black was sitting at his desk with my other two teachers, and Mr. Trimmers and Mrs. Grendier were standing there, looking like we had just interrupted a discussion.
"Wow, I must be in serious trouble if all my teachers are in the same room discussing it like a war party," I said with a chuckle, trying to take control of the scene somehow. My nerves hit a new peak as I wondered what this was all about. The principal looked at me with a deadpan expression for a moment, and the teacher closed the door as I entered.
"Angela," Principal Black said, his voice flat before he chuckled. You are not in trouble. Please loosen up."
Yeah, fuck that.
I saw Cop Dramas. They wanted to make me lower my guard. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone in front of them all, and turned on the voice record without a care for what they thought about it. "Is this a conversation that needs my lawyer to be present?"
The principal chuckled, "No, no, no, Angela, you are not in trouble."
"Well, I am surrounded by all my teachers and coaches for an unplanned meeting first thing in the morning without any explanation," I replied with a flat voice.
That gave him pause, and he started to chuckle, and I looked him over again. It wasn't the first time that I had seen the principal recently, but he looked haggard or tired. His salt and pepper hair with a five o'clock shadow seemed to have more salt than pepper today. His muscles were still full and visible through his black suit's undershirt. "I did not think of that, Angela. Then, let me get to the point. I have been talking to your teachers, or more like one of your teachers started to talk to me, and I talked to your past teachers."
"Not making this any lighter for me," I quipped as my nerves were getting to me.
"Please, let me finish before you interject." The Prinipal said and sighed, "I get it your nervous, just give me a minute." He took another deep breath, "Angela, I have been looking at your academic record and talked to your past teachers. Frankly, you exceed expectations all around. You have constantly completed the work before even the teachers have noticed, and I would love to see your old notebooks. But that is beside the point. I was talking to your coaches, and I noticed the only thing in your schedule that isn't academic is the gym. Constantly, I talked to the Janitor who opens the school in the mornings. You run laps around the field almost every day, even more than the athletes that have been scouted." I nodded in silence and looked around, "Your second class teacher talked to me, and after asking around, I have to ask. What is your goal in life, Angela?"
"Olympics, I just learned recently that I am allowed to compete as an Intersex woman, so I would like to become an athlete."
"Your academic record makes you a viable candidate for even a doctorate. I know your biology class is next semester, but your marks have been honestly astounding now that I look into them." The principal looked into my eyes, and I shrugged.
"Doctor is a nice profession. But honestly, school sucks, I don't want to spend, like nine years to be in a profession that works their balls off. I also don't care for being a pharmacist and having the drug companies try and suck me off to make me use their drugs." I shrugged, "Then there is a lawyer, which I have no interest in being a politician. A judge or a lawyer leaves that to the lawyers who want to do it. If I go into engineering, it would bore me to pieces. I like moving my body around, and I like Volleyball, and the Acedmenics was a backup plan because," I shifted in spot, "I had no hope in being an athlete, or I thought I couldn't be one since I was misinformed."
My anger at my parents for lying to me returned, and I wanted to sneer. No, I almost felt a need to sneer and show my anger toward them, but I suppressed my anger. I looked at the principal. I shrugged, "Even now, I am wearing two hundred and thirty pounds of weights before talking about my backpack to assist me in muscle building and stamina." I shrugged again, trying to make light of the situation. "I like sports; I want to be an Olympian."
The room went silent, and Mrs. Grendier chuckled. The principal smiled and shook his head, "So much for her being a Harvard graduate."
"Why the fuck would I ever go to such a pretentious university?" I asked, my voice filled with contempt, "Nah, I would not go to an Ivy League school. I was thinking Horizon, to be honest. I," I paused and I looked at Mrs. Grendier, "I want to join Alex and make a Beach Volleyball team together and join their Volleyball team, that was why I asked about it the other day."
"What if I told you, Anglea, that I am willing to help you?" The principal said.
"What?"
"I, and your teachers, want to help you. I plan on talking to your teachers next semester, but have you finished your coursework?" The principal asked.
"Y- Yeah," I said, feeling out of my depth and odd.
"Well, I think Mrs. Grendier and Mr. Trimmers are interested in pushing you to your limits and seeing if you can be all that you can be. So, as long as you pass all your exams, they will give you a Solid four-point zero for your grade. You can take that anywhere, and they will push you in the sports that you decide to go into."
I looked at him stupidly for a minute, and I felt my eyes start to water. "W- What?"
"I want to be your coach and see if your ambitions are real." Mr. Trimmers said, "I want to help you in your running."
"I want to see what a monster you will be on the volleyball court." Mrs. Grendier said with a grin.
Tears were streaming down my face, and I had no idea what to say. I looked at the teachers all around me, smiling, but my first-period Teacher and I were stunned. "Y- You're not lying to me, right?" I asked, "N- no one has been this nice to me in the past." I gasped, "No, you have to be lying. I must be dreaming. It must be Sunday. This week has been too weird for this to be real," I said. My head was spinning, and the tears were flooding. "No, No, you all must be lying. I- I c-"
"Angela, I am being serious with you," Principal Black said loudly, regaining my attention as I felt the world was that stupid haze when you cry. My eyes were hurting, and I sniffed as snot built up in my nose. "Seriously, Angela, I cannot believe we had such an athlete in our school we did not know about. We want to see how far you can go."
My head was in a fog.
I could not believe it.
I opened and closed my mouth.
Nothing came out, and the taste of salty tears entered my mouth.
I had no idea how long I sat there just crying. I felt like they must be lying to me. There was no way that this could be happening. Maybe, Maybe, Jake did successfully rape me all those weeks ago and left me for dead, and I was in the final gasps of life, and my brain was making things up.
But that would not make sense for everyone else.
"Just say yes, Angela. For now, we will move forward and pull you out of your classes so you can focus on becoming a full-time athlete. It's not like you haven't already finished the classes. Also, the teachers can prepare notes for you if you need to study before the exam."
"Y-Yes, Please," I said, my mind feeling overwhelmed. The world felt like it was tilting, and tears continued to fall without stopping.
"You okay?" Principal Black asked.
"Y—yeah, I—please give me a minute," I said through the tears, wiped my eyes, and closed my eyes. It was too sudden, and the happiness hit me like a truck. I had never had anyone really believe in me.
When it happened, it overwhelmed me.
No, I had people believe in me, but not to this extent.
The need to rationalize my feelings was immense as they swept me in turmoil, and I took several deep breaths. I took my time and closed the world around me off as best as I could. I lost track of time; I just felt myself breathing in and out. I needed the steadiness. "Yeah," I said once more, calming down. I needed to get back in control, and I felt my heart harden as I thought about why they were doing this.
I needed to understand why they would do this.
They all stood to gain a lot if I was successful, and my grades already excelled.
But then again, they would still gain little.
No, it doesn't matter, does it?
I looked at them and realized I had been leaning on the wall. "Thank you. I love the grind, so I will do my best," I said, finally firm again. "Do you have a schedule in mind for me?"
"Yup, I have a blank First period. I want to train you in the morning, and Mrs. Grendier will continue in the afternoon as she has been. The teachers here will then have notes for your classes, and you can study a week before the exams to get it all done. We will have those notes for you weekly. Does that work for you?" Mr. Trimmers spoke up, and I looked at him.
"I thought you did football in the morning."
"I do, second period."
"Oh," I replied, surprised, thinking again. "So you want me to show up in the morning like normal, then I have the middle of the day off, and in the evening, I am back to work?"
"Rest is just as important, Angela." Mrs. Grendier spoke in turn. "We can't just shove all we know into you without rest. You will be free for the second and third periods. All of us have agreed to this after talking to each other in a meeting yesterday. We want you to succeed, Angela. We have," Mrs. Grendier paused and took a deep breath. "Honestly, both Mr. Trimmers and I have seriously messed up not noticing you, and this is a form of atonement for me. I feel guilty I did not notice such a talent under my nose. You should have had three years more hard work under us. Now that we noticed," She stared at me, "I am not going to let you idle anymore."
"I actually feel the same way," Mr. Trimmers said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I looked at your past records and aced you in your first-year classes. I did not even notice you or pressure you, or even ask you if you were interested. I just assumed that you were not interested; otherwise, you would have asked or joined a team."
I could see both their guilt and realized it might be warranted. I might have been ignorant, but no one, until this year, even asked me why I had never joined a club despite my abilities.
Was I being arrogant?
I stood, looked at them both, and sighed again. Then I smiled, "I will do my best. Please have this all written up, and I will send it to my lawyer to have it recorded along with my phone recording."
"Wait, you have a lawyer?" Principal Black asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I do." I said, looking at him, "I have various reasons to need some, but I want all of this in writing. A person told me not long ago that nothing works better than written and signed words from all of you. Just to protect myself and my future."
"No problem, Angela. How about you take the day off school and get your mind together again?" Principal Black said with a soft smile, "You look worn out."
I opened my mouth to refute, but I nodded instead and I sighed. "Maybe you're right; I feel a bit overwhelmed." I turned to Mr. Trimmers. Where do you want to see me tomorrow morning?"
"How about the Teacher's locker room?"
Mentally, I froze, trying not to lose the smile on my face, which just became fake as hell. "How about in the gym? I think it would be weird to meet you in the locker room. Or maybe out in the field?"
Mr. Trimmers blushed, "I did not mean it like that," Mr. Trimmers said quickly, "I meant outside the teacher's locker room since you use it for the gym. But you're right; I will meet you at my office in the morning?"
"That works," I said, pretending to chuckle as I felt like my back was sweating. "I am going to go."
I finished, turned, and paused at the door, "Should I still wear my school uniform?" I asked at the door.
"No, you can just show up in workout clothes. Although," Mr. Trimmers said with a smile, "I will get you a running top for competitions so you can get used to it."
"Thanks," I said, opened the door, and walked out of the principal's office, my emotions raging. I walked out into the hallway, my mind thankfully blank. I walked to the school's doors, and I stepped out into the cold day. I felt the first drops of water fall from the sky, making me look up. I did not notice that it was about to rain this morning.
The cool wind blew my hair back, and I walked out of the school, my mind completely blank, not understanding what just happened.
I only had one thought in my head as I walked down the road.
I want to see Crystal.
Comments
Justin "Johnist" Johanson
Chapter 261/ 11, not 260/ 10
Shamim
Good work, that's why I like this novel, it has emotions and sex and great storytelling. JUST PERFECT 🥰
Curtis1122
Love this! Exited to see the story develop
Czelphaghor
That's some amazing development for Angela, I love it
