Thread: Robert's Rules (Potatolord and skittish_butterfly)

Eve glared at the traitor, Jennifer. Like it was all Eve's fault! If Jennifer passed this class it couldn't have been by much, Eve knew, because she had looked at her paper during a lot of the tests and knew her answers were pretty similar most of the time, so... But with everyone eyeballing her suddenly, Eve had to keep quiet. Everyone was watching her and grumbling as Mr. Robert went into his robot impersonation, putting everyone to sleep. Eve tried to focus, knowing her passing depended on it, and apparently the whole class as well, not getting a weekend until she came through the way Mr. Robert expected. The loud voice shocked her and she realized she, along with half the class, had just about dozed off. She sat suddenly alert, her pulse pounding from the surprise of his outburst. Still a little out of it, she heard what he said but couldn't believe it. It was kind of barbaric actually, the kind of thing they did in Saudi Arabia when they weren't chopping people's heads off or whatever. Making her stand on the desk in front of everybody? It was like waterboarding, it was unpatriotic, a violation of her rights. If the papers got wind of... But she kept quiet. Because whatever she thought about it, she would fail if he wasn't satisfied. With everybody watching, she stood up. She looked around, making it clear she was taking names for future revenge against anybody who laughed. She didn't even have to say anything, her eyebrows did all the talking. Then she turned back at Mr. Roberts and gave him a whatever shrug, kind of glaring at him, but playing along because she needed this. She climbed up on the chair, holding onto the back as best she could so she wouldn't lose her balance in the fancy low heels, thank heavens she wasn't wearing the really elegant ones, it was Friday after all. She could feel the breeze of the AC in the room making her skirt swirl a little, and her hands immediately grabbed the material and held it still against her thighs. Geek boy sitting next to her looked disappointed and stopped staring up at her legs. That was when things got strange. She wondered if her mom had put new soap in the shower or something, maybe some kind of new allergy she didn't know about? She felt an itch, only it was more than an itch. It was... it was right there between her legs, like where the stupid pervert panties were laying against her. Even glared at the teacher. Her hands, bunched up on the fabric of her skirt to keep from showing herself off to the class seated near her suddenly yearned to rub and scratch, anything to stop the crazy sensation, almost burning on her skin. She started hopping slightly back and forth from one foot to the other trying to stop herself from thinking about it, trying to fight off the urge to just stick her hand inside her skirt and get some relief, right in front of the class. She thought it couldn't get worse, but she was wrong. She yelped and everyone looked at her again, and now there were a few snickers. Her dark black hair whipped around as she turned and almost fell, trying to see who had laughed at her. There it was again and she gave a little gasp. What the hell? Her skin was on fire in a way she couldn't possibly put out in front of everybody, and now it was like the panties were buzzing worse than her mom's massage wand. She started to turn back to the teacher, not wanting her friends and classmates to see her like this, her cheeks burning. Eve started to step down, ready to run out of the room, but Mr. Robert gave her such a look she knew he really meant to fail her. Seriously? Didn't he realize sometimes you have to make exceptions? Her eyes said please, please, please, and his said absolutely not. So she stood there, starting to sweat, breathing faster and feeling like she was coming to life in ways a girl really shouldn't while sitting in class, and especially not while standing up in front of everybody. She tried to slink back down into her chair, but a cough from Mr. Robert made it clear that wasn't an option if she wanted to pass. She had no choice, just standing there. What's that in the back, is that, is that free pizza? A few dweebs actually turned to look, but not enough that she could reach between her legs and go to work on herself, not sure now whether she would scratch or stroke herself even if she could. But for the moment all she could do was suffer with the sensations, helpless to do anything about them, sweating and starting to gasp in a way that was starting to make some of the girls she looked down on the most giggle at her. She would get her revenge, but for the moment she couldn't even really think of who was laughing, all she could think about was the buzzing and burning between her legs, and the feeling of a classroom full of eyes staring at her and gawking. She had never been more miserable.