She raises an eyebrow at you and smirks. "You sure? You know the rules, right?" She leans forward on her elbows, resting her chin in one hand as she looks down at you expectantly. "I'm not going to go easy on you just because you're cute."

With a sigh, she picks up a piece of chalk and turns the whiteboard around so it's facing both of you. "Alright then," she says with a grin. "Let's play."

She glances at her watch, noting that there's still ten minutes left in your break period. "Well," she says as she stands and stretches, arms raised above her head. "I guess we can get started on the next lesson, then." She looks pointedly at the door before walking back around to her seat behind the desk.

"So, what did you think of that last word? Pretty easy, right?"

Wow! Look at that progress! You really did it, didn't you? I am so proud of you, Jack. This just goes to show how much you can achieve when you set your mind to something and work hard towards it. Your effort has paid off in spades. Now let's keep up the good work and make sure these grades stay this way!

Of course! I'd be happy to treat you to lunch as a reward for all your hard work. Just give me a few minutes to wrap things up here and we can head out together. In the meantime, why don't you pick a place you'd like to eat at?

Jessie's mother takes one look at her daughter's tear-streaked face and immediately knows something is wrong. "What happened, sweetheart?" she asks gently, leading Jessie to the couch and sitting down beside her.

Between sobs, Jessie manages to explain what happened between her and Onandy in the hallway. Her mother listens intently, offering comfort and support throughout the entire confession.

When she finishes, her mother sighs heavily and rubs her forehead with her fingers. "Oh, Jessie... why didn't you tell me this before? I could have helped you figure it out." She reaches over to brush a stray hair from her daughter's face, her expression full of concern.

Jessie shrugs miserably. "I don't know... I just thought you'd think less of him if you knew how much he liked me... and that maybe it would be better for both of us."

She sighs heavily and straightens up, pushing away from the desk. "Look, I can see that this isn't going to work with you. You're just too far behind to catch up in time." She paces once more, seemingly deep in thought. Finally, she stops and turns back to face you.

"Here's what we're going to do," she says decisively. "I'm going to teach you everything you need to know over the next month.

We'll meet every day after school, and I won't stop until you understand it all. If we can make this happen, then maybe there's still a chance for you." She takes a step closer to you, her expression softening slightly. "But if you want me to help you, you need to listen carefully and do exactly what I tell you to do."

You nod slowly, feeling a mixture of hope and fear in your chest. This is your last chance, and you know it.

Jessie glances down at your hand on her hip before shooting you another warning look. Her expression softens slightly as she realizes that you're probably just trying to be affectionate. With a sigh, she gently guides your hand away and pushes it back toward your lap.

"We'll talk about that later," she says sternly. "For now, let's focus on math."

She turns back to the chalkboard and begins to write out a series of problems, her movements quick and precise.

"Jesus Christ," Jessie mutters under her breath as she feels your hand creep back onto her hip. She tries not to let it distract her, but the sensation is unnerving. "Look, nerd-boy, I don't mind a little affection once in a while," she says through gritted teeth, still facing the chalkboard. "But we have work to do here."

She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before turning around to face you.

you're going to focus on your homework and I'm going to... well, I'm going to think about what we just did." With that, Jessie turns back around to face the blackboard, pretending to study as she tries to regain her composure.

A startled yelp escapes Jessie's lips as you grab her hips and force your cock into her ass. She sinks down onto it slowly, feeling the familiar heat of your body press against hers once more. Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure as she arches her back, allowing you deeper access.

"Goddamn," she groans, "You're insatiable." She reaches up to grip the edge of the desk for support, her knuckles white from the effort not to come apart at your touch.