Paper Airplane part 2

Fast forwarding two years, I was blessed with immaculate good luck when I got the same chemistry teacher as the one I had before and let me tell you something, it sure as hell wasn't smooth sailing despite what everybody else might think.

Everything was fine for the first few months, she already knew me from 6th so I was preferred over the rest, but who knew, that well-liked boy would become a laughing stock just because of past encounters

Initially, it wasn't prominent and all seemed great, we had forgotten our past misfortunes and moved on, being quite close over the period but soon that turned into suspicion when one fine day, I went up to her for some work I had to get checked and she laughed it off. "You don't need to get it checked, you're the best student here anyway" were the exact words that came out of her mouth which made me ponder, what happened to that old grumpy lady who threw my notebook just because I didn't do my work? But why worry about that when you get special treatment right?

Soon that turned into misfortune as she started misusing her authority over me to get her work done and the funniest part is, she didn't even try to hide it. She started making me do her chores and even blatantly called me out in front of the entire class treating them like peasants compared to me. After a point of time, things took a weird turn as she started making jokes about me in front of the entire class I kid you not, every joke she made was an explicit one but all we could do was laugh it off at that time.

Then came the day when things started getting out of hand. She called me up and started hitting on me in front of the entire class hoping she'd get a reaction out of peer pressure, she ran her hands through my forearms, and brushed them against my biceps, trying to feel them up. I was uncomfortable, not just because she was *touching* me but also because everybody was seeing her do that and all they did was stare in awe.

I didn't make much of a scene at that time and brushed it off myself but when she saw me question her actions, it took her further astray as she started doing the same thing with my best friend, as if to make me feel jealous. We talked about it often as to how she was an obnoxious pervert trying to get in our pants and discussed how we would play along with her for the time being just to make sure she had no idea that we were laying a trap.

Phones weren't allowed inside the school premises back in those days but we sneaked them inside anyway. We turned the voice recorder on every time we had our chemistry period, just to catch her in the act. A few days passed and we had no evidence, no proof to explain what she was doing to us, we had almost given up on our hunt when that golden day arrived.

It was a chilly winter morning, everybody had their hands and feet stuffed inside cardigans, sweaters, and blazers trying to heat themselves. My friend and I wore blazers to school as they had an extra pocket on the inner right sleeve, working perfectly to hide our rattrap.

She called us both at the same time, the voice recorder was ready, we walked up and stood just beside her desk, waiting for her to smell the cheese and get dragged into the trap, he leaned over her desk to indicate throwing himself at her and waited for her to take the bait. I stood in front of her desk with the phone in my pocket recording every word exchanged during the conversation.

She started to make her usual jokes about how his hands were great and how he had a nice figure and kept on going. Then she called him cute and suggested taking off the blazer as he'd have trouble doing experiments in them. She proceeded to run her hands over his shirt across his belly feeling him up and told him how he had nice abs and how she'd never come across a student with such a build before. Understandably so, he started wavering from the plan, removed his hands from the desk, and coupled them together to cover his core. Little did he know, that was going to be his biggest mistake as she got flustered, realizing she'd gone too far. Trying to justify herself, she went to grab him by his hands, and guess what, his hands weren't the first thing she touched as she ended up grabbing his d*ck instead. Both equally confused as to what we should do, he thrashed her arm down and asked me if I got the video. Being completely clueless, I forgot that I had the voice recording turned on and asked him, "What video?" But that worked in my favor instead as he realized that she couldn't know about the phone whatever the cost may be because phones weren't allowed in school and it would be even worse if she saw us trying to record it.

The most astonishing part was that she didn't even flinch, she went on to hold his hand and acted like it was a perfectly normal mistake, and went on with her devious perversion. I was next, but we both knew that I couldn't afford to get caught with the phone so we tried to talk our way out of it, and successfully did we do so.

Having concrete proof of what she did, we were both pretty content that our plan had worked and we complained about it to the higher authorities later. Finally, after months of enduring her, it all came to an end after she resigned as our chemistry teacher mid-semester and we never heard from her ever again.

The entire incident, engraved in my mind was one of the funniest yet worst chapters of my schooling life.