Vampire High II (Damon/Effie)
Effie sighed as she leaned back slightly in her seat, absently reaching up to rub her sore shoulder. She leaned forward again as the bell rang, her long red pigtail sliding onto her desk as she stared at the board, waiting for her new history teacher. She hurt all over from being slammed into a very hard brick wall and wanted nothing more then to curl up in bed with a bottle of pain pills...but nooo, she had to be a ‘normal’ girl.
She let her head fall face first onto the desk, groaning softly.
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Damon walked into the classroom and set a bag down on the table. “Good morning, class,” he said, scanning the room to make sure the girl in the picture was actually in the room. He noticed her there and then he turned around, walking over to the black board. “My name is Damon Salvatore,” he said, writing his name on the board in chalk and then, dusting his hands, he turned back to his class.
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A red-head next to Effie shot her hand up into the air, at the same time nudging Effie violently in the ribs.
“Owe, bitch,” Effie groaned, sitting up, slapping at the redhead. “Stahp it!”
“Wake up!”
“Don’t wanna, can’t make me,” Effie said, her head falling back on the desk.
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“Yes?” Damon asked the red-head who shot her hand up.
He looked at Effie and then back to her. “Is there a problem here?” he asked. He looked at the roll sheet, pretending he didn’t know her name. “Miss Nashton, do you have a problem giving this class your full attention?” he asked.
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“Are you single?” Duela asked, batting her eyelashes at him.
Effie peeked up. “You have my full attention,” she said, before muttering under her breath. “Demon teacher...should be in bed resting and healing, but nooo…”
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“That doesn’t really have anything to do with history. But yes, I am single,” he said.
“Good, I’m glad,” he said. “Because I thought the best way for me to see how much all of you know is to surprise you with a pop quiz,” he said, pulling a stack of papers out of his bag and handing them to the first person in the row. “Pass these around for me, please,” he said.
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“No, but it fascinates me,” Duela said, smirking.
Effie glared at Damon’s back, snatching her test from the student, huffing again. She finished in record time, putting her head back down, allowing her eyes to happily close, hoping to sleep soon.
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“But not relevant,” he said to Duela.
Damon sat and watched his students as they took the test. He pulled out some detention slips and wrote one out, standing up and walking over to her desk, setting it down on her table. “Five minutes everyone,” he said.
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“Oh come on, I finished the test, why do I have detention?!” she exploded, tired, sore and now highly pissed off. It wasn’t fair!
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“I require people to not sleep in my class,” he said, walking back to his desk and taking a seat again.
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“Would help if you gave us the rules,” she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest, kicking her feet.
Later that day, Effie stomped into the room, sitting in her seat and pulling out her homework, making sure to slam each book loudly.
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Good afternoon, Effie,” he said, smiling at her. He wasn’t bothered by her slamming her books closed loudly.
He started to correct the tests he had passed out, heading down, chewing on a pen.
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She ignored him, even looking the other way as she took her seat, opening her book and not looking at him as she chewed on the pen...really, not looking.
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Damon glanced at her for a moment. “Is something the matter” he asked.
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She huffed, ignoring him still, kicking her feet as she worked on her chemistry homework, biting her lip, worrying at it as she tried to do the equation she needed for the reaction from the earlier experiment.
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“It is polite to answer someone when they ask you a question, unless you would rather have detention for the rest of the week,” he said.
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“I am trying to ignore you so that I can happily finish off detention without getting into trouble for yelling at you.”
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“Do you have some sort of issue with me being your teacher?” he asked.
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“No, I have a problem with you being mean, not with you being my teacher.”
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“And just how was I mean to you?” he asked.
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“You weren’t letting me sleep! And you gave me detention even though I aced that test and just wanted a nap!”
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“And do you think it’s a good idea for me to let you sleep in class?” he asked. “I let you away with it, and what do you think everyone else in the class starts to do?”
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She tilted her head, pouting at him. “I’m the best student in this class, far above number two, so yes, I think I should be given some breaks.”
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“You want me to give you special treatment?” he asked. “Isn’t fair to the other students, and will lead to complaints.”
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“So? I still deserve it more than they do. I sa..er, work hard at night.”
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“Doing what, exactly?” he asked.
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“A job...I would assume you know what that is…”
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“You having a job should not interfere with your ability to stay awake in class, and if it is, you should quit that job,” he said.
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“Yeah, not going to happen. I’d quit school first. Can I go yet? I have cheerleading practice.”
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Damon shook his head at her. “Fine, go, don’t let me get in the way of your far more important life than showing some respect,” he said.
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“I show respect to those who earn it,” she said, gathering her books and flouncing out of the room. She stood in the hallway, staring towards the gym where practice was before groaning as all of her aches hit her at once. “Soo not happening,” she muttered, instead heading up the stairs to her room, eager to just...fade away from the pain.
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Damon watched her go and pulled out his phone. He dialed a numbed and left Edward a voicemail that his daughter was a brat and this was going to be harder than he had thought before packing up and leaving the classroom, heading to his own bedroom.
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Effie stripped down to her bra and tiny lace boyshorts, flopping face first into the bed. Her body was one giant bruise, including several spots that looked like handprints across her arms and hips. She whimpered in pain, shifting as Duela entered the room.
“I got these from Rob...he said they’ll work like a miracle,” the girl said, setting an unmarked bottle next to Effie, ruffling the girl’s hair before leaving the room to head back to her sparring match with the Boy Wonder.
Effie stared at the bottle, sticking her tongue out at the bat symbol before opening it and taking a few of the pills dry, falling back on the bed again, sleep claiming her as the pain faded.
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Damon leaned against a door to her room and closed his eyes, getting inside her head as she slept, showing her an image of him in a bubble filled bathtub, completely naked, covered only by the bubbles. He smirked at her. “Care to join me?” he asked.
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Effie screamed, covering her eyes. “Bad girl hell, bad girl hell,” she repeated, trying to wish herself into a different dream where her desires didn’t condemn her. She peeked out, and then hid again. “Oh come on, that always works when I dream of Tim!”
She was bright red from her head to her pink and sparkly toes, her breath coming quickly from both arousal and hyperventilating.
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Damon stood up from the bubbles and walked over to her. “Come on, get in. I don’t want to be lonely,” he said.
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“Oh god, put pants on…” she whimpered as she heard him stand. “This is not good, God is going to strike me down right here…”
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“I’m a little wet for that,” he said, smirking at her. He stepped closer to her. “Why would God strike you down?” he asked.
In the real world, he slowly opened the door to her bedroom and tore open his wrist, and slowly started to get a few drops trickle into her open mouth. In a blur of speed he was outside her room again.
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“You’re not the only one,” she muttered under her breath, lower than a human could hear, but not a vampire. “Because I’m having a sex dream! Good girls don’t have those!” she said, louder.
Effie shifted in her slip as the drops hit her tongue, moaning softly, a hand sliding down her healing stomach, the bruises fading away to reveal toned, tan skin.
Back in the dream, she shivered. “Something just felt really good…”
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He smirked, hearing what she had said. “It can feel even better,” he said, standing right in front of her and sliding a hand between her legs to tease her clit.
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“Whoa, hands, in places...I could have swore I said no...this is rape, I’m calling...well no one, this is a dream…” she whimpered, her body moving without her conscious desire, teeth biting into her lip. “I’m going to hell…” she whined.
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“If it’s a dream then you can’t control it, and it’s not actually happening so God can’t get angry. Your virginity with be retained. But your mind is telling you you want to get a little down and dirty and I’m here to oblige,” he said, pushing two fingers inside her.
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“I’m not a virgin,” she muttered, lying through her teeth, blushing harder. “And I’m supposed to be able to control my dreams, I'm trained in lucid dreaming...this isn’t supposed to be happening if I don’t want it…”
She frowned, turning that over in her mind. Maybe her training had failed? It didn’t the night before last...but she was still new…
She cried out as he pushed two fingers into her, whimpering desperately. “Oh...fragle...she whimpered, trying not to curse. Her hips started moving against him more, instinctively fucking herself on his fingers.
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“Then perhaps it’s time to admit that you do want this,” he said, leaning in and kissing along her neck.
He started to work his fingers in and out of her. He curled his fingers inside her to hit her sweet spot, wanting to make her all kinds of worked up.
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“Don’t…” she whimpered, but it was faint, weak, her resolve crumbling. It was just a dream after all…
She cried out, gasping his name as he curled his fingers, clinging to him desperately, panting hard. She couldn’t believe the feelings running through her body and now understood why Duela fucked every guy she came across.
In reality, Effie was squirming on the bed, whimpering, her fists curling against the sheets of her bed.
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He fucked her with his fingers, hitting that spot inside her over and over again, wanting to make her come.
In reality, he could hear Effie whimpering in her room and he was starting to get aroused. He was going to need some alone time after this.
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“Oh god, oh god, oh god…” Effie whimpered, before crying out his name, coming hard in his arms.
In her bed, Effie whimpered his name, squirming more, gasping softly as her body shuddered before settling down.
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He rode out her orgasm with his fingers and then he slowly removed them, licking his fingers clean.
Damon leaned his head against the wall outside her bedroom, trying to ignore the increasing bulge in his pants for the moment.
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“Ew,” she said, making a face as he licked his fingers. “Those were...places.” she was still panting slightly, holding onto him as her legs felt to weak to support herself. “I can’t believe I just...and with a teacher!”
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Damon smirked at her. “You taste good,” he said. “Naughty, but I bet you crave a little naughtiness.” He lifted her up into his arms and started to carry her into his bedroom, laying her down on the bed. “You should rest,” he said.
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“Why should I rest?” she asked, curious.
“You know, I could tell the administration,” Duela said, leaning against the wall next to Damon. “After all, teachers, especially male ones, aren’t supposed to be in the dorm…” She smirked, a cat like grin on her too red lips.
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Damon hadn’t noticed her approaching and his eyes snapped to hers. “You wouldn’t do that, would you?” he asked.
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“Mm, I might keep it a secret...for a price,” she said, her green eyes slowly traveling over him. “Won’t even tell the little prude.”
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“And just what is your price?” he asked. He had a feeling he knew, but he wanted to hear her actually say it.
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“Mm, how about I take care of your little bulge for you...and you can pretend I’m the little prude you’re so interested in,” she said, moving closer. “But only if your quick, I was supposed to be getting my bag.”
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“And just what makes you think that I’m interested in anyone?” he asked, raising his eyebrows slightly at her.
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“You’re staring at Effie in her tiny panties as if she was water and you’ve been in the desert for a year,” Duela said, rolling her eyes. --
“I have no idea where you are getting any of this from,” he said.
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“Right, well then I guess I’m going to stop by administration before I leave,” she said with a shrug, slipping silently into the room to pick up her gym back, slipping out with the same silent steps, heading for the dorm stairs.
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“Wait,” he said, reaching out for her arm. “You have yourself a deal.”
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“Good,” she said, dropping the bag. She turned, jumping on him, long legs wrapping around him, kissing him. “Now hurry up before my ride wonders what I’m doing besides flirting with Effie.”
In the room behind them, Effie shifted again, moaning softly, her own mind taking over as Damon’s control was lost.
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He leaned in and kissed her back deeply. “Where is your room?” he asked. He needed to get them out of the corridor after all.
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She pointed behind him with a smirk...back towards the room Effie was currently in. “We’re roommates,” she said. “Care to see how well those pain pills keep her knocked out?”
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He looked back at the room. “Sure,” he said, walking inside the room and crashing onto the bed with Duela. He kissed her hungrily, getting inside Effie’s mind again and letting her see him with Duela in her dream.
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“Kinky,” Duela said as she was carried back into the room, kissing him back eagerly, quickly stripping out of her workout clothes.
Effied wrinkled her nose as she saw Damon and Duela on his bed. “I don’t like this dream anymore…”
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The scene in Effie’s head shifted to it being her and Damon.
He moved back to strip off his own clothes, soon standing before her naked before he got back on the bed with her.
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“Okay...better…” Effie said, blushing brightly, leaning up to kiss Damon, sweet and hesitantly.
Duela moaned, sliding her hands over his chest. “Knew you’d be gorgeous,” she purred, spreading her legs. “Fuck me, Mr. Salvatore…”
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He moved himself into position and slowly slid himself inside her. He lowered his head, kissing her deeply, letting Effie believe he was doing this to her.
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“Mm, fuck that feels good,” Duela said, wrapping her legs around him, pushing up against him eagerly.
Effie whimpered, clinging to him. “Oh gods, oh gods…”
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He started to move inside her, hard and deep, giving her what he had a feeling she wanted from him.
In her head, Damon was moving slow and deep inside Effie.
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“Fuck, that’s it...nice and hard...a little faster would be more helpful though…”
“Oh…” Effie gasped. “That’s...not how Duela described this...good…”
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He smirked at her and started to move faster inside her.
“And how did she describe it?” he asked Effie in her dream.
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“Mm, so good...fuck you’re good, I’m glad I walked in on you.”
“Fast...messy...painful…”
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He grinned at Duela and moved his mouth to press kisses along her neck as he moved faster and deeper inside her.
“It’s nothing like that,” he told Effie.
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“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Duela moaned, rolling them over so that she was bouncing on him, groaning.
“Really, really? Then what’s it like?”
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He gripped her hips, bucking up against her in time with her movements.
“It’s an intensely pleasurable feeling,” he said.
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“Mmm, I do love a man with big cock,” Duela moaned, her hips rocking against him eagerly.
“Oh yeah?” Effie asked, biting her lip. “Prove it,” she said, blushing harder.
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“Mmm, then I’m sure that you just love me,” he said, hands cupping her breasts and rubbing them firmly.
He moved inside her a little faster, hand sliding between them to tease her clit. “How is that?” he asked.
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“Oh very much Duela said with a grin, her short red hair flying as she bounced on him, gasping. “So good...your cock is the best I’ve had this week…”
“Oh!” Effie gasped, arching against him.
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“Only all week?” he asked. “That’s disappointing.” He was used to being the best.
He moved inside Effie in time with the movement of his hand on her clit, determined to drive her crazy.
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“Mmm, I see you haven’t met the boy’s school football coach. Cock the size of my fist...crap fuck though, came within seconds. I had to use my vibrator after he left.”
Effie whimpered and squirmed under him, crying out his name as she first experienced pleasure. “Oh gods…”
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“Well, no use having a big cock if you don’t know how to use it,” he said, bucking up as he said it.
He felt her come but he continued to move inside her.
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“Mmm, very true,” she said, bouncing on him, tightening around him. “And you definitely know how to use it.”
She whimpered. “You didn’t come…” she said, moving with him, trying to make him feel as good as she did.
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“Mmm, that I do,” he groaned out, leaning up and taking one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking eagerly on her nipple.
“Almost there,” he grunted. After another couple of thrusts he cried out as he came hard inside her.
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“Mm, bite it cutey,” she demanded.
She made a face as he came inside her. “That feels so weird…”
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He tugged on her nipple with his teeth, as she demanded.
“You didn’t like it?” he asked Effie.
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She cried out, shuddering close to coming.
“I liked the sex...no the...after…”
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He moved his mouth to her other nipple and gave it the same attention.
Damon pulled out of Effie and stood up. “I should go,” he said.
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She cried out again, coming hard.
“W...why?” she asked, tears rolling down her cheeks. She curled up, shivering. “I hate my dreams…”
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He followed her over the edge, grunting loudly as he came hard inside her.
“Well, I am in your room, at night…. it’s so very wrong of me to be here,” he said, smirking.
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“Mmm, good thing I’m on birth control,” Duela said with a smirk before leaning down for another hungry kiss. “Thanks for the ride, Mr. Salvatore...if you need anything else I can come by your office at anytime,” She winked, sliding off of him and wiggling back into her clothes and leaving the room.
Effie blushed. “Duela has boys over all the time…”
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He stood up and dressed quickly.
“I’m not a boy. I’m your teacher,” he pointed out.
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In her bed, Effie whimpered, shifting, hugging a pillow.
“But I want you to stay...wait, does this mean I get an A? Duela always get an A…”
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“You already got an A and Duela is getting a B,” he said.
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“Why is she getting a B? Has she offered to blow you yet, that’s what she does to get A’s…”
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“I graded based on merit. You got an A and she got a B,” he said.
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“You’re the only guy in this school,” Effie muttered, huffing. It wasn’t fair Duela slept her way to A’s while Effie had to fight for them. She shifted, looking at him. “Stay...please…”
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“So I’m not as bad as you think,” he said. He nodded his head. “Alright, I’ll stay.”
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“I didn’t say bad, I said mean...especially to poor, teen super heroes who have to be normal teen girl’s by day.”
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“To what?” he asked, pretending to not know that about her.
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“To teen superheroes, that’s my job,” Effie said, open in her dream in a way she wouldn’t be in reality. “I spend my nights getting beat up to save the world.”
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“That has to hurt,” he said. “Do you not have any kind of armour to protect you?” he asked.
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“Nope, a tank top and a pair of leggings. “I think Batman’s trying to convince me to quit the Titans. Duela has it worse, she has nothing over her stomach or cleavage.”
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“You should sue,” he said.
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“Yeah, you can’t sue Batman...it doesn’t work like that,” she said, giggling. “But see, you were mean when I needed a rest. If it wasn’t for my work last night, you would have been dead!”
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“I’ll try to be more considerate from now on,” he said.
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“Mm, if only this wasn't’ a dream and you meant that,” she said, smiling softly. She curled up against him, her eyes closing. “You make a good pillow,” she whispered, holding him.
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“I do?” he asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever been told that before.”
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“Mm, well you do,” she said, kissing his chest before falling asleep.
In reality, her eyes slowly opened, a small, tender smile on her face before she blushed, hiding under her blanket. “Oh gods...I can’t believe I have a crush on a teacher...” she muttered.