My maths teacher episode 3

Three

Adam POV:

Today was quite successful. The students were easy to work with and fun to teach. For a start, this wasn't soo bad. The boys were surprisingly attentive but the girls were...kinda distracted.

One girl in particular caught my attention. She called herself Cherry but I had a feeling she was lying to me. Unlike the other girls, Cherry was distant, cold and sarcastic. She was paying attention while I taught but I could sense her eyes asking me numerous questions. There was something about her that brought back memories of my childhood. Don't know why but she looked familiar to me.

That was the senior class. After recess I made for the JSS.3 class. Those little ones were preparing for their upcoming junior WAEC and so were the SS.3 students. I got the same reaction in the junior class the same way as the seniors. The boys were attentive, the girls were distracted and there was always that one girl I just can't help noticing.
The students calls her "the busty chick". For her age, having such incredible large breasts was a shocker to me. She was just fourteen years old. Fourteen and yet overpoweringly endowed. What's her name again? Katelyn?
I rushed through class and just after dismissal, I made to copy out the scheme of works for the term. Everyone else had gone and I was the only one left in the staffroom. Someone had arranged a bucket, a mop, a broom and a duster. It seems someone was given a punishment. I returned to my notes, hoping to finish in time before the school gate would get lock.
Then she came in. Cherry.
Cherry didn't notice me at the edge of the wall. I didn't want to disturb her as I saw she was about to start her punishment. She began taking off her shirt. I was entranced.
No bra!
Her breast jiggled up and down as she took off her shirt. She only wore a singlet, allowing her nipples to show through the flimsy material.

I frowned, wondering if she was out of her mind. If someone mistakenly walked through that door and saw the two of us alone here with only her singlet on, there's bound to be trouble. I looked away, trying my best to focus on my work but it was tough for me because of her presence in the room.
Suddenly she saw me while sweeping. I glanced up and our eyes jammed. My eyes travelled down to her singlets, watching her red nipples as it pushed itself against the singlet. I looked away and spoke quietly.

" Put on your shirt, Cherry. You don't show your body in front of a man."
Was that too direct? I wouldn't know but I sensed she was offended by it. She ignored me and continued her cleaning anyway but I could tell she was highly embarrassed. Still, I wasn't comfortable with her working half naked in the room. So I gathered my things and left the staffroom for her.

It was a sunny afternoon but in due course, possibly this new week, the rain would come. It was soo good to be back home. The snow in America was harsh on me. I fell sick with cold three times during my first year there but with time, I adapted to the environment and weather. It gave me a sense of pride to meet and school with the white man. A lot of good stuffs happened for all my stay in America and so did a lot of bad stuffs as well. It got to a point I had to fly back home after my graduation from University. The first place I took to mind while returning back to the country was my childhood town. I wanted to teach there but I also wanted to see someone else.
Violet.
Violet would've grown bigger by now. She wouldn't recognize me with the changes in my body and attitude but I needed to see her. I only hoped her family hadn't moved yet.

Walking down the streets towards where I rented an apartment, I passed Violet's house which was five blocks away from my apartment. Her mother was busy in the garden, taking care of her flowers.
" Good afternoon, Mrs Kalu," I waved at her.
She turned and seeing me, she waved back. " Afternoon, Adam," she moved away from her flowers and approached me. " This is a surprise. I thought you Mentioned you wouldn't be back until tomorrow."
" My bus arrived late last night," I explained. " I'm sorry I couldn't visit you this morning. I had to be in school today as early as possible."
" Wow," she covered her mouth surprised. " You're a school teacher?"
" Yes ma."
" Adam," she sang cheerfully. " You are now a big boy o."
I laughed. " Stop it, Mrs Kalu. You are just saying that."
" Look at you. When you were just a little kid, you were skinny and dirty but now look at you now. Big body, polished English even the way you carry yourself is enough to tell anyone that you are not a Nigerian."
We both laughed at her talk. It was the first laugh I've had in weeks. I asked for her husband. He was away on a long business journey. I also asked about Violet. Violet wasn't yet back from school. That's when I learnt she attended the same school I was teaching in. This was a surprise to me caused I saw no one who looked like her.
" How about you join us for dinner tonight," Mrs Kalu offered. " Let's give you a better family welcome. It's been such a long time. Six years or More if I am correct."
" I will make it," I accepted the dinner invitation.
Beep beep! My cell phone ranged.
I fished it out of my pocket and glared at it. It was a text message. " Can we sort things out? I really need you."
I stared at the message for a long time then without thinking twice, I switched off the phone.

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Violet's POV:

It was evening and I had just brought out the jollof rice down from the gas cooker. Since I turned fifteen my mother never steps foot in the kitchen. Now I'm seventeen, I was the family's chef. Mom joked she had retired from cooking till the day my husband would come to take me away.

Yeah it was a joke but trust me, I didn't find it funny. Cooking was work. I'd rather prefer Working in the garden than spend time and energy cooking meals.
It was surprising what I prepared today for dinner. Mom had killed a chicken and had also stock the fridge with drinks. She also brought carrots and green beans to garnish the jollof rice. She mentioned that we were having a guest tonight for dinner.

A guest? And she wouldn't let tell me who this guest was. Mom was not the type who let's the cat out of the bag. When she wants to keep a secret, she'll keep a secret. I've never prepared dinner this good for anyone except for my dad when he would be returning back home after his business journey.
Dishing out the food, I arranged the dinning table and chairs. Mom came out of the bedroom and checked what I cooked. She inhaled the delicious aroma swirling around the dinning table.
" You will definitely make a good wife, Violet. This meal proves say na me born you."
I rolled my eyes. That was the fifteenth time she kept bringing the topic of wife and marriage. I knew I was a good cook but marriage was something I wasn't yet ready for. I rather remain single.
Ding-dong! The doorbell rang.
" I'll get it," I said, side stepping my mom and heading towards the door.
Opening the door, I instantly caught my breath.
O my gosh, Adam! What in heavens name is he doing here?
Adams screwed his forehead, his face was running with confusion and questions.
" Cherry?" He asked. " What are you doing here?"
I stared at him not knowing what else to say. He was wearing a casual trousers and a brown T-shirt that hugged his body to show off those muscles and hairs. I could also see his abs. Six in numbers. Complete and well packaged. He was wearing an incredible fragrance that made me want to smell his shirt, his neck, his arms and his face.
" I live here," I spoke uneasy with the way he was looking at me.
His face brightened. The truth was immediately shown after all. " Violet? Is this really you?"
I balled my hands to fists. " Yes it's me, you big head. Who else could it be."
Hold on a sec.
Did I just called him big head? That was the nickname I usually called him while growing up with him. At that time, we were kids but now, we're adults. If he took offense in what I called him just now, I'll have no one to blame but myself.

Instead, Adam chuckled uneasily and scratched the back of his head. " Big head, eh? You still haven't changed one bit, don't you Violet?"
I didn't say anything.
" Come on, Violet. Won't you invite me in? I'm surprised you still haven't given me a warm welcoming hug after my being away for such a long time." He lamented.
" I don't hug boys," I said defensively. " Especially boys who desert their friends at the slightest opportunity."
This got Adam in the mood and he laughed. " This is interesting. You still haven't changed a bit. Alright I'm here now, let's go inside and talk about it, shall we?"
" I don't want to talk about anything, definitely not from you," I said with a hint of hatred in my voice and left him at the door.
He was surprised by my attitude towards him but I couldn't care less. Maybe I took it a little too far, maybe I didn't. I didn't know and I didn't care. I marched up to my room and shut myself in.
Mom called me from downstairs. " Violet, come down for dinner. Our guest is here."
But I didn't come down. I stayed on my bed, hugging my pillow tightly against my chest.
Mom came upstairs and knocked on my door. " Violet, open up. What is the matter with you, our guest is...."
" I don't want to see him," I said with a broken voice. " Tell him to leave me alone."
Mom still knocked. " I don't get it. Open up your door let's go downstairs to welcome him. Adam is...."
I cut her off with a loud voice this time. " I said I don't want to see him. Just leave me alone, mom."
Mom didn't say anything. I bet she was hurt from the way I raised my voice. I heard footfalls down the stairs to the living room.
I scrambled out of bed and fixed my ears to the keyhole. I heard mom and Adam speaking.
" I'm sorry for that, Adam. I just don't understand what came over her."
" Don't let it bother you, Mrs Kalu. I'm sure she's just upset. She would come around eventually. I'm sure of it," Adam voice reached my ears.
I went back to my bed and fell on it. I wiped a tear out of my eyes. " What was wrong with me?"
I buried my face in my palms, feeling my heart beating faster as the thoughts of Adams clouded my mind.

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Katelyn's POV:

The time was 10:34pm. And I still can't get my mind off the new teacher. His smile, his eyes, the way he spoke and his nice character had me on the hook. I kept typing in my laptop, filling in words from my brain, my heart and hands into the computer system.
I do this every night before going to bed to mark the end of the day. Mr Adam was the top of my list for people who made my day lively and I just can't help but put him in my good books.
I was done with assignment work. Now was time for a shower. It was already ten thirty but I usually bath late anyways.

I stood to my feet and walked to the bathroom. Mom was away for sister's wedding trip so I was left all alone in the house. I took off my nightgown and threw them away on my bed.
The wall mirror revealed my reflection. I stood before the mirror and regarded the Katelyn staring back at me.
" I'm huge," I spoke to myself, feeling my large boobs. " I'm Soo huge."
Then I remembered Mr Adam's look when he saw me. Wouldn't it be nice to have him sleep on these?
I think it might be a great idea but still, I figured that might not be possible. A guy as good-looking as him must have gotten tons of girls running after his heels. I'm just an ordinary fourteen years old girl with a deep dark secret.

Then came a knock on the door. I turned around and stared at my door. The Knock came again along with a deep gruffy voice.
" Katelyn dear," the voice whispered to me through the keyhole. " Do be a good girl and open up please. I want us to talk."
I said nothing. I shed off my pants and bra, standing stark naked in my room.
The knock came again with the door knob twisting desperately in vain. " Come on, darling. Open up. Your mom won't know about this. Let's just do one round. You'll enjoy this, I promise."
Moving away from the door, I went into my personal bathroom and sank into the bathtub filled to the top with warm steaming water.
I sighed contentedly as I closed my eyes and tried to focus my thoughts away from the knockings on the door outside my bedroom.
I thought of a lot of things. I thought of my mother, of my school and of my plans for the future. I also thought of the old man standing outside my door.
My stepdad.

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TBC
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