"Tonight's the night when,
We forget about the heartbreaks"
"What class you got next?" Mr Jenkins asks as he thrusts himself inside me. Between pants and gasps for air I reply, "Health." in a sharp and exasperated gasp.
I think he might shut up but he keeps talking mid fuck. I'm pinned on his desk, he's railing me. I'm supposed to be having lunch right now but I took it off to come and see Mr Jenkins secretly.
"You learning about contraceptives and shit?" Ant asks as he gasps. "Mhm." I mumble a reply, trying to close my eyes and make this more enjoyable. It's suddenly pretty uncomfortable. Despite this, I feel him cum right inside of me, like a fire hydrant exploding inside of me. Surely the condom should have caught it?
"Yeah, well I hope you were listening cause this condom just split." He groans, pulling out and sliding the broken condom off.
"Shit. How longs it been split?" I demand.
"A couple minutes." He tells me honestly without even a hint of worry.
"And you knew?" I grit, still holding onto my own release that wasn't quite there but now that he's pulled out I have no chance.
"Yeah?" He asks with confusion. "And you still came?" I gape with disbelief.
"Mhm." Ant tells me, cleaning himself up and getting dressed.
"And you didn't tell me?" I raise my voice now.
"Shut up!" He yells very suddenly, pressing a hand over my mouth.
"Nobody knows you're in here." He reminds me.
"Ant are you fucking kidding me right now?" I hiss.
"Nope. Just buy yourself the pill or something." He shrugs, pretty much saying it's not his problem.
"I'm subbing a freshmen history class. Let yourself out, just don't let anyone catch you leaving. See ya." He smiles a little and walks out.
"Fuck me." I sigh as I redress myself.
"I hookup with the bastard, doesn't even let me cum, leaks his sperm up inside me and doesn't even have the courtesy of seeing me out." I mutter, trying my best to wipe his cum off myself.
I pull on my uniform once again and head to the bathrooms, where I clean myself off a little better.
The bell rings and I have no choice but to head to health class.
The seating in health is the same as calculus. Same teacher. Same pupils. Which is why after last weeks health class was taken in our calculus period, our health period was spent doing calculus.
But this week I have a double period of health class.
I slip inside the class a little later. My backpack slung over my shoulders.
"Holy shit! Hawthorne's just been laid!" Tristan yells from the back of the class, laughing and pointing.
"What?" I reply, folding my arms over my chest and recomposing myself.
"Your hairs all messy, your clothes are too. You've got that look you always got in your eyes right when you were about to cum. You totally just got laid." He yelps mockingly.
The whole class 'ooh' as I throw my bag below my desk.
"And why would you know that look in her eyes, Tristan?" Mr Harrison asks, finally perking up and saving me.
He goes red and sinks back down to his seat.
"Okay everyone. Get into your groups." Mr Harrison orders with a clap of his hands.
My group all drag chairs around into a circle.
Mr Harrison tells us that today during the second period my group has our first workshop. On contraceptives. Until then we are to 'discuss our roles'.
"Looks like we're gonna need to meet up outside of school unless we want him to fail us." Noah speaks up.
"Yeah, whose place?" Tristan continues.
"We can do our place?" Avery volunteers when nobody else says anything. I was hoping she wouldn't say anything, if I decide I want to leave, it's a lot easier to go home when it's someone else's house.
We all agree after school today we'll head over.
"Can we just.. all agree that everything he said was so dumb. Like of course i'm not gay, Maja isn't on drugs or anything. It's bullshit right?" Tristan speaks up, as if trying to justify himself rather than make a comment.
"Totally!" I agree immediately.
That's when a knock on the door snaps all our focus.
My cheeks immediately flush read when I see him. Mr Jenkins coming into the class.
"Hey Mr Harrison. Hope you don't mind, I gotta borrow Miss Hawthorne." Mr Jenkins smiles genuinely.
"Of course." My teacher agrees. As I get up and start following him out, the class 'ooh's as if I did something wrong. "Oh relax guys, it's about a permission slip to the school trip." Mr Jenkins scoffs as he walks me out.
We get out the class and he starts walking towards his office, anticipating I follow. I scurry to keep up. "What is it? I thought I handed that permission slip in ages ago?" I frown.
He pulls me forcefully inside his office, "Exactly." He smirks.
Ant rips his gym shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly toned abs and thick biceps.
"I'm not hooking up with you again. I'm mad at you." I sneer, folding my arms.
"Why you mad?" He furrows his brows with genuine confusion.
"Well let me see, the condom broke and you kept going. You came inside me and pulled out before I could even cum. Then you told me to just buy myself the pill and fucked yourself off to class." I fume.
"What do you mean you didn't come?" Ant asks perplexed.
"Me no cum." I simplify like he's a baby. "Need me to simplify it any more?" I sass.
"C'mere." He orders firmly. I cautiously step closer.
In one slick movement he lifts me on top of his desk and slides my skirt up, rolling my underwear off taking his own off too.
He fucked me harder and rougher than last time, with a condom thankfully. I still didn't cum, but he was trying so hard so I just faked it.
I get back to class and sit in my original seat.
"Hey there it is again.. that look in your eyes." Tristan mutters, about to accuse me of something before thankfully Mr Harrison interrupts.
"Group 1. The worker from planned parenthood is ready to start your workshop." Our teacher tells us, leading us out of the room and towards an empty classroom, with all the desks shoved to the side leaving empty space.
"Take a seat kids." The woman tells us warmly, wearing a bright blue with the logo of planned parenthood on her polo shirt. She introduces herself as Quinn, telling us this is a safe space and that she'll be our instructor for every workshop.
"There are going to be 10 workshops total. Once every ten days. I'm going to hand you a list of the topics we'll be covering and what week so that if you miss it you can write your 10,000 words essay like planned." She informs us, handing out timetables.
Slot one. Contraceptives.
Slot two. Consent.
Slot three. STI's and sexual orientation.
Slot four. Healthy Relationships.
Slot five. Sex, self image and pleasure.
Slot six. Drug and alcohol consumption.
Slot seven. Periods, Teen Pregnancy, abortion and childbirth.
Slot eight. Love, happy relationships and boundaries.
Slot nine. Misogyny.
Slot ten. Experimenting, kinks and fetishes
Slot eleven. Rape, sexual assault and sexual harassment.
She begins explaining us the basics of sex and shit that we all already know.
"Now who can name me some contraceptives." The lady says.
"Condoms." Noah answers simply, looking a little pink as do the rest of us. "Good." Quinn points.
"Pulling out." Tristan says, "Not exactly but sort of." Quinn hums.
"Morning after pill." I answer, something I need desperately right now. "Yes." She nods.
"IUD." Maja answers. "Correct." Quinn keeps pouncing.
"Sterilisations and Vasectomy's." Tristan shivers with fear of the thought alone. "Mhm."
"Birth control." Avery answers now.
"Absolutely. And there's so much more. Out of curiosity, are any of your girls on the pill?" Quinn asks us.
Maja nods and raises her hand. "Damn, and here I was thinking you were the Virgin Mary reincarnate." I tease.
"Well the pill is not always used as a contraceptive. It's very commonly used for people who get painful and heavy periods. It's also good for reducing risks of ovarian cancer, acne and migraines." Quinn explains to me.
Maja nods a little uncomfortable.
"Let's start with condoms." Quinn smiles. "Before we start, I want to ask you all a very serious and important question. You won't be judged by anyone. And I am not able to get you in any trouble because I am not a teacher of yours or parent. Raise your hand if you are currently sexually active. This means you've had penetrative sex in the past.. let's say year." Quinn asks.
I grit my teeth as I raise my hand. Thankfully for me, so does Tristan. And then surprisingly, Maja does too. "Oh damn girl." I laugh teasingly.
"What?" Noah pipes up with rage. "Her body her choice bitch!" I fire at him. "Who?" He demands.
"Looks like we got some protective brother syndrome, which is okay. But as Spencer said, her body her choice. I'm sure someday if you decide to explore your own body you won't want your sister judging you." The lady tells him.
"Now those of you who answered, can I ask what your go to contraceptive is?" Quinn asks with curiosity.
"Condom." All three of us answer in sync.
"Thought so." She nods.
Then she does something none of us could have counted on. She leans down into her large hand bag and whips out 6 plastic dicks, all different colors and sizes.
I immediately choke on my spit and burst out laughing when I see the biggest one of them all, at least 9 inches.
She hands them to all of us, Tristan ending up with the tiny two incher.
She passes us all condoms for the size of our plastic model.
"I think a lot of you may be putting condoms on wrong, which is why one by one I want you to show us exactly how you would do it." Quinn instructs.
I go first, taking the abnormally large plastic dick and rolling a condom on the only way I know how. I can't help but laugh as I do it.
Each of us do it one at a time.
"Now i'm very concerned to tell you that every single one of you was wrong." Quinn tells us bluntly.
"Well shit then." Tristan says with concern.
"For starters, none of you checked the expiration date. Second, Spencer, yours had several air bubbles. That can make condoms tear and split." She tells me.
"That explains a lot." I nod in realization.
"Avery, dear, you put yours on inside out."
I give a little 'aww' at how innocent she is.
"Noah you didn't pull yours all the way down, it didn't cover the whole penis." She explains.
"Maja, you unrolled the condom before even putting it on."
I scoff a laugh at her.
"Tristan, you opened the condom with your teeth."
We all sit here and watch her show us exactly how to put a condom on. She tidies up and moves on to the next topic once we've all understood.
"IUD's, Vasectomy's and Sterilisation are all performed by health care professionals who will discuss options with you before hand. I won't get into too much detail about those because if you are considering it, it's better to ask your doctor than me." She explains.
"Birth control." She starts the next section.
"Raise your hand if this seems like the easiest option to you." Quinn instructs.
Noah and Tristan raise their hands. "It's just a pill." Tristan shrugs.
"Correct. It is. Which is why I brought you all the list of possible side effects. Can I have one of you read this out." She orders, handing Tristan the list of side effects.
"Mood changes.. hair loss.. thyroid hormones become unusable.. tender breasts.. enlarged breasts.. increased risk of liver tumours.. faster stone formation in gallbladder.. elevated blood pressure.. weight loss.. pregnancy prevention.. risk of diabetes.. increased risk of blood clots.. increase of neurotoxins in brain.. migraines.. severe acne.. increased stress.. cancer.. increased risk of heart attacks.. increased risk of gut diseases.. nutrient deficiency.. vaginal infection.. lowered libido.. impaired bone density.. increased risk of autoimmune diseases.. vaginal dryness.. rashes.. painful intercourse.. dizziness.. irregular bleeding.. depression.. severe breast pains.. risk of strokes.. nausea.. partial blindness.. fatigue.. weight gain.." He reads.
With each risk, his eyes widen more and his jaw drops further. Both guys look pale with shock and disgust.
"And that's just the first side." Quinn nods.
"Now, in perspective. Would you rather your partner has all of those symptoms, or you use a condom and have a slightly less enjoyable experience?" Quinn asks.
"Condom." All five of us say in sync, all traumatised.
"Now pulling out. Did you know that pulling out only works 80% of the time. When you pull out, sperm can still crawl in. If you cum on her stomach, which i'm aware is a common thing to do, it's even worse than coming onto the sheets." Quinn explains.
She goes into more details until we're all astray from ever pulling out.
"Morning after pills. Or Plan B. They are to be used under emergency circumstances only, they're not what you should become used to. Once you've had sex, they usually say 5 days maximum or else it won't work. But this isn't entirely true. After 24 hours after sex, it's still 95% effective. After 48 hours, it's 85% effective. And after 72 hours it's less than 55% effective." She explains.
Shit. I need to hurry up.
"Now it's important not to take the morning after pill if you are taking any of the other pills that can't be used aside it."
Quinn begins listing some pills until my ears perk up when I hear the name of the fat deducing pills I'm taking in secret.
"Quinn!" I speak up urgently. She looks to me for me to go on.
"What happens if you're on one of those pills and you need to take Plan B?" I ask, trying to make it sound casual.
"Then you wouldn't take it." She answers, not picking up on my urgency.
"But let's just say you really need it." I hint.
Her eyes widen and her head tilts. "Spencer. Are you currently in need of a morning after pill?" She asks me.
I scratch my neck and nod with embarrassment. Everyone in the room looks at me in shock.
"The condom split and he noticed and came anyway. Now I find out I can't take the morning after pill because i'm on another pill." I panic.
"Holy shit." Maja mutters as she watches.
Quinn looks like she may have a heart attack. "Okay. Don't worry. There are other substitutes for it." She tells me.
"How long ago was it?" She asks me. "Lunch." I mutter as I scratch my neck.
"Oh.. wow. Okay. That's good though, it means you have lots of time." She informs me.
"Yeah." I breathe in relief.
"Well lucky for you, I have some morning after pills that you'll all receive at the end of today's workshop. There are three pills total. One normal pill, one for allergies or people like you who can't have normal ones, and one for up to 6 days later, but remember its not ideal, just incase." She informs me calmly.
I nod with relief.
"Do you mind telling us all about how this happened?" She asks carefully.
"Well I was with my... boyfriend. And we were hooking up. And something felt uncomfortable and when he came I felt it more than normal. He told me the condom burst. When I asked him why he came anyway instead of pulling out he said I could just get morning after." I explain, twiddling my thumbs in thought.
"Thank you for sharing that. Now kids, can I ask. When you have sex and you can tell your partner is uncomfortable, what do you usually do?" She asks the group as a whole.
"Stop? Ask if she's okay?" Noah answers as if it's obvious, but at the same time Tristan answers, "Finish up quicker then ask if she's okay when we're cleaning up."
Quinn sighs. "Well one of you is right. I think we all know who. We'll cover that more in the next class about consent. For now, that's the end of our workshop. In ten days you'll have your next workshop and we'll be covering consent." She informs us.
We finish up the workshop and on the way out she hands us each a small party bag sort of bag full of what we've covered today.
10 condoms each, a pamphlet, a morning after pill.
I stop at the drinking fountain and pop the pill I need. I swallow it down and keep walking with the others back to class.
"So.. uhh, who's your boyfriend?" Noah tries to ask subtly, itching his neck.
"He's not my boyfriend." I dismiss, folding my arms insecurely.
"Shocker. You're hooking up with another random guy." Tristan teases.
"Jealous?" I smirk, "Anything but." He sneers, I can't help but notice the way he glares to Maja.
We get back to class and soon enough head back to our own homes to get changed out of uniform, planning to meet at Hawthorne House at 4pm.
I head up to my room first, placing on a pair of low rise jeans and black lingerie then digging through my excessively large collection of inappropriate cropped baby tees.
I land on a white cropped one which says 'I ♥️ DILFS' and placing it on. I would of course never be caught wearing any of these shirts outside my own house because I think my PR manager would actually murder me.
I head downstairs. I collapse onto the couch where Avery is positioned.
"I uhh.. I never got the chance to speak to you after last week." I say, staring at the ceiling as I lay back on the million dollar couch.
"Last week?" Avery replies with confusion.
"When you complemented me in class?.. I wanted to let you know I appreciate you lying for me." I say genuinely.
"Huh?" She furrows her brows, I do spare her a glance this time, she's sitting comfortably on the coach across from me.
"I know that you felt bad nobody else was saying anything so you said you liked me. I really appreciate it." I expand.
"Spencer, I wasn't lying. You might've threatened my life and made me feel so unwelcome here but I don't hate you. From what Jameson's told me about you, you're a good person." Avery explains.
My expressions drop for a second, shifting in my spot on the couch.
"Well... uh.. thanks. I like you too i guess." I reply, trying to stop the real smile spreading across my cheeks.
"Nice shirt, hoe!" Jameson sings as he walks inside. Avery's face drops in not only shock but offence, not realizing this is just how we express our love.
"Nice nose, Pinocchio." I reply in the same tone, mocking his slightly longer than normal nose.
"You got some guests at the gates." He informs Avery in a much kinder tone, a small smile on both of their faces. Almost as if they're flirting.
"Ughhhh, here we go." I groan as I push myself off the couch.
"Come on, Spence. Lighten up. It's your family." Jameson mocks.
"I fucking hate that teacher. Small dick energy." I complain.
"So is this like a play or something? I don't get it." Jameson asks.
"I honestly have no clue. All I know is Mr Harrison wants at least 20 minutes of audio of us in character." I groan, running a hand through my hair.
"Doing what?" He laughs. "I dunno. Orgy maybe? I'm sure he'd love that." I sneer.
"You're in this too?" He asks Avery, she nods. "Yeah maybe i'll join you then." He smirks. Okay that time he was definitely flirting.
"Gross! Quit tryna hit on her." I grimace and throw a pillow at him.
He catches it and uses it to beat me. I use my only defence weapon when he's pummelling the pillow on me from every angle, I kick him in the gut.
He lurches back holding his stomach. I grab the pillow and use it to smack his face one last time before placing it down.
"Hey?" Noah asks from the doorway. He's wearing emerald colored sweats and a beanie. Maja is beside him, wearing a pale blue sundress. The material hugs her skin at the stomach, making me feel suddenly insecure about my stomach being revealed, she looks so skinny.
Trailing in moments later is Tristan, wearing jeans and a navy t-shirt. Everyone comes inside and sits down on the couch.
"So how are we doing this?" Tristan asks. "Voice memos?" Avery suggests. We all nod and place my phone on the centre of the coffee table.
I hit record and things go a little quiet.
"So, Sweetie.. How's work?" Maja speaks up eventually through gritted teeth.
"Good... mhm.." Tristan answers awkwardly.
"What about that promotion?" I input, pushing myself out my seat as quietly as possible.
I slink toward the cabinet in the corner of the lounge. "It's lookin' good for me. Think I might get it." He continues.
I pull out vodka from the cabinet and smirk as I carry in back over with some shot glasses.
Noah helps take them out my hands when I almost drop them.
"What about you, my dear sister. How's it going with that boy you like?" I grin sarcastically.
Noah holds the shot glasses as I pour. "It's going good. I met his brother the other day." She continues, reaching out and taking the shot glass I pass her.
Everyone has a shot glass. We share eye contact for a moment and on a silent countdown we shot it.
We all cringe at how strong it is. Noah has to physically hold back a cough until he's pink.
Throughout the whole recording we take more and more shots. Until we're all absolutely pissed.
Surprisingly, Maja handles her alcohol best, followed by Tristan, then Avery. Never once in my life have I met a worse drinker than me, I'm guessing it's Noah's first time. I've always been bad with alcohol: slurring words, walking funny, saying the most out of pocket dirty things. It seems i've finally met my match, because the shy quiet boy beside me suddenly has the confidence of a thousand men. And I have never felt happier. He's so funny, but i've never seen that side to him before.
By the end of the recording i'm calling Tristan 'Daddy', Maja 'Mommy', and half sitting on Noah's lap.
Maja reaches out and hits stop on the recording. All of us immediately burst out laughing.
I'm collapsed back on Noah's lap, cackling and not caring that my baby tee has rode so far up my chest that half my bra is now revealed. I'm dangerously near this boys crotch but he doesn't seem to mind. Maja has her feet in Tristan's lap.
"Spencer just got a text." Maja sings mockingly, grabbing my unlocked phone from the centre of the coffee table and reading it.
"Who is it?" I ask casually.
"Oh my god! Hawthorne just got sent a dick pic." She cackles.
She clicks on the image and reveals it to everyone. Everyone laughs and waits for her to say who it's from. I recognise that dick immediately, it's none other than the one that was inside of me 5 hours ago.
I pounce to my feet trying to take it off her but she gets up too soon and starts running away.
"Hey kid. Sorry I split the condom. Hope this makes up for it. Call me." Maja reads with a mocking tone.
"Shall we call him? See who this mystery man is?" She teases, running away.
"Stop it!" I yell loudly.
"Let's see." She hums as she clicks on his profile. The second she sees the profile picture she recognises our teacher. Maja stops running and freezes on the spot. Her face drops in horror and shock.
I take the chance I can and grab my phone back.
I turn my phone off and fall back onto the couch I was just sitting on, only this time i'm in a ball on the corner.
"Spencer, i'm sorry. I didn't mean-" Maja starts with sympathy.
"It's fine. I gotta go, i've got a.. an appointment." I mutter as I push myself up and walk out.
I sent my teacher a quick text, 'Can't talk now'.
I get to my room and collapse onto my bed.
She knows. And she'd probably going to tell everyone.