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After Volleyball | SchlockTheMonkey | 4

 

Stacie was surprised at how easy Miss Cho was to talk to – she wouldn’t have thought she’d have anything in common with a Latin teacher. She’d always figured people who went into Latin were stuck in the past, while she always looked to the future – she hoped to be a research chemist one day (after captaining the US women’s volleyball team to an Olympic gold medal or two – Stacie had never lacked for optimism). She got so engrossed in the conversation that she didn’t even realize they’d reached her house until Miss Cho stopped the car. “Thanks again for the ride,” she said, turning to grab her bag from the back seat.

“Any time,” replied Miss Cho. “You'd better dry off and get changed now,” added the Latin teacher, looking at the way Stacie’s nipples poked through the thin translucent fabric of her sister’s t-shirt. “I can tell from here you’re freezing.”

“Sure thing, Miss Cho,” Stacie promised as she got out of the car.

Miss Cho nodded firmly, as if she’d just settled some sort of internal argument. “I'll see you in school tomorrow,” she said, and drove off.

Stacie found herself wishing she'd come up with some excuse to keep talking to the Latin teacher. Maybe invite her inside for something to eat to thank her for the lift. Almost like a date... Stacie stood in the rain, a stunned look on her face, as she realized she had a crush on the young teacher. “Oh God,” she said, “Am I gay?”

 

How does Stacie handle this epiphany?

 
 
 

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