Chloe ambled into the headmaster's reception and was told to take a seat. A few minutes later her nemesis Kevin Mann showed up. Boldly she looked him straight in the eye, met with a counter sneer. She knew that he knew, but where was his proof? "I want to report my mobile phone stolen," he announced to the secretary, a sideways glance toward Chloe making her shuffle just a little uncomfortably.
At that moment she was summoned, the subsequent grilling from the headmaster leaving her teary-eyed yet relieved that it had been worth it. Her revealing picture had been destroyed. As a consequence, Chloe ambled down the corridor to the staff room in good spirits. All that was left was to work out how to get even with that geek Kevin Mann. It was then that her breath was taken away as she was accosted from behind and dragged into a storeroom. "Get your hands off me," she protested.
Kevin pushed her back, foaming at the mouth. Yet it was Chloe that fired the first shot. "You are in so much trouble, Kevin Mann."
The school boy offered a look of disdain. "You think that stealing my phone is the end of this, you stupid bitch?"
Chloe wrinkled her nose, before snapping: "Don't you dare talk to me in that manner. I can and will make your life a misery."
"Oh can you now, Miss Cunt? Or should I call you Miss Bitch, you stupid, stupid bitch?"
Chloe was taken aback at the depth of his vitriol, at the words he used. Yet she stood her ground, determined not to let some nerdy school boy get the better of her. Nothing would give her greater pleasure than to help get him expelled. "Make the most of your last day at this school, Kevin."
Chloe turned away towards the door. In turn Kevin moved to block the way. He was no athlete but still towered 6 inches above the petite teacher. "Move!" she ordered, still in control of her emotions though her heart was racing.
"You didn't think that I'd take precautions?"
Chloe exhaled deeply. Precautions, what did he mean?
"Oh, Miss Cunt – stop acting like the blonde bimbo."
Chloe's mouth fell agape. "How dare you...?"
Before the sentence could be completed, Chloe felt Kevin's fingers grip her cheeks around the mouth, clamping it tight. "I forwarded your photo to my laptop, just in case."
Chloe's heart fell, her eyes moistening. She felt sick. All that risk and he was one, if not two, steps ahead of her. "So if you think this is over, Miss Bitch..."
Thankfully the bell came to Chloe's rescue, her school boy tormentor issuing a chilling prescient: "I'll deal with YOU later."
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Chloe followed out of the storeroom, dusting herself down and trying to recompose. This was serious as hell. She really had incurred the unhinged boy's wrath and he was likely to do anything.
Her next lesson went by in a blur, her head spinning. What she could do to stop the ordeal?