4.First class
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CHAPTER FOUR
~DAPHNE~
Classes start tomorrow, so I had to make sure I got my uniform and books as well as complete my registration in the admin office. Kennedy was very helpful and showed me around all the places I needed to get all of it done.
I sat in a small but cozy office, waiting for the Designer to arrive. I was instructed to wait by one of the staff members. A few minutes passed, and a slim and elegant lady walked in, her heels clicking on the sleek floors.
“I’m so sorry, I had to step out for lunch break. Anyway, what’s your size?”
“I’m a size twelve,” I blurted out.
She glanced at me from head to toe. “You look like a size ten. Take off your clothes so I can examine you properly,”
I froze in my seat. “You want me to be naked?"
“Yeah. What’s the big deal?” She shrugged, folding her arms.
“Sorry, I’m just not comfortable,” I scratched my hair awkwardly.
“Fine!” She stood up and opened the first door in her office. I glanced at it and I could see it was a small store filled with a pile of neatly arranged uniforms. She picked one of them and handed it to me.
“Here, try this. You can use the bathroom,” she pointed at the second door, close to the window. I nodded and changed into my uniform. I shook my head in disapproval as I stared at myself in the mirror. The skirt was too short and had my thighs on full display. And the shirt was so fitted that it clung to my boobs.
I came out of the bathroom and stood before her.
“Oh my!” She gasped as she stared at me. “You have a perfect hour glass figure. And your boobs—they’re so full,”
“Erm—“
“I bet your boyfriend will have a good time with that,” she chuckled.
My cheeks turned red at that statement. I wondered why she was so comfortable saying that to me.
“I don’t think it’s my size!”
“Nonsense! It’s your perfect size. Give it a week, if you don’t like it even then you can return it,”
She packaged my uniform in a fancy bag and handed it over to me.
By the end of the day, I was done with most of my registration and decided to finish up with the last process after my first class.
Early the next day, I was up and ready. I ironed my clothes neatly and packed my hair in a ponytail. I was so excited and jittery that I didn’t want to have breakfast.
“Dammn! You’re hot!” Kennedy checked me out as I stood in front of the mirror, trying to pull my skirt down.
“You don’t think it’s too tight?”
“Of course not. It’s the perfect fit. Come on, let’s go to class,”
I nodded and followed Kennedy’s lead. The first class of the day is the “Mental Strength” class and according to the timetable that was sent to my email, it was taught by Professor Jaden Fox.
Excitement brewed inside of me as I glanced at the other students in their luxurious uniforms and the best part—I was now a part of it. I got to class and settled in the seat beside her.
My eyes darted around, and I could see a few students chatting amongst themselves, making loud noises, or laughing at something. Some were kissing, while some were staring at me, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
My eyes rested on Laken as he walked in with Yolanda, his hands on her ass, squeezing it like a farmer would a cow’s breast. They didn’t seem to mind that there were people in the class and in return, everyone didn’t seem to mind.
It seemed like public display of affection was a normal thing around here.
“Settle down class!” I heard a deep baritone voice. I glanced at the door and my eyes rested on the handsome Greek god who walked in. Standing before us was a tall sexy man. He had a masculine handsomeness with beautiful blue eyes and honey blonde hair. His jaw was hard, but not as hard as the bulge on his trousers as he locked eyes with me. I don’t even know why my eyes went there but somehow, it did.
His gaze lingered on me for long—longer than normal. I could feel a tightness down there as my cheeks flushed. I can’t believe my professor is making me feel this way.
“Professor Fox!” I could hear echoes in the classroom especially from excited ladies.
“We’ve missed you, Professor Fox!” One of the girls squealed in excitement.
“I’ve missed you all too,” he murmured, his tone a contrast to what he said. He cleared his throat.
“Before we begin classes today, I’d like the new transfer students to introduce themselves,”
I paused in my seat as all eyes turned to face me. Slowly and timidly, I stood up, suddenly feeling conscious about my body. I could see another girl standing as well—a tall brunette with bob hair.
“Hi everyone. My name is Phoebe. It’s nice to meet you all,”
“And I’m Daphne,” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Alright ladies. You may sit but make sure to see me after the class,” he turned to the rest of the class. “This semester is purely going to be group work and to make things fair, you’ll be picking your partner by dipping your hand into the box,”
One of the students stood up and brought out a small glass box from one of the cupboards at the back of the class. The box contained a lot of colorful balls.
“Each ball has the name of each student. Starting from the first row, you must pick a ball and pull out the name in it to reveal your partner. If your name has been called as a partner, you’re not eligible to pick a ball because you have already been picked. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir!” The class echoed and one by one, the balls were picked, starting from those in the front row.
“Daphne Gaitlin !” I heard Laken call my name.
“s**t!” I cursed under my breath. Why him? Anyone but him!
I could see Yolanda glance at me, a small frown on her face. I looked away, my eyes fixed on Laken who simply shrugged and came to take his seat.
I can sense drama from a mile away and moving forward, I know that I’m going to be caught up in it.
- Writer
