Study Hall (Patreon)

After Miss Go's untimely disappearance from Middleton High (and return to being a villainess), Mr Barkin begrudgingly assumes the duties of study hall monitor in her absence.  As if he didn't have enough responsibilities around the school...substitute teacher, couch, part-time assistant principal, etc...now he gets to sit around and watch students 'study'.  What with his current workload and a part-time job at Smarty-Mart, he has absolutely zero social life.

Not unfamiliar with balancing a social life with curricular and extracurricular activities, Kim sits in the back of the classroom pretending to be interested in a reading assignment...Salinger’s socially alienated Holden Caulfield just isn't working for her.  Between after-school cheer practice and chasing around law-breaking super-baddies, she's misses out on nearly all of her date nights.  Otherwise, she's just too tired at the end of her days to...

Sensing an opportunity, Kim reaches over and grabs a jacket out of her backpack and lays it across her lap. Looking up, Kim watches as Barkin strums his fingers on the desk while staring out the window, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.  Scanning the room for any wayward eyes (and seeing nothing but disinterested, half-asleep students), Kim slips a hand beneath her jacket.  Glancing at the clock above the door, she's got fifteen minutes before the bell rings...plenty of time to rub one out.

With three minutes to spare, Kim bites lower lip to keep from blurting out as she tries to keep from visibly shivering all over.  Her eyes go in and out of focus as waves of pleasure course up and down her spine.  Her face flushed and speckled with sweat, Kim lets out an almost silent, shuddering exhale.  

Kim: (thinking) Ohmygawd, I needed that!

Glancing around to make certain that no one has noticed, Kim affords herself a little self-satisfied smile, having seemingly gotten away with it.  However, a muffled cough from the front of the classroom grabs her attention.

Kim: (thinking) Oh gawd, no!

Horrified, half expecting an angered scowl to be staring back at her, Kim looks up the teacher.  Instead, she sees a similarly flush-faced and sweating Barkin look up her with a equally shocked expression.  As if on cue, both of them dart their eyes to avoid the others gaze.

Kim: (thinking) Wait.  Did we...?  Ohmygod, did we just catch each other...?

The bell rings and the assembled students begin to gather up their belongings and head towards the door.  Kim, however, lingers a bit...making certain to tie her coat around her waist to hide any incriminating wet spots.  Grabbing her backpack, she walks towards the door as well, trying to avoid eye contact with Barkin.

Mr Barkin: Could I see you after class for a moment, Miss Possible?

Kim: (thinking) Shit.

Bonnie: (sing-songing) Kimmie's in trouble!  Kimmie's in trouble!

The remaining students laugh and giggle.  Kim rolls her eyes and lets out a long, agitated exhales before silently mouthing 'fuck you' at her fellow cheerleader.  Brushing past her, Monique gives Kim a quizzical look and silently mouths 'what'd you do?'.  Kim in return, scrunches up the corner of her mouth and shrugs her shoulders, suggesting that she has no idea what he wants.

Looking at Monique, Kim puts on her best, cheery smile and...with just a touch of well-practiced, innocent inflection in her voice...turns towards him.  

Kim: Yes, Mr Barkin?

Standing directly in front of her, Mr Barkin looks over Kim's head at Monique.  Stepping to one side, Barkin grabs the door with one hand and gestures for Kim to come back into the classroom with the other.  Monique, standing just outside, looks on as the door swings closed.

Barkin: I'd like to discuss your inattentiveness in class this past week, Kimberly.  Have a seat, please.

As the door shuts in Monique's faces, Mr Barkin watches her through the window until she turns and walks away.  Satisfied that she is out of earshot, he reaches up and pulls down the door's roll-up window shade.  Turning, half expecting to find Kim seated at a student desk, he instead finds her sitting on his desk.  One arm holding her up as she leans back, Kim swings her crossed legs back-and-forth.  Running a manicured fingernail along the edge of the desk, Kim smiles at him knowingly.

Kim: I'm guessing this isn't about the 'D' you gave me on that chemistry quiz last week.

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2