The TA in Timeout - Part 1 (Patreon)

Being a teacher’s assistant could be pretty challenging by itself. It doesn’t really matter what age the students are. Sometimes while working as one you’d have a helpful teacher who would wouldn’t make their poor assistant do all the hard work, but other times poor TA’s could get shackled to teachers that use their assistant’s to more or less do their job for them. They chill and relax and do basically nothing while they give their students dumb “busy-work” and order their assistants around to do anything that might come up.

Unfortunately for poor Lela, working at her all-girls school, the teacher she got stuck assisting was definitely the latter. Her name was Ms. Finiwick and Lela remembered her as her time as a student a few years back when she’d been 18. She was probably her least favorite teacher she’d ever had. When Lela received her assignment of which teacher she’d be assigned she felt her entire stomach drop. She begged and tried multiple times to go to the office and get something switched, hoping she could get assigned to ANY other teacher in the school, but the answer was always no. They told her that everyone else was already assigned and they wouldn’t bend the rules just for one nervous TA. Poor Lela was nervous alright, that’s for sure.

Ms. Finiwick’s taught science for the... lower level students. It was a nice way of saying the “bad kids”. From the moment Lela walked back into her classroom she remembered why she didn’t like Ms. Finiwick so much. The woman’s angry stares, her sharp voice, her long nails that looked like she sharpened them for blade-like precision. Lela just thanked her blessings that she didn’t have to suffer through being taught by this woman, back when she’d herself been a student. Lela had been in the “Advanced-Science’s” class. Honestly, being in that class was probably how she ended up being here now. Ms. Finiwick had probably requested a TA that had been in the advanced class to more thoroughly be able to help her current students.

‘So Ms. Finiwick herself could slack off more.’ Lela thought to herself miserably. Ms. Finiwick had tenure and everything, so Lela knew that she was far from over taking care of her students. The only thing she cared about was getting them in and out of her class and getting her paychecks.

Besides Ms. Finiwick, Lela was probably as nervous about the students she’d be looking after as she was about the teacher. There were a few kids in the class that actually seemed like they wanted to learn, but most of these “bad kids” in this class were here because they couldn’t care less about school and acted more like juvenile delinquents despite almost all of them being over 18.

At one point, while she was passing out assignments, one of her students asked Lela if she was just another student because of how young she looked. It was a fair question, seeing as she herself had only graduated a few years ago, but the amount of times she got asked it annoyed her.

“I’m 22.” Lela responded with a warm smile, biting her tongue to stop herself from adding the praise ‘Almost 23.’

“Are ya sure?” Came the voice of one of the snottiest girls in the class. Her name was Jessica. “You don’t look like you’re any older than us; you’re probably younger. You still got all your baby fat!” Jessica and her friends almost died from laughter at that one.

Lela glanced over at Ms. Finiwick and saw that the woman hadn’t even looked up from what she was reading, offering no help whatsoever.

Looking back at Jessica, Lela had to willingly stop herself from shaking her head. The girl was the most stereotypical “bratty popular bitch” she’d ever seen. Gorgeous, blonde, tall, nice clothes; and flocked everywhere she went by her two backup girls.

Lela had her own insecurities but she just chuckled at what Jessica had said. She didn’t give a shit. She liked the way she looked. Sure she was a little on the heavier side, but who cares? She was still adorable and cute.

“You should keep naughty words to yourself,” Lela responded in her sweetest TA voice. “Even little girls know how to do that.” Leaving Jessica and her two friends a little stunned as she walked away. Though as she did so... Jessica could have sworn she saw something strange peak out of the top of Lela’s pants...

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Lela lived her life in two different worlds. One of those worlds was the TA version of herself. The version that she showed everyone at school, and the version of her that had just stood up to the class bullies. (Something she wasn’t sure she would have had the confidence to do when she was a student herself.)

The other world... was a little more unique...
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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