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A Real Adult 1x1 rp (@Anna Axle)

"Alright class are there questions before class ends" the teacher asked, 30 minutes before the next class, barely even teaching a single thing the whole period. That didn't stop one of students from being curios however, raising her hand in questioning.


"Yes you" Ms Whiteday, said readjusting her glasses, even though she had perfect vision and they didn't even need to be moved, it's just a habit she picked up thinking it would make her look more sophisticated.


"Is it true that you teach at this school because you like girls?" The girl stood up out of her chair and made an effort to have her voice heard. It was actually a pretty big rumor around campus especially with some of the girls more than others. The teacher however, wasn't against the topic.


"Are the seniors giving off my secrets again? That's quite naughty." she blushed, causing quite a large amount of laughter, mostly out of confusion if she was serious or not. Some people actually did want to know.
 
Rachel sighed and paid no mind to anyone and just kept looking at her notebook that had almost no notes. She wasn't even sure what she had to be learning for this class. She listened in as a girl asked Ms.Whiteday something. Rachel blushed she liked girls but was never the one to tell anyone. Rachel's eyes drifted over to the teacher and then away making sure not to make it obvious that she was staring. Rachel bit her lip and sighed just wanting class to end. She looked forward to going to her math class. Rachel kept sighing a bit.


The weather was good since it was sunny and a good day to walk around. Rachel's mind wandered to the new's paper in her dorm. She had to look for a job and so far she had no luck. She wanted to work at a clothing store but as a last resort if she had to she would have to work at a fast food restaurant. Rachel raised her hand "Ms. Whiteday, is there anything else your going to teach today?" she asked avoiding eye contact and looking above her head but making it seem like she was making eye contact. She was fighting down the embarrassment of having everyone look at her.
 
"I wouldn't have to end class so early if you guys didn't suck in the material so fast... You're like adorable little intellectual sponges" she replied, shamelessly getting more fans in the process, and praise from the girls who already were. It really didn't matter to most of the girls, none of it was going to be on the test. And even if it was, she didn't have the heart to fail a single one of them.


"But if there's anything ol' Amy can teach you, you're free to see me after class" she winked at the crowd, causing another uproar. Amira Whiteday was a name spoken a lot on campus, students and professors alike. With professors though, it's often scolding for handing out late slips to the girls who actually did stay after class. Nothing really happens after class though, she only teaches two periods, first and last, but her habits still causes her bosses to worry, despite the lack of activity that goes on after class.
 
Rachel blushed a bit and fell silent. She wasn't used to Ms. Whiteday yet it was a bit strange since Rachel kid of had a small itsy crush on her. She couldn't believe how honest and kind she was around so many people. That was something Rachel couldn't do mostly because her family made her focus more on studies than ever making friends and the friends she did have mostly made her feel like she was just friends with her brain. Rachel again returned to looking out the window hoping that Ms. Whiteday would just go on and about someone different. It was rare enough for Rachel to even ask a question.


The bell soon rang and Rachel stood picking up her things and slowly placing them into her bag. She was trying to see if she could last a lot longer in class than to o home and then go job searching. Her mother had made it clear that Rachel had to start doing things on her own which at he same time worried Rachel. She sighed sadly again and pinched her own cheek "I can do this" she whispered to herself forgetting that Ms. Whiteday was in he classroom.
 
"Of course you can" Amira screamed reassuringly, unsure of exactly what girl was trying to do. The rest of the last has left, so it was just the two of them, which often makes her excited, as do most intimate things.


"So what is it that you are trying to do?" She questioned, jumping on top of the desk without a second of hesitation. The rows had a fancy alignment, getting tall at the back than the front, and Rachel sat at the front, thanks to Amira's policy of putting the shy girls up front. "If it's relationship problems, you can always use me as practice" she smiled looking through her jacket pockets to find some lipstick, mostly for comedic affect, though she wouldn't mind applying it for another student, again.
 
Rachel jumped and looked around as her eyes landed on Ms.Whiteday. She blushed and looked back at her bag. "I-It has nothing to do with relationships its mostly trying to get a j-job" she said softly looking down. Rachel hadn't really talked to Ms.Whiteday before which made all the more nervous to talk to her. She bit her lip and blushed "A-And how can i even use you as practice if it was f-for relationship advice! I like men is all" she lied at the end. She hoped she sounded believable the last thing she wanted was to have someone know her deepest secret.


Like any other child Rachel was always scared if people found out about her sexuality she had enough seeing her friend be harassed by it with her parents which is why she decided that she would never tell anyone about her own sexual preference. Rachel returned from deep in her thoughts and smiled very softly not making eye contact "T-Thanks for trying to help Ms.Whiteday but i really must get going i have another class after yours..." she whispered walking hurriedly to the door.
 
"Well asking a girl that likes girls is the same as asking a straight guy, if not better" she said finally finding the right lip stick, though she just realized she may not need it. "Also if it's about getting your dream job, who better to ask than the girl who is working it?" She asked, in a bit of a bragging way.


"Also are you sure there's nothing else I can help you with?" She said applying the lipstick, since it steady took so long to get out, she didn't realize the effect it may have on the student infront of her.
 
Rachel stopped at the door and turned slightly "Is it ok then... to ask you what is it that made you pick this job?" she said still looking around Ms.Whiteday and not really at her. Rachel didn't know what she wanted to become when she finished college she just had the idea that she was good at certain things but she never really aimed for anything in specific. Rachel sighed "Its just.. i guess ive been a bit over stressed about it. Not knowing what I can do to help my grandfather... I just know i'm good at math and possibly science but other than that I have no clue what i really want out of life" she said and looked down "S-Sorry I must sound so immature right now right" she laughed and bit her lip sighing at the same time.


She turned blushing "I-I have to go to class Ms.Whiteday but.. thanks for listening to me for a bit..." she smiled at her not looking her in the eyes but still showing her, her smile and walking out slowly feeling a bit better about herself but not so much as many girls stared at her as she walked out. She shivered feeling the stares so she picked up her pace and started walking to her next class looking down.
 
"It's obvious that I suck at teaching." She said blatant and loud enough to reach to hallway where Rachael was standing. "And to be obvious I don't even like the concept of it." She wasn't trying to hide a thing, so she thought she might as well let it all unravel. "I hated my teachers, and how they gave homework, test, and all the things that I never do." She began her monologue.


"In trust the only reason I went to school was because my friends were there, and I wouldn't often pretend I was sick if my friends were. I realized I like my friends differently from how they liked me..." She paused, sat on her desk, and took off her hood. "I'm sure you can see where this is going, after all, my class is pretty smart." She warped back to her usual routine, despite the serious air she just created.
 
Rachel heard everything and bit her lip. "Im not sure how to take that..." she whispered and walked even faster to avoid some glares and other girls. She sighed as she walked into the garden. She didn't really have class after that one but she considered her alone time a class. She took out a small tablet and started to search for jobs. Even though she didn't know about her future or what might even come with it. To her it was still fun to try out different things. She smiled remembering Ms.Whiteday smiling. "I wish I could at least be a bit like her..." she blushed since secretly she was also one of her fans but she didn't show it much since there were other's out there that also fanned about Ms.Whiteday. She sighed "It's not like she'll notice me. I'm just me" she whispered again thinking out loud to herself. She bit her lip and humming softly in silence kept looking for jobs she might like.
 
"What's this about being just you?" Amira somehow sneaked up behind her, catching up in the few seconds she took out a tablet. "I'm certain the just you is perfect, just like the just her, or her, or her" she said hugging Rachel from behind with one hand, something she infamous with school board for, and pointing at the school yard with the other.


"Oh are those jobs?" She asked taking looking on tablet, unconsciously bring her face closer to her student's, making some of her fans who often watch her, quite jealous. "I think the fashion industry would fit you great, I'm sure everyone would love to have you too"
 
Rachel blushed beat read and bit her lip "W-Well i'm ju-just a bit strange is all...." she whispered looking down her shy side kicking in. She looked at the job trying not to faint from the closeness of Amira's face. "F-Fashion...? i-i'm not sure i don't even think i-i'm good at talking t-to people" she stuttered and shivered softly feeling her hand around her. "C-Could you please m-move a bit i-i feel like i might faint..." she whispered and closed her eyes still feeling shy and tingly. Never had Rachel had this much proximity with another woman. She felt a bit strange but in a good way.


She clicked on the Fashion tab and scrolled a bit biting her lip still tying not to pay attention but it was becoming harder and harder since she was right there beside her. She turned slightly and met her eyes. She blushed completely red and then looked back down her hair covering her face as she bit her lip more almost making it bleed. She closed her eyes trying to calm herself but it wasn't working.
 
"You better stop that." She said in a serious tone, one that no student has ever heard from Whiteday "if you keep acting like this, I might keep you after class on purpose." She said hugging her even closer, feeling her body practically on fire from the blood rushing through her veins. She decides the hug might not have been the best choice with this student, but she still intended to get to know her, so she backed up before the girls nose bleed from all the blood in her head.


"I'm sorry, it's not good for a teacher to act like that just because their student is so cute." She smiled, hoping to calm the girl down. Rachael's face was red, and you could see the sweat from a mile away, but even that wasn't enough to worry Amira. "It really hurts when the girls don't hug me back though, I haven't felt this in a while, it's really heartbreaking." She said, clenching her heart, as if she was actually serious for once, but that is still debatable.
 
Rachel looked at her from the corner of her eye and slowly hugged her and then as quick as she did she let her go and looked away again. She smiled softly as she laughed a bit too. She took out a notebook and smiled "I-I'm not even cute bu-but thanks" she whispered "And your a great teacher. I know you try don't you...? that's enough for a teacher to try and make a student better... W-Well at least in my opinion" she whispered and then bit her lip "I-In my opinion your one of the greatest teacher i have..." she said and then looked away again. She was being too shy for her own good and it was strange to her since she rarely knew Amira.


Rachel held her tablet still and turned it off "W-Why do you look l-like you have so much interest in me... I'm not nice and talkative like others...I'm too shy for my own good and.. and I can't look at girl's in the eye..." she whispered the last part hoping she didn't hear "I bet there's better people to talk to than me" she said and sighed softly closing her eyes looking down
 
"I guess there might be..." She put her hand on her chin, not serious about this girls self esteem "... I already won them over, so I can play with them anytime after classes" she said as proud as ever. "Also when you said your not cute..." She scooted in closer, nearing closer to her ear to whisper something. "... You're a really bad lier, I could tell you where lying about everything you said earlier too." She bluffed, not so sure herself, but she had a way of making people faultier the information one way or another. "It would be easier if you came right out and said it too..."
 
Rachel's eyes widened she closed them her body feeling hot and her brain feeling strange. She gripped on to her shoulder and blushed even more if it was possible. She pushed on her gently "P-Please... I don't want anyone to know..." she whispered "That i'd prefer girls than guys..." she whispered and looked down "I could't take it... the stares... the whispers" she shook her head "Please... just.. don't tell anyone" she gathered her things in a hurry and walked away as fast as she could. Her legs felt heavy and her eyes glazed over. She didn't want to cry because she was finally seen through about her deepest secret but she was a bit scared because no one knew about her. She turned the corner of a hallway once she got inside the building and slid down to the floor hugging her bag close to her body as she tried to breathe normally again. She closed her eyes just waiting for her nerves to go away.
 
Amira was probably the most surprised though. It wasn't like most girls that she picked on, that fact that the girl just crumbled revealing the whole thing was still a bit shock. She tried to regain her composure, after noticing her heartbeat had skyrocketed, decided she would go for a walk and meet with that girl in a minute.


"Ms. White!" A group of fans chased after her, probably skipping classes to track her down when she was alone. "Who was that girl you were getting all friendly with? Are you dating? Is she into girls?" They seemed like the type of girls who would gossip, probably the worst kind of group for Rachel, but Amira loved them all to much to be angry with them.


"She specially told me she likes men, she only stayed after class for some job help." She smiled, continuing her walk to the building, now without the girls following her. It seemed a couple of them had gifts, but they were not crazed enough to attempt to give them to her at once.
 
Rachel breathed slowly and kept her eyes closed. Classes were going to end in an hour which meant that no one saw her small break down. She sighed again and bit her lip finally making it bleed and panicked "Shit..." she searched for paper in her bag and covered her lip. She sighed and finally got up slowly walking down the hall. She held her bag to her chest walking and looking down. Her posture was a bit hunched over. She wasn't sure if she could ever see Ms.Whiteday the same way again. She was scared what if someone heard even though Rachel spoke softly. What if someone saw her and thought something. all those thought were invading her mind. She placed her backpack on her back and kept walking. She could feel still like her whole body weight was just getting heavy by the minute. She stopped in a bathroom and looked in the mirror cleaning her face a bit. She held onto the sink and sighed breathing in and out at a slow pace. "It's going to be ok.. i have to have faith" she whispered "nothings wrong.. i hope.." she whispered again feeling the tears come to her eyes and fall down her cheeks this time.
 
Ms. Whiteday was still look for Rachel, before noticing a couple red drops in front of the bathroom. Obviously it couldn't be blood though, but it could hurt to check inside. She was there the moment the student was comforting herself, leaning against the wall without saying anything, thinking the girl just needed some time. When she broke out into a flood however, it was just too much for a single girl to handle. Her throat was dry of words though, and she couldn't find any for miles. All she could do was wrap her arms around her and comfort her. It wasn't the same type of hug that she gave in the garden, or all the ones she had that was with a big group. To her, it was hug that was shared between the two of them.


To Amira, this was how it was when she came out, except that her Ms. Whiteday was married, and her mother. She knew she liked girls for a while, so being troubled by it was quite strange. But to have her mom embrace her meant the world, and all she hoped at that moment was that Rachel could feel the same way.
 
Rachel's eyes snapped open but she couldn't stop she kept crying her tears falling down. She wanted to scream out to just break down the wall she built and she did she just buried her face in Amira's shoulder and cried. She cried for everything she felt in her heart. She held on to Ms.Whiteday like as she was going to fall apart. It was hard to come face to face that someone knew. Rachel's loud sobs slowly became dry tears and just an occasional shaking from her body. She remained silent not wanting to speak. She just closed her eyes and let herself be hugged. To her it had been years since she was hugged by a girl... She lived with her grandfather most of her life. Her parents traveled due to their business and her being the only girl in the family also made things strange for her. She did have friends but they all started to act strange in high school which is then that she started to become what her 'friends' said a bookworm. She didn't care and then she realized her own sexuality on her junior year. She never told anyone since she saw many people she knew getting teased for their preference. She stood up for them but she knew she could never stand up for herself so she built the wall to keep them away which just created a more secluded Rachel than she was before.


Rachel sniffed a bit and then pulled away trying to fix her make up since she bet she looked awful "S-Sorry..." she whispered and looked down again. She always had that habit to avoid eye contact it made her feel strange. She sniffed again the tears building up again but not letting them fall. "What if someone heard...?" she whispered "I don't want to be teased.. i don't want anyone to know.. there just going to see me differently" she whispered her voice shaking. She covered her face and shook her head over and over
 
Ms. Whiteday didn't answer. She couldn't, after failing to hold back her own flood of tears, the dam that was image finally broke. To think that someone could love, because of anything, is saddening. Seeing students go through troubles is the worst thing a for a teacher. Seeing someone go through troubles that you went through is the worst thing as a person. Amira wasn't bullied often because of her sexuality. The highschool was quite reliable when she came out, having the teachers pay close attention to her attitude with the other students. She was able to like girls thanks to those teachers, it was joyful to think you had cushion to take the blows for you.


To think that this girl had came from highschool without letting society know, just because she cares about what society thinks, it was heartbreaking. It's a word used so often that it has no affect on most people, but heartbreaking, not even that could describe how she felt right now, standing infront of this girl, crying eyes dry.
 
Rachel sniffed softly and just looked down at the ground she couldn't say anything anymore. Her throat fell like it had knots. Rachel slowly turned up and watches as Ms.Whiteday too was crying but she had real tears not dry like Rachel's now. She hesitantly wiped them away from her. "I-i'm sorry i just broke down in front of you..." she whispered her voice raspy from her crying. She tried to smile but it seemed to not come out right "C-Could you just forget i did that?" she asked just wanting to see a small reaction. She wiped her face again her knees wobbling a bit as she moved a bit "I really must go.. i'm sorry.." she tried to walk out but her knees gave up on her again as she just looked at the ground. She closed her eyes ignoring the pain and bit her lip again opening the wound again noticing her lip starting to bleed again. She closed her eyes "S-sorry... i'm just so sorry...." she whispered to herself and shook her head. She had no idea what to do. She seemed like a lost puppy just wanting to know what she had to do.
 

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