Ashley's Campaign Ch. 10

During History class, Ashley noticed Old Mister Dunson repeatedly staring at her bare legs. Since the classroom was basically a small auditorium with theater seating, Ashley's seat was just above the teacher's eye level. Ashley felt excited as she let her legs drift apart. She laughed to herself when beads of sweat formed on her history teacher's forehead. The more she spread her long legs, the redder his face got. The more he stared, the more aroused Ashley became.

During Calculus class, Mr. Wilson handed back the results of their recent exam. Ashley was disappointed with her score of 88. As he was going over the answers, Ashley realized the teacher had made a mistake grading her test.

After class, Ashley went up to Mr. Wilson's desk. Ashley said, "I think maybe you misunderstood my approach to the third question."

Mr. Wilson said, "OK Ashley, let me look at it."

Ashley handed her test to Mr. Wilson and he flipped the test to the third problem.

Mr. Wilson said, "I don't see a problem with the grade."

Ashley leaned over the desk and pointed to her answer and said, "It's a three-dimensional integral. I just formulated the problem with the two inner integrations switched. I even made sure I included the limits on the integrals."

When Ashley looked up at Mr. Wilson, she realized he was looking down her top and his eyes were focused on her breasts. The pushup bra was offering her ample breasts for her teacher's amusement. Ashley blushed at the same time she felt her nipples and pussy respond. Ashley inhaled sharply, but she remained leaning over the desk.

Mr. Wilson stammered, "I'll have to look this over in more detail later. Now I think that is the warning bell for the next class."

As she was rushing to her English class, Ashley heard her phone beep to indicate a text message. She was horrified to find a message from Kyle.

She texted back, 'WTF Kyle. How did you get my number?"

Kyle responded, 'Since I am going to be your BFF, I got your number from your phone when you dropped off my sister.'

'Leave me alone, asshole.'

'Love you 2. Call me whenever you need me because you will need me. haha'

Ashley slammed her phone into her backpack and headed for her English class. Ms. Ainslie was reviewing material that Ashley had already mastered. Her mind wandered to thoughts of revenge against the Ellen and the basketball players. Inspiration struck and Ashley smiled. The school safety officer had told the students there was a heroin epidemic in Riverdale. Many people got hooked after taking opiates for pain. It would be natural for the basketball players and even the cheerleaders to be treated for pain from sport's injuries. No one would doubt that her enemies were heroin addicts if she planted drugs in her their lockers. She could use the school hotline to provide an anonymous tip, she would be rid of them forever. She would need to get access to their lockers and she could buy the drugs from Kyle.

After class, Ashley cornered Brandon, the president of Riverdale High School's Mathletes and the unofficial leader of the school nerds.

Ashley asked, "Brandon, is there any way to open someone's locker? I mean, can you find out their combination?"

Brandon whispered, "The school has a file that lists all of the students and their locker combinations. I downloaded everything from the school computers as a lark. It was an easy hack. The school's computer security is a joke. It probably would have taken me a few hours to break in, but the principle's secretary has her administrative password on a Post-it Note on her monitor. It was easy to pick the lock to the school offices."

Ashley laughed, "I'm not surprised. Most of the staff is computer illiterate. Brandon, can I please have the file?"

Brandon said, "What are you going to do with it?"

Ashley said, "You don't want to know. I'll only say that I have a surprise in mind for Ellen and her evil minions."

Brandon said, "Sweet! I don't need to know anymore. I can give you the file tomorrow. I think it's best if I give it to you on a flash drive. I don't want an email record."

Ashley gave Brandon a hug, "Brandon, you're the best."

During her lunch break, Ashley texted Kyle, 'Hey.'

A few minutes later Kyle replied, 'Bitch, what's up?'

Ashley groaned. She replied, 'I'd like to buy some of your stuff.'

'What do you mean STUFF?'

'You know, the stuff you gave me. I'd like twenty bags.'

'No, Hell no!'

Ashley stared at his reply. What the fuck? Wasn't that what he wanted?

'I don't understand.'

'What part of no don't you understand? I thought every woman knew that no means no.'

What an asshole! 'But I need it.'

'No, you don't. Not yet. When you're on your knees begging, we can talk quantity. Until then it's one at a time.'

'When?'

'Stop by anytime.'

Ashley leaned against the wall lost in thought. After several days of racking her brain, she hadn't come up with any other plan that stood a chance of working. She had to get the drugs and Kyle was her only contact. Damn Ellen, damn her to hell! She had to get the drugs. Somehow she had to convince Kyle that he could trust her. Fuck it, she could take a few shots of Kyle's shit until he agreed to sell her what she needed. How hard could it be for an intelligent person like herself to kick a little drug habit?