Summer Scholastics Chapter 4
“Hello, Matthew,” came a deep and familiar voice from the phone. “I see I am not the only one who gets to ride you hard and put you up wet.” “H-hello,” Matthew said to the cell phone in his trembling hand. “Unless you want me to paste those photos all over the teacher’s lounge you just debased…” There was a long pause from the caller, which allowed Matthew to imagine this scenario in all its horrors. “You will march that chubby ass up to your classroom and follow the instructions laid out for you on your desk,” the voice said with a demanding tone. The phone beeped three times as the line went dead. Matthew lowered the phone and stared blankly at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. His head spun with anxious …