Time for Some Fun Pt. 18

No wonder she couldn’t find the room. Anyone being sensible would think it was on the second floor. But no, all of the rooms on the second floor started with an extra digit. And for some reason, room 203 was not placed on the floor directly below room 1203. Instead it was at the other end of the school, because screw sensible architecture, right? She mentally vented her anger at whatever idiot had been in charge of the exceedingly simple job of numbering the rooms.

Finally locating room 203, she rapped sharply on the door. The teacher, a man with a tired and unhinged look in his eyes stepped out.

“I need to speak with Aria Phillips.”

His eyes widened. What was that look? Nervous? “Excuse me,” he said, “We’re in the middle of an exam.”

“I’m with the FBI,” she flashed him her badge. “It’s important. Have her retake the exam later.”

“What?” His eyes looked terrified. Mortified! This man... he really cares about his students, doesn’t he? Dufresne found herself hesitating for once. There was nothing she admired than a devoted and hardworking professional. And in front of her stood a sallow looking man, who would have been handsome and in the prime of his thirties, like she was, had he not been dressed in disheveled clothes and bearing heavy bags under his eyes.

“Sorry, mister...”

“Mr. Krocker”

“Mister Krocker. I normally wouldn’t disrupt a class, let alone an exam. But I’m very busy and pressed for time. Could you make an exception and excuse Aria Phillips from your class.”

“You’re sure you can’t wait another twelve minutes?” Jeffrey Krocker wanted to postpone the oncoming confrontation for as long as possible. Had that bitch Lauren gone against her word and turned him in? Or that sicko bastard Kyle?

“It’s okay, I’ve already finished my exam.” Aria had made her way to the front of the room while he was busy, test papers in hand. All the other students were still busy. Where did she find the time?

“If you’ll come with me, then. Is there somewhere we can sit?” Dufresne stepped away from the door, and Aria and Krocker followed. He dragged his feet. His stomach was boiling and he could taste bile rising in his throat. And thinking about throats. Oh god - he has being confronted for his crimes just minutes after having a vivid wet daydream/hallucination of shooting his seed directly down his student’s throat. Oh god...

“Sorry, perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. I need to speak to miss Phillips alone.” Krocker froze. He had followed them expecting to be arrested. But she was only interested in Aria? Maybe... he wasn’t caught? But no, why would Aria be talking to the FBI if that wasn’t the case?

The sick feeling was returning. The woman was clearly there to question Aria about the photos. They were building a case against him. The door closed behind him and the women were off. He stood at the front of the room, his world crumbling apart to the tune of twenty pencils etching onto paper words explaining the meaning of Sense and Sensibility.

Now that Judy and Aria were alone, neither of them cast so much as a wayward thought towards the fragile man in the classroom. Their attention was focused entirely on each other. Aria walked stiffly next to Dufresne. How did Dufresne find her? This was the woman in charge of the terrorism investigation, wasn’t she?

Aria thought she had successfully ruined any trace connecting her to the assembly incident. She had blown up a computer storing compromising footage. She had stolen and shredded notes. She had led the woman in circles. When Aria spied Dufresne in the hospital, she had made doubly sure that her attention was on the “strange phenomenon” and not on any suspects. The one mistake, the ONLY mistake she had made was that brief moment of eye contact in the hospital. But Dufresne could have only barely caught a glimpse of her before Aria disappeared, ‘teleporting’ herself away from the scene of the crime. How did the investigator find her?!

Judy could have sworn that the girl in front of her looked familiar. It was the same blue eyes that had peered in on her in the Hospital examination room one week earlier, she was sure of it. Aria Phillips had been in that waiting room and fled after being caught spying on her classmates examination.

Judy had Aria sit down opposite her, and began her interrogation.”Aria, do you know who I am?”

Aria used her time powers to give herself a moment to think.

It was a simple question, but she’d seen enough cop dramas to know that a lot of the purpose of these kinds of questionings was to get the questioned person off balance, and more prone to making simple mistakes, like giving inconsistent information. She took a moment to try to stop freaking out.

“Mrs. Dufrezney, right?”

If it was the “detective”s design to knock her off balance, Aria decided two could play that game. She had investigated Dufresne plenty, and knew exactly how to press her buttons.

Dufresne blanched. “It’s pronounced Du-fray-n, actually. Miss Dufresne, or Detective Dufresne.”

“Does the FBI even have detectives? I thought they had agents or special agents or something.”

“Well, I am a special agent, but-”

“So you’re not a detective, then.” It was a statement, not a question. Judy ground her teeth together.

“I was a detective. The title stuck with me even after I began working for the FBI. Anyways, I called you out here t-”

“Does that count as impersonating an officer? I remember learning about that in social studies. US code chapter 43, right?”

Judy’s jaw clenched tighter. There’s no way in hell this student just happens to know the United States Code of Federal Law. It’s like the girl was trying to throw Judy off.

“A nickname is just a nickname. And that’s not what I’m here to talk to you about. I have some q-”

“Mrs. Dufrezney, not to interrupt you, but there is a huge ass spider in your hair.”

“Excuse me?” Dufresne felt something tickle her forehead. A spindly limb stepped toward her eye.

Impatiently, Judy reached to her hair and plucked out the flailing bug and flicked it across the hall.

Aria’s eyes widened. The detective had barely blinked. Hardcore. Though it was a shame. Aria had spent at least twenty not-minutes finding the thing. And even if it was frozen in time, it took her a while to work up the courage to pick up the creepy arachnid.

Judy cleared her throat. “I know you’ve already been questioned, but we wanted to double check a few statements just to be sure. You were at the incident, correct?”

“Jizzgate? Yeah, I was there.”

“And did you experience the symptoms like everyone else in attendance?”

“Well, yes...” Judy noted that, at this, Aria’s shoulders stiffened. A lie?

“And have you experienced any strange happenings since then? Any more symptoms?”

“N-no.” Judy noticed something strange. At the start of the ‘no,’ Aria was stiff. By the time the answer was finished, in a small glitch like instance, her demeanor changed. In that span of a fraction of a second, the girl sitting in front of her had found calm and confidence. It looked like a glitch in the matrix.

“Have you been to the hospital for a check up since then?”

“No.” A firm answer. A determined answer? It was no question ms Phillips was hiding something. Perhaps this is the lead Judy was looking for.

“Really, now?” Judy fought a grin.

“I happen to know you were at the hospital on the nineteenth. Care to elaborate why you would lie about that?”

Time freeze.

How the hell did the special agent know about that? Shit. Aria was careless. She felt dizzy. Aria got up from her seat and paced. When the world slowed it’s spinning, she stuck her pinky finger in her mouth and began slurping, covering it thoroughly in her spit. She then jammed her finger into Dufresne’s ear and gave her a wet willy.

Aria took a walk around the school. How had she been singled out? Where did she go wrong. Was it really just the hospital? She had barely been spotted there. Unless they pulled the hospital tapes, how did Dufresne even know Aria went there in the first place? Sure, they made brief eye contact, but before that the detective had never seen her before, and there was no way in hell that Aria was recognized from anywhere else.

Aria walked past a history classroom and backtracked a few steps, peering in through the window on the door. She allowed herself in and walked up to a desk on the far side of the room.

“Hey there, Lauren. Did you have anything to do with this, I wonder?”

Aria peered into her blank face. “You fucking suck, you know that?”

Lauren’s snark somehow managed to emanate from her unmoving face. Aria sneered at her.

“Did you enjoy your little date with your teacher? Do you sleep with all your teachers so you don’t get held back a grade?”

Lauren, of course, didn’t answer.

Aria kicked Lauren in the shin. That ought to hurt. Aria then took the time to scream loudly directly into Lauren’s ear.

Before Aria left to go continue her conversation with the FBI agent with considerably less pent up stress, she turned and spoke a message to the ruiner-of-her-fun. “Just you wait, Lauren. You’re in for it. Aria closed the door behind her.

Dufresne almost missed Aria’s answer to her question by a gross feeling in her ear that made her shiver. She wiped her ear while Aria responded.

“I feel kind of uncomfortable talking about my health and my body to a stranger. That’s between me and my doctor. Sorry.”

“You-”

“Can a please go back to class now. I don’t have to be here, do I?”

Dufresne furrowed her brows, but allowed it. Aria walked off after saying a polite goodbye. That girl was definitely hiding a secret. But what was it, and what did it have to do with the incident? She would have to investigate Aria Phillips more closely.

Judy was interrupted in her train of thought by a vibration in her pants. She answered the phone. It was an unknown number. “Who is this?” She demanded.

“J-Joey. I mean, Joseph Duff, sir! I mean ma’am!”

Dufresne smiled. Perhaps she would get answers after all? “Do you have something to tell me, Joey?” She asked sweetly.

“Th-there is a rumor. About Aria? I thought you should know because you asked and all.” Judy patiently waited for him to get to the point. “So, like, there’s a rumor going around that Aria is pregnant.”

“Is she?”

“N-no. Well, I don’t think so. But the rumors have been going on for a while and I haven’t asked her about it...”

“And who told you this?”

“Lauren Valdevillia.” Judy had him spell it out for her. Predictably, he stumbled at the first L. Not even the first L in Valdevillia. The L in Lauren.

Judy hung up. That news... it wasn’t ideal. Aria was her one lead, and if this rumor was true, Aria Phillips’ strange behavior began to make a world of sense. She was a teenager hiding a pregnancy. Acting strange when asked about symptoms? Lying about a hospital visit? Mood swings visible enough to have her show three or more different moods in one very short conversation?

She sighed. So much for her lead. Maybe she should check into it anyways? Her phone pinged and she groaned at the number of notifications she had. Way too many emails. Putting the whole trip to the school out of mind, Judy returned to her office.

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End Note: Someone asked what my favorite comments were. I’m a pervert, so of course it’s the one’s in which people describe how hard or wet they got, or if they came, their favorite part, etc. But generally I love every one with something nice to say, including constructive critiques.

I’m a comment whore. I beg for comments like a YouTuber. “Hit that like and subscribe button, and don’t forget the bell icon!” I’m a slut for the written word, so fuck me up with your sweet sweet feedback, daddy!

I think this is my kink, guys. We did it. I am now a fetishist. I hope you’re happy. I’m gonna go spank myself like Stormy did to Trump with comments about what a good girl I am printed onto construction paper.

I meant that last part as a joke, but.... (butt, hehehe)