Holly Day Gets A D For Detention – Holly Day

It was another boring day at St. Miserable’s All-Girls Academy. The students were just going through the motions, chalking up another hour of their lives wasted in dull classrooms. That is, until Holly Day walked in.

Holly was the new transfer student, having just arrived from a prestigious private school overseas. With her curvy figure, tattooed skin, and messy bun of raven tresses, she stood out like a sore thumb among the prim and proper uniforms. Everyone was mesmerized by her striking beauty.

Miss Honeycutt, the ancient and stern headmistress, hadn’t yet decided what to do with Holly. The girl had a reputation for being brilliant in the classroom but a real troublemaker everywhere else. How to handle her? That was the question.

Little did Miss Honeycutt know, Holly had no intention of toeing the line. If anything, the rule-abiding monotony of a girls’ school was stifling, and Holly yearned to break free, to cause some trouble. Her uniform may adhere to the letter of the code, but she made it work for her – pushing up her breasts, unbuttoning her top just so, ensuring no one could take their eyes off her.

Especially not Mr. Finch, the young science teacher. Holly had him wrapped around her little finger, which was perfect for causing mischief. While the other students took notes, Holly only had eyes for her teacher’s chiseled jaw and broad shoulders, imagining what may happen after class was over.

In fact, as the bell rang, Holly made her move. “Sir, I seem to have gotten my skirt caught on my seat,” she said innocently, batting her long lashes. Mr. Finch was immediately at her side, not noticing as Holly slid her hand along the inside of his thigh, fiddling with imaginary fabric.

“Oh, I just can’t get it loose!” Holly gasped, leaning over Mr. Finch’s lap as she pretended to tug at her skirt. She felt his rapid pulse through his pants and smirked to herself. Pushing her limits was so thrilling!

Just then, Miss Honeycutt stormed in. “What’s going on here?!” she bellowed. Mr. Finch jumped back guiltily while Holly just grinned. She sure had a flare for the dramatic.

“You! Holly Day! Taking your skirt off in the middle of the classroom?!” Miss Honeycutt was livid. But Holly just rolled her eyes.

“I was doing no such thing! I thought I was stuck, and Mr. Finch was just helping me, Miss Honeycutt. You know, like what an upstanding gentleman would do.” Holly tossed her hair and crossed her arms, drawing the attention of every male in the room to her ample cleavage.

Miss Honeycutt’s eyes bulged. She could not believe this young woman’s arrogance! “Young lady, I’ll have you know this is – this is -”

“Detention. Yes, I know. It’s the standard threat around here.” Holly’s voice was bored. “You know, maybe you should actually try and understand the students you’re so eager to punish once in a while. But then again…” She looked Miss Honeycutt up and down skeptically. “Maybe not.”

With that, Holly sauntered out of the classroom, leaving a stunned crowd behind. But as she reached for the door handle, she bumped right into Harry – the brooding bad boy who broke every rule at the academ . Not to mention the one guy Holly couldn’t stand.

“What, you here to give me 50 detention points too?” she quipped, trying not to focus too hard on how good Harry looked with his shirt unbuttoned. Who got to be so attractive while still being so frustrating? It wasn’t fair.

“Cut it out, Holly,” Harry snapped. “What’s your deal anyway?”

“My deal?” Holly arched an eyebrow. “My deal is knowing that sticks and stones can break my bones, but your toxic masculinity can never destroy my spirit.”

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes at the cliched rally cry. “Yeah? Well, you just keep putting up those walls, sweetheart, and you’ll end up alone before you know it.”

It was a low blow – Holly’s insecurity wasn’t that she couldn’t be alone, but rather that she might want to be with someone worthwhile along the way. And if anyone knew her better, it would be Harry – her hidden weakness.

“Wouldn’t be so bad, this whole alone thing,” Holly said sharply, trying to save face as she turned to leave. “At least I’d know I’d have my own company. Unlike you and your empty threats.”

But even as the words left her lips, Holly felt like she was being drawn back to Harry – like some invisible force was pulling her into him, making her want to break her own walls just to get closer to him. It was infuriating.

So instead of walking past Harry, Holly stormed into him, pushing him backwards as she pinned him against the lockers. Their faces were an inch apart, both of them breathing heavily – Holly’s eyes blazing, Harry’s dark with desire.

“Cut the crap, Harry,” Holly whispered, her voice barely above a hiss. “Unless you want me to throw you. Your. Detention.”

To punctuate her threat, Holly punctuated it by grabbing Harry’s tie, pulling it tight as she tilted her hips towards him, grinding her body against his. Harry’s breath caught, his blue eyes clouding over with lust. Holly felt the evidence of it poking at her belly button.

She smirked, leaning in until her lips were brushing against his ear. “I didn’t think so,” she breathed. “Now, cover for me. Not that it’ll matter much longer, if I know what I’ve walked in on.”

With that, Holly released Harry and strutted off, a bounce in her step and a smug look on her face, leaving Harry to stoop tousen with hairy back of his solitude and wondering if it was too late to get detention with Miss Day