If there was ever a law for the secret smutfic writers of the school, it would be this:
"Don't let the dean catch you writing about the chief chemistry teacher with anyone other than her."
This 'law' came into being after a poor fool had decided to write one of these stories in the library one day.
He had been minding his own business, going about writing a story requested by several of his peers involving the young chemistry teacher and the aged biology professor. All was going smoothly, until the dean entered the facility.
As she walked along the computers, she noticed the writing youth and the giggling fits he had at times. Stopping behind him, she glanced at his work. The next thing the boy knew, he was dragged off to the dean's office.

By the end of the day, the boy was dragged out of the school by FBI agents. WHat had happened, no one knows. The only thing that the students did know was what to call that particular ship: "Archster or v&"
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"I am NOT going to draw anything about my dad!"
Eris looked down angrily at Sherry, who had tried to propose a sort of alliance between them.
"If you want me to draw Mr. Kaysen getting gang-banged by the sports coaches while the football team faps on him, I'll do it. But I am NOT going to draw him getting bummed by my dad!"
"C'mon, it's only a few pictures."
"He's still my dad, Sherry."
The freshman looked around,
"You sure I can't convince you?"
Erris snorted
"I am absolutely, positively confident that there is nothing you can say or do that will make me--"
And then Sherry pulled out a large wad of cash.
Fora  moment, Eris looked down at the money, then back to Sherry. Finally, she spoke.
"Throw in a month of your mom's cookies and we've got a deal."
"They're yours."
As the two shook on the deal, a dark cloud seem to be cast over the teacher's lounge. They would soon fear this deadly alliance.