;> Updated fo mai dawlingz, Qinzy-foo, ANGIEANQKKENAKZJDNQ-PHOO, Pie-SAMA, Andi-boo, and Tiff-gloo. :3 ----- History... It whizzed past us and hit Nero in the eye. I guess you could say he took an adventurous historical quill pen to the eye and got sent to the hospital. ----- "BLOOD, BLOOD, EVERYWHERE— OMFG LU-CHAN HURRY THE FUCK UP AND KISS MY EMPTY EYE SOCKET, MY BOOBOO IS LEAKING CRIMSON LIQUID, OH SHIT—!" You could say, his pose was... unorthodox. He was slightly hunched, legs crossed like he urinated in his front lawn, arms covering his mewbs and he was spazzing out. Oh, and his eyes were spewing blood out like a fountain. Eyes. Because I accidentally shoved my pinky finger nail in his other eye. "MR. HATHWAY, NERO NEEDS A KISS, IT HEALS HIM—" Sam. You said the holy words. Mr. Hathway advanced like a cougar bitch and hovered over him, emotionless. Of course, his tie was silently whipping Nero's nipples. "..." The female specimen of this particular area of the entire building anticipated for this sexy hell of a hunk to make his daring move. Headlines. 'SEXY ASS MUSCLE MAN READY TO MAKE OUT WITH A NAÏVE BOY.' "Son of a bitch, Lucy." The second those sweet puckered up lips landed on Nero's, I took out my phone on instinct and clicked the camera icon. BLACKMAIL TIME. ----- ._.
OHMYGOODNESS Now half of the female population are going to stick their own pinkies into their eyes now. Chloe-boo! :>
----- Chapter 2: What Goes On in their Heads ----- Lucy's POV: ----- EHMAGAWD, YES. YES. YESSSSS. I finally got a picture of Mr. Hathway making out with a guy! Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. *insert teary eyedgasmic face here* Besides. I could just tape Nero's face with a picture of Brad Pitt so I won't have to be turned off and barf on the new carpet dad bought. Ahhhh... Dreamy Mr. Hathway... "Lucy?" ----- Hissss......... "Lucy?" Dangit. Mr. Hathway was calling out for Lucy again. I looked down at my chest and sobbed inwardly. WHAAIIIIIIIII?! WHY MUST I BE STUCK WITH SUCH A FLAT CHEST?! "Pssst. Jeni." Scott craned his neck and nearly poke me in the eye with his walking stick. "What da fuck do you see in Mr. Hathway that I don't have?" Scott was flexing his biceps again. Ew. As if on instinct, my gag reflex almost threatened to expose me to mr. Hathway. I was already in deep shit with my reputation. *Ehmagawd, insert dramatic puppy face here* The class was boring, as usual. It would be a HOTTER if Mr. Hathway just ripped off that damn sexy shirt... Slowly pulled off that delicious tie... And SHOWED HIS GOD DAMN SCUMPTIOUS ABS. "Uh, Jeni? You're lucky Nero's in the hospital." ---- "Uh, Jeni? You're lucky Nero's in the hospital." As if on cue, Jeni whipped her "perfect" vivid purple hair in my face and looked at me through those "dazzling" white shades she bought at the most "authentic" store in the world. Seriously. What has the word authentic got to do with the fact we're all angsty teenagers moping around in class, having sick fantasies about one dreamy ass teacher? "You have beautiful, sexy, evergreen eyes." Ooooooh— BITCH SLAP TO THE FACE, JENNIFER. "Hey, Sam, cut it out. Jeni's on hypervenilation mode." ----- Sam was pointing fingers again. I should be glad that my girlfriend's actively joining the rest of the girls in an activity of screeching and doing awkward, foreign country lap dances, right? Yeah. I'm blind. Not fully blind or however you'd like to input that, you faggot. Damn straight. I can see your silouhette. "Ewww... Is that Cynthia making out with another chick?" God damn. "Oh wait! That's your crush for eight years, Rebecca, clawing at Mr. Hathway's pants!" .... "AND LOOK! THAT'S SARAH, THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL, SHE'S ADVANCING TOWARDS JENI!!" ... Why I ought to punch you right in the face. ------ The light... Eugh... The holyyy light... "Nerooo." "What?!" That voice. LUCY. "I brought you some homemade cookies." "Aren't you supposed to be at school?!" "Hey, it's my first time cutting class, I'm just following you. Now take these cookies before I force feed you." Now that I think about it... *HaseroticdaydreamaboutLucy* As soon as I was ready to snap out of my trance, Lucy had to use a spork to stab me in the appendix. "AH, BITCH." "Eat your God damn cookies before I do it again!" "NO!" "YES!" "NO!" "YES!" ------