I'm sick of these stories where the main chara is a "secksy, hot 14 year old chick who allures guys and has a manipulative sister and an abusive family and a secksy hot boyfriend who's 18 and is a lollicon and has a raging ex girlfriend who has a mysterious past". Honestly? I'll click the exit button so quick that even light can't catch up. It's so cliché. Not a mock story. ---- "Isn't it wonderful?" The fact I'm eating a chocolate chip cookie or the whole class going to Alabama this week? I'm taking the former. "Want shmome?" I smiled, the cookie still in my mouth. "No thanks." What?! But didn't you say cookies were the best thing evar?! "Okhayzhe." I grabbed the glass of milk and shoved it down my throat, oblivious to what the girls were blabbering about. I blinked thrice after I heard the keywords: "Hot", "Beach", and "Teacher". Mr. Hathway was going to join us?! Ehmagawd— "Anyway, as I was saying, MR. HATHWAY IS A SECKSY MOTHA FUCKAH AND MY GOAL IS TO UNDRESS HIM—" ... Did I hear correctly? That Jennifer wanted to— "... AHEM." Samantha quickly cut in, thankfully. I didn't want to hear those oh so sinful details of Jennifer's little... fantasy story. "Hyou whant shmome?" I managed to speak without the crumbs falling out of my mouth. Samamtha nodded before I shoved my hand into the package on my right, with OATMEAL RAISIN COOKEHZ. As soon as Sam bit into one, she spluttered and ran to the nearest restroom. "Wasn't that a bit too harsh?" "You're the one to talk, Jenni. I don't want to hear your erotic little story about you hum—" "SCOTT, SCOTT BABY, LUCY IS HARASSING ME AGAIN." Of course. Plan B with your ultra smexi disc jockey boyfriend. Smooth. "DARLING, WHERE ARE YOU—" Plus, he's blind, so if Jenni ever cheated on him, he wouldn't know. "You are so insensitive, Luce." I turned around and my nose met Nero's. "Damn psychic." "Someone called?" He said it loud enough that everybody in the classroom could hear. Jennifer, the purple headed bombshell, who was sitting on a desk and stuffing tissues in her bra snickered. "Watch it, Jen. Mr. Hathway's sure to notice that chest sticking out. A cup to D cup in two days?! Impossible!" "She has a point." Scott chuckled. Of course, this was all a joke. Jenni wouldn't dump him for a man eight years older than her. "... Or would she?" Nero wagged his eyebrows and I couldn't help but shoot out the milk I was drinking from my nostrils. Unfortunately for Sam, the milk hit her in the face. "GROSS." And back she went to the bathroom, cleaning her face for another ten minutes. "Hey, better get those tissues out of your bra, chicka, Hathway's coming." ----
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----- "EHMAGAWD MR.HATHWAY, YUSOSMEXI?!" As Mr. Hathway strut in with his smexiness, all the girls leaned in and made duck faces, pretty much having erotic fantasies and thinking they'd be kissed by his oh so holy lips. "Look, Luce! Carmen's making a duck face too! Quack! Quack!" Okay. I added in the 'quacks' for me own entertainment. No, he didn't say it. Nero wasn't THAT immature. "EWWWWWWWW. She's fantasizing about being—" Okay. I take that back. "Hey, Lucy! Listen!" Mr. Hathway was of course, stripping. Only his jacket though. Even if it was only his outer clothing, half of the girls screamed and teared at their faces. Other than that, his eyes were closed and he was speaking softly. Admist all the shrieking, screaming, and shouting, I could hear four words. "I'm. Retiring. Next. Month." Nobody noticed. I gasped, and nearly fell. MR. HATHWAY, THE SEX SYMBOL OF OAK HIGH, RETIRING?! "NUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" I crawled onto my desk and joined the chaos. Ripping my hair off and mauling at other girl's clothing. "HEY, JENI, LOOK!! LUCY'S IN HEAT—" -----