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SMACK!
The sharp cool pain of metal smashes against the back of my skull and my books plummet to the floor along with my glasses. Roars of evil laughter flood in from behind me as I’m pushed hard against the lockers. Suddenly there’s an uncomfortable sensation as somebody’s chest presses up against my back as they slide there hands down my waist.
“How’s it going babe?”
Jordan’s hot breath lingers around my ear and stinks of garlic. His hands play at my waist, running down to my hips then shove me back into his crotch.
“Y’know you want this, babe.”
I fight off the urge to throw my head back and smack it against his forehead as he continues to sexually harass me in the middle of the corridor. He finally lets my hips go and wraps his fingers through my hair pulling my head back to whisper.
“Stay the fuck out of my way, cock cruncher.”
He pushes me forward again and kicks my books across the floor as his group of followers trail along behind him, complimenting him on his amazing torture routine.
I ruffle my hands through my hair and try to shake off the pain coursing through the back of my skull. Jordan’s presence is still lingering around my back and my ear and it’s the most fucking uncomfortable feeling in the world. You would think I would be used to it, it’s not like this is the first time this has happened. The incident that just took place replays automatically through my mind. I love how he calls me a cock cruncher when he’s the one that insists on having my ass pressed up against his crotch. A frustrated sigh snatches my attention and I turn to see my older brother and his midget follower.
“What the fuck happened Mikey?”
I look down and observe my books scattering useless information across the floor. Lies twirl around in my head but I decide I don’t really care if Gerard knows I’m lying.
“Well this locker door just came out of no where while I was walking backwards and smacked me in the back of the head… uncanny isn’t it?”
By the complete and utter blank face my older brother was making I knew he didn’t buy it. But it was kind of funny watching him get frustrated.
“So the locker just flung open and attacked you of its on volition is what you’re saying?”
I pause momentarily to come up with my supposedly witty comeback.
“Yeah, basically.”… ok so not as witty as I had hoped, but hey it got the message across… I think.
A flash of anger jolted through my brother’s eyes and his muscles slightly tensed. I watched as his expression changes then I run my eyes down and see something that shouldn’t be there. I cover my mouth with my hands and let small laughs out into my palm.
For some weird reason my brother seems to have a stiffy. Not something I really want to see, but amusing nonetheless. Gerard glances down and realizes what I’m laughing at and shoots me a death glare before tugging his shirt down.
“I’m going for a walk, Frank you stay with Mikey”
“Oh but Gerard, what was that you were saying about ‘waiting for the opportune moment” Mr. I can’t think of my own witty line so I will quote jack sparrow”
“its CAPTAIN jack sparrow, and shut the fuck up Frank!”
“Well I was just saying you don’t have to get defensive”
Gerard’s teeth ground in frustration at the smart assed boy before him. He shot me a look of concern before tuning around to walk off.
“Gerard! You ca-“
“I’m going to the fucking toilet!”
Franks mouth opens to reply to my brother but the slam of the toilet door shuts him up. Thank God.
He slumps his shoulders as boredom quickly over flows him before turning to look at me. I glare down at him and tried to figure out why Gerard lets this psycho follow him around all the time. I would’ve stabbed him by now.
My fingers brush against the cold floor as I decide to finally pick up all my books. Papers shuffle around in my hands and I find Frank kneeling down in front of me gathering the rest of my Sociology books. Maybe he’s not as bad as I assumed. He looks up at me with a small smile pulling at his lips and my frustration slowly dies. We stay like this for a while, silently picking up bits of notes.
I watch as Frank rises and dusts off his knees, slowly moving towards me with his hand extended. Okay. Now at this moment in time, for some fucktard reason Frank has managed to throw himself forward and lands directly on top of me. His body crushes me and knocks every inch of breath out.
“WHAT THE FUCK FRANK!?”
I scream as the last bit of breath leaves my mouth. He squirms uncomfortably on top of me and manages to ‘accidently’ brush his hand across my crotch. I force words to come back to me.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”
To make matters worse the buckle of Frank’s belt has decided to hook onto mine. This is when I decide to just give up. I’m not even gonna try to unhook from him, he can sort out that shit. I reach my hand around him and into my pocket as he tries to move his fingers around our lower regions as subtly as possible. But to be honest, I don’t even give a fuck.
An irritating ring screams up and down the corridor alerting all the mindless teenagers to get the fuck out of class. I move my hand around in my pocket, as quickly as I can, trying to find my timetable. The ink stained piece of paper tells me what I really didn’t want it to... It was now time for me to enjoy a class with that horny as fuck Neanderthal Jordan. Oh joy
The sharp cool pain of metal smashes against the back of my skull and my books plummet to the floor along with my glasses. Roars of evil laughter flood in from behind me as I’m pushed hard against the lockers. Suddenly there’s an uncomfortable sensation as somebody’s chest presses up against my back as they slide there hands down my waist.
“How’s it going babe?”
Jordan’s hot breath lingers around my ear and stinks of garlic. His hands play at my waist, running down to my hips then shove me back into his crotch.
“Y’know you want this, babe.”
I fight off the urge to throw my head back and smack it against his forehead as he continues to sexually harass me in the middle of the corridor. He finally lets my hips go and wraps his fingers through my hair pulling my head back to whisper.
“Stay the fuck out of my way, cock cruncher.”
He pushes me forward again and kicks my books across the floor as his group of followers trail along behind him, complimenting him on his amazing torture routine.
I ruffle my hands through my hair and try to shake off the pain coursing through the back of my skull. Jordan’s presence is still lingering around my back and my ear and it’s the most fucking uncomfortable feeling in the world. You would think I would be used to it, it’s not like this is the first time this has happened. The incident that just took place replays automatically through my mind. I love how he calls me a cock cruncher when he’s the one that insists on having my ass pressed up against his crotch. A frustrated sigh snatches my attention and I turn to see my older brother and his midget follower.
“What the fuck happened Mikey?”
I look down and observe my books scattering useless information across the floor. Lies twirl around in my head but I decide I don’t really care if Gerard knows I’m lying.
“Well this locker door just came out of no where while I was walking backwards and smacked me in the back of the head… uncanny isn’t it?”
By the complete and utter blank face my older brother was making I knew he didn’t buy it. But it was kind of funny watching him get frustrated.
“So the locker just flung open and attacked you of its on volition is what you’re saying?”
I pause momentarily to come up with my supposedly witty comeback.
“Yeah, basically.”… ok so not as witty as I had hoped, but hey it got the message across… I think.
A flash of anger jolted through my brother’s eyes and his muscles slightly tensed. I watched as his expression changes then I run my eyes down and see something that shouldn’t be there. I cover my mouth with my hands and let small laughs out into my palm.
For some weird reason my brother seems to have a stiffy. Not something I really want to see, but amusing nonetheless. Gerard glances down and realizes what I’m laughing at and shoots me a death glare before tugging his shirt down.
“I’m going for a walk, Frank you stay with Mikey”
“Oh but Gerard, what was that you were saying about ‘waiting for the opportune moment” Mr. I can’t think of my own witty line so I will quote jack sparrow”
“its CAPTAIN jack sparrow, and shut the fuck up Frank!”
“Well I was just saying you don’t have to get defensive”
Gerard’s teeth ground in frustration at the smart assed boy before him. He shot me a look of concern before tuning around to walk off.
“Gerard! You ca-“
“I’m going to the fucking toilet!”
Franks mouth opens to reply to my brother but the slam of the toilet door shuts him up. Thank God.
He slumps his shoulders as boredom quickly over flows him before turning to look at me. I glare down at him and tried to figure out why Gerard lets this psycho follow him around all the time. I would’ve stabbed him by now.
My fingers brush against the cold floor as I decide to finally pick up all my books. Papers shuffle around in my hands and I find Frank kneeling down in front of me gathering the rest of my Sociology books. Maybe he’s not as bad as I assumed. He looks up at me with a small smile pulling at his lips and my frustration slowly dies. We stay like this for a while, silently picking up bits of notes.
I watch as Frank rises and dusts off his knees, slowly moving towards me with his hand extended. Okay. Now at this moment in time, for some fucktard reason Frank has managed to throw himself forward and lands directly on top of me. His body crushes me and knocks every inch of breath out.
“WHAT THE FUCK FRANK!?”
I scream as the last bit of breath leaves my mouth. He squirms uncomfortably on top of me and manages to ‘accidently’ brush his hand across my crotch. I force words to come back to me.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”
To make matters worse the buckle of Frank’s belt has decided to hook onto mine. This is when I decide to just give up. I’m not even gonna try to unhook from him, he can sort out that shit. I reach my hand around him and into my pocket as he tries to move his fingers around our lower regions as subtly as possible. But to be honest, I don’t even give a fuck.
An irritating ring screams up and down the corridor alerting all the mindless teenagers to get the fuck out of class. I move my hand around in my pocket, as quickly as I can, trying to find my timetable. The ink stained piece of paper tells me what I really didn’t want it to... It was now time for me to enjoy a class with that horny as fuck Neanderthal Jordan. Oh joy
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