𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫

Truth

"I hope I didn't disturb." Jesus, what is it this time...? He closes the door.

"The fùck do you want?" Sora asked aggressively. "Chill, I ain't here for you, sperm donor."

He drops his bags down and sits on my desk. "I'm here for Miss Hot Pocket." He looks at me. Not again...

"Miss what? What the hell is he talking about, teach?" I hesitate to say anything.

Sora pulls his sleeves up. "You're not even in this class, bozo! Get the fućk out!"

Jared snickers. "Oh? So she didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" He turns to me. "Go ahead, babe," Jared said. "Tell him what we got goin on."

"She's not your 'babe', fùckin bozo." Jared laughs. "Aw, sperm donor wants to fight again? Cute."

Sora balls his fist up. I finally speak up. "Boys! Enough! Sit down, Sora." He glares at Jared.

"Sora, there's something you need to know about me and Jared." He listens. "He knows about us."

Sora paused. "He knows...what?" I sighed. "About what we do when we're alone..."

He turns to Jared. "You've been fückin watching us, díckhead?" Jared smirks, which made him angrier.

He snatches off his jacket. "You son of a bitc-" I blocked him from getting to Jared.

"Just wait! He's not gonna tell anybody. We've already talked it out..."

"Yeah, you better not fückin' tell," he told him. "I won't. She already sucked me off so..."

"What the fūck you say?" I tried holding Sora from starting a fight. Jared is unbothered.

"Please sit and let me explain!" Sora looks in my eyes and calms down immediately.

I proceeded to tell Sora everything about what happened with me and Jared.

"...and after that, he deleted all of the photos." Sora was out of thought. "Hm."

"In other words, I got a piece of that ašs too," Jared added. "Jared, please," I sighed.

I turn back to Sora. "I'm sorry you had to hear this, but I felt like you needed to know. Are you angry?"

"Nah, I'm not angry," he claimed. "But if that piece of shît tells anybody, Imma-"

"Do absolutely nothing," Jared interrupts. "You can't even fight for yourself, so what makes you think you can go against me?"

"Wanna try again, bìtch?" Sora tempted. "Please...no more fighting," I begged. Sora is still healing from the last fight. I can't let him get hurt again.

Jared rolls his eyes. "I don't snitch anyway. I just wanted to know how tight that pússy felt on my cøck."

I covered my ears. "Okay, Jared. We get it." Boldness and honesty are a terrible combination.

He jumps off my desk. "Anyways, what are you lovebirds up too? Or should I say...fuçkbirds?"

"Busy. So get the fúck out," Sora demanded. Jared laughs. "Damn, how many times are you guys gonna fućk? Is it mating season already?"

Sora takes my arm and pulls me away from Jared. "You've had your fun with her already. Leave."

"So you're just gonna keep her all to yourself now? Does she belong to you? I don't see your name anywhere."

"Um...boys, can we-" Sora puts me behind him. "Ion give a fúck if she don't belong to me. Fùck off."

Jared didn't flinch. "It's funny how you think you're tough. Meanwhile, you wanna be dominated. 'Mm, t-teacher, pwease fùck me, teacher. Oh, teacher.'"

Sora felt embarrassed from his mockery. "Shut the fūck up. I can be dominant too. Stay out of my business."

Jared gets closer, but Sora blocks him from getting near me. "Didn't elementary school teach you about sharing? Sharing is caring. Right babe?"

"Again, she's not your babe," he told him. "And I'm not sharing." Jared gets a bit serious.

"So you take my bītch without asking and I can't even go near your teacher? That doesn't sound fair at all."

This can't go any further. They're fighting over me like I'm a piece of meat. I need to say something.

I got in between them. "How about we take turns then?"

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