adoration

chapter i.

"love burns just the same as hatred."

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The morning air was always cold as Kaylee and Lucy walked side by side. It was a another senseless day in a week, a repeat of the last-Only with different dialogue. Kaylee tried to think of what to say, hands strumming at the strap of her backpack.

"So the new student, Imposter-He's from Amogus, Dababy, right?" Kaylee asked, pulling up his Instagram. He was decently attractive, personally not her type, but his toned body, his red sci fi suit hugging every curve and bulge of his body, and his face hidden from this world-Kaylee could see why he turned heads yesterday. "Eh. Honestly, I don't see much."

"He's alright. Not my favorite person in the world, and he's kinda dumb," Lucy snorted, drinking from her water bottle. "In Mrs. K's class he kept talking about some weird fantasy about this mafia type game." Kaylee laughed.

"Weird and barely attractive, just your type." Lucy playfully punched Kaylee's shoulder, as they entered the school together. Their friends were waiting on the balcony of the second floor, happily discussing their previous nights. They cheerfully bounded over to the two girls, crowding around each other. "Sorry we're late-Lucy had to take a massive shit."

"I did, but not this morning." She responded in a matter-of-fact tone, Munizeh high fiving her. "Author chan!" Lucy uwued, walking up to the author. Author-Chan was not pretty at first glance, small and petite with choppy, feathery raven hair and dark eyes, but her tiddies were really squishy. Lucy squished them gently, as a greeting.

"B-baka! Dont touch me like that!" Author-Chan blushed furiously, backing up into Elena who snorted, pushing her off before going back to braiding her hair. Elena's tiddies were not as squishy, but they were satisfactory.

"Hello ladies," a suave voice echoed through the cold halls, revealing the 7'8 hunk called Imposter. He winked, specifically at Lucy who blushed furiously and with a sharp glare turned her head. His bulge was proudly sticking out, a sign of his domineering personality and strong will. He put his hands on his hips in the most masculine way a man like him could, walking up to Lucy and winking, spiritually, as you couldn't see his face.

"Who are you?" Elena asked.

"Imposter. Imposter J. Crewmate," he handed her his dad's business card. "Noticed you pretty ladies seem lonely."

"No not-" Elena was shut up by his bulge which stood erect, intimidating her.

"You're gross!" Lucy scoffed, pushing him. Her muscles flexed in the morning light, blue eyes shining with unrestrained, feral frustration that made everyone go wild with lust. He narrowed his helmet. "Don't bother me and my friends."

"Someone's feisty," he bit, leaning down and getting closer to her ear. His lips parted slightly to continue taunting her, but he was met with a knee to the rock hard abs, sending him flying into a locker, crushing a band kid and his trumpet. "Eugh-"

"Lucia Grey!" The friend group turned their heads to see Mr. Sheeran, everyone calling him Ed, running o over with disappointed eyes. He frowned, clicking his tongue in disapproval. Author-Chan stood protectively in front of her heads, but Kaylee's fat ass was on defense as well.

"It was me who pushed him! We're both blonde and white, I see why you get confused!" Everyone seemed on edge in this odd situation, but then there was Munizeh, who was staring at Ed with warm, loving eyes. She couldn't help herself but imagine him staring at her with his blue orbs, or gently ruffling his tuffs of red hair boyishly styled today. Yet-At the same time, another face invaded her thoughts, but all she could do was pretend she didn't care. She clenched her fist around her rifle, hiding her sigh.

"Ugh. Detention for you, Kaylee. Get to class," he ordered in his lusty, thick accent. A girl walking past let out a wanton moan at the noise, immediately impregnating her as her body swelled with motherhood, a baby emerging as Imposter stood from the locker, swaddling it and breast feeding the small child. The girl was dead on the floor, the janitor putting the yellow sign on the ground and beginning to mop the mess up. But Lucy felt this strange heat in her heart seeing Imposter care so tenderly for the child like that, she wondered if she could suckle a rosebud from him like that as well- "get to class!" Ed ordered, sending the girls scrambling their separate ways.

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Author-Chan always drowned her problems in the bar after school. One hand with the whiskey bottle, the other with the shot glass full of ice and the rich, golden liquid. Piss Whiskey was harvested from the udders of cows that lived in Southern Arizona. The rich flavor reminded her of home. It drowned out the pain of her failure and mistakes.

"I knew I would find you here," Mallory approached slowly, Author-Chan letting out a kawaii grumble in response. "I deserve that."

"What's somewon wike u doin in a pwace wike dis  ù-ú," Author-Chan asked, Mallory taking a seat.

"Offering you a second chance."

"I dwon't dweserve-" Mallory slammed her hand against the table.

"Damn it Andrea, it wasn't your fault that Lil Nas X died! He was a double agent for Heaven and managed to do the goal, that's all that matters!"

"Bwut he dweserves to be here! Fwick da mission! His life is more impwortant!" Author-Chan cried out,  her boobs shaking with anger and fear. "I cwan't bwing myself to wook in da mirwor, becuz my gwuilt manifests in his fworm," she uwued sadly. "I swee him every night befwore I cwose my eyes." Mallory gently placed a hand on Author-Chan, both sitting in silence.  She took another sip of the burning liquid, swallowing as Mallory followed the sight of a droplet running down her throat. The bartender, Reader-Chan also took notice. Mallory winked.

"Mind offering my friend some stress relief during finals weak?" Mallory slid a twenty dollar bill, Reader-Chan blushing hotly. "I'll join too, don't worry."

"W-w-what?" They stuttered out, but after consenting and sobering up Author-Chan to also get her consent, all three of them fucked out their anger and sorrows, poetically ending as they shared a cigarette. Author-Chan left her number.

"Xxx-xxx-xxx, xoxo-sqwuishy twiddy"

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Elena ran another lap, panting as she regained herself to take a large gulp of water. Her friends were all out, so she was enjoying herself by practicing for an upcoming track meet. Her legs were already feeling sore, but she stretched it out before leaping once more onto the track. She realized a figure was dashing next to her, as she sped up hurriedly. Although not knowing the stranger, there was a competitive atmosphere that would've made anyone horny.

Aroused, tired, and sore, Elena successfully won the sudden race and fell to the ground, laying on her back and trying to catch her breath.

"What a sight to see," a smooth voice laughed, revealing a twink man with long legs and sexy abs. He was gorgeous in every which way, a wax figure of what a human should be, his body built for running, developed just for the sole purpose of being faster than the biting winds. "It's been a while since anyone could beat me."

"Who are you?" Elena asked accusingly, as he outstretched a large, ridiculously attractive hand.

"Track."