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I've never loved a girl, playing with their feelings was how I got my enjoyment.
Watching her cry as I leave her bedroom gives me a satisfaction that I can't find anywhere else.
Watching her beg me not to go after I destroy her insides makes me smile.
I don't have remorse for anyone, especially not a girl that thought our bet meant something to them.
"Daniel, how many for this week." My homeboy Jadian asked.
"6" I muttered," It was fun leaving this week, she threatened to expose my nudes. I bet hundreds of girls are dying to see those."
A look of pure shock came across Jadians face," You leaked em yourself, didn't you?"
"9 inches aren't meant to be hidden." I said, closing my car door.
I walked into the school with my backpack on my one shoulder, I watched the same basic bitches stare at me in the hall.
Pushing their friends aside to make them look better, I don't like girls that do that. It's hella unattractive.
I put my hood on and kept walking, I loved the attention I received from these girls. Seeking validation from someone who could give a shit less about their day or their hobbies.
I come to fuck, not have a therapy session.
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.Walking into the classroom I sat in the back of the classroom, searching for the dab pen in my backpack.
I slid it up my hoodie sleeve and waited for the perfect time to ask to use the bathroom.
"Alright, before we start the lesson. We have a transfer from United High-school." Teach said.
"Jesus christ, another preppy bitch." I said out loud.
United high school was the type of school where your dad pays for you to basically get fucked and slutted out by the male teachers.
It's not a place where girls should be, but i'm sick and tired of having these bitches come here.
"Daniel, meet me after class." the teacher said.
"Sure." I muttered.
I leaned back in my chair, hearing it creak as I rocked back and forth, waiting.
The door opened and a small girl walked in, maybe hispanic.
About 5'3, she was hella short, nice rack, good build, and some ass.
I sat and looked at her a little more, admiring her from afar.
Wondering what I could do to her and her reaction when I leave her bedroom.
"This is Araceli, please give her a welcome."
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