𝗠𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 {Obito Uchiha}

Chapter 19: Hide and seek with strawberry hints

This is going to be a long story about how I had my underwear stolen before my eyes. It all started because of a silly prank.

Obito's ideas about getting things on my bucket list done were getting a little out of hand. It was really as though he tested me every time to see how far I could go and keep up with all of his insane ideas. Although I didn't know any better. I could still say no to him, keep things casual or even cut him out of my life once and for all. Continued what I'd been doing before I met him. But in the meantime, that seemed like a far-fetched scenario. Because that man was carved way too deep into my skin like a dark-inked tattoo and I couldn't get rid of him and truth be told, didn't want to. Because I kinda liked myself the way I'd feel every time we would hang out. Careless. Rebellious. Crazy. Not giving a jack shit. I was craving for more every time I got to see him, for a thrill-awakening experience that would have my heart thumping like a racing car.

And most importantly, I was craving for the moment that man would respectfully rearrange my guts to the point that my throat would be completely hoarse by screaming out his name.

But alas, the Uchiha was still toying with me like a board game. My appetite was growing bigger day by day now and the tiny, little horny part of me had begun to sharpen the knives impatiently for a feast on his body. A lavish, bounteous fuck feast.

This time, Obito had decided that pulling an innocent little prank on our teacher, Mrs. Tsunade, wouldn't hurt that much since the Uchiha despised her guts to the point he may have wanted to see the woman suffer inside of a burning pit. That said, the two of us completing one of my goals was a good, solid reason for him to bring his lovely sadist side to the surface.

Said prank was ostensibly simple. The only thing I had to do as my part was find her purse with all her personal stuff right before second period and replace the test sheets with some other tests the Uchiha had specially prepared. I did my part successfully, but was so nervous about getting my ass busted that I hadn't found the time to steal a glance down at the paper sheets. They seemed pretty normal though, nothing explicit or inappropriate had been written on the paper sheets.

Or so I thought.

So, when we all took our seats in the classroom like any other normal day and Mrs. Tsunade handed us the tests on our desks, instead of having to deal with some usual chemical equations, reactions and whatnot, all students in the class came across an unknown formula that was literally translated into THC.

Tetrahydrocannabinol.

And of course it was about to get only worse.

Mrs. Tsunade would always write a little good luck note down on the paper sheets. But this time, right at the bottom, not only was there a little note with bold italics that said 'no one became rich doing legal shit', but there was also a cannabis-face-doodle lighting up a one-hundred-buck-joint.