Purple Imposter X Logan Paul

Chapter 2

Purple ran as fast as he could to the school. He sprinted have trouble since he was so short and feminine he could hardly run properly. "Curse my feminine ad such snatched waist." He said to himself cursing as he wrapped his arms around his large, smooth chest, running faster.

He entered the school gates immensely tripping over a large pebble. He fell onto his face, his toast flying 1000000ft in front of him. "Damn it!" He yelled as he fell into to the floor. "Hey, watch your language young man" a mysterious but such hawt voice called out to the young purple imposter. Purple raised his head barely off the ground and he stared up, slowly searching up this mysterious mans body. His ankles were chiseled and his calves were perfectly sculpted. His calves seemed to flow almost as much as his abs. On his tight, white crop top, his name tag read, 'Mr.Paul' and underneath it said in small print 'gym teacher'. How could they possibly let someone as hot as this be a teacher for a high-school. He must have all the girls swooning over him.

"I- um." He stood holding purple imposters toast in his much masculine and gorgeous hands. "I'm so s-s-sorry." He stuttered as he began to try and pick himself up off the ground. Before he even got the chance, mr.Paul pulled him to his feet. Purple smiled up at him, he looked down at purple as he was just so much taller then purple as purple was such a small and short boy. "I- we should., I mean! I have to get to class." He cursed to himself as he took off running past mr.Paul and into his first class, he sat down in the back by a window, being the emo and lonely little imposta he was.