i swear a real chapter is coming out soon, drama is happening
definitely not inspired by the "straight" boys in my class, (who definitely dont inspire a lot of chapters), anyway credit to d and e and j (not saying their actual names)
interstate love song is playing and it is poggers
LMAO IM REALLY WRITING SMUT WHILE WE HAVE A GUEST OVER 💀💀💀💀
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i went through a lot of the drafts and went "these are shit *delete*" so instead of 70 something its 37. update: theres more i dont think ill ever run out of ideas
finally got around to editing this. turns out it wasnt that bad even though it was written at 11 pm while i was running on 5 hours of sleep 👁👄👁
dreams pov
"Well, I wasn't going to assign homework, but..." The teacher, Ms. Brooke, began writing on the whiteboard. "...Well, I just know how much you love it." She turns around with a smile.
Groans fill the classroom.
"Oh, come on. It won't be that bad, this is easy stuff, y'know, if you'd just pay attention," she said with a shrug, making eye contact with me.
"But Ms. B," I whined. "I'm already failing."
"Well, maybe if you manage to get an A, I'll bring up your grade a bit." She smiles and walks back to her desk, grabbing the homework.
"Can't you just like, give me extra credit work?" I asked, slouching in my seat as the 2 page homework is placed on my desk. "No. Look, I have a 2 year old to get back to, and I'd rather not spend what little free time I have putting together enough work to bring up your grade," she says with a sarcastic smile. I sigh, stuffing the homework into my backpack. "Whatever."
"Hey," Sapnap whispered from the seat in front of me. "I can.. 'tutor' you," he says with a wink.
"Really? Thank you, Sapnap. You're a lifesaver," I say, oblivious to his real intent.
"Can you tutor me, too?" George says with a wink.
"Yeah. Yeah, I can tutor both of you, my house after school?" Sapnap says, and both George and I agree. But we're agreeing to completely different things.
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"I call shotgun!!" George says, running up to Sapnap's car, immediately sitting in the passenger seat.
"Aw, damn," I say, now being stuck in the backseat.
"It's okay, Dreamy, you can sit in my lap if you want," he offers, patting his thigh as he sits down.
I laugh. "Pfff, okay," I say, and I walk up to him, pretending to go to sit in his lap as a joke.
Then, he grabs me by the waist, pulling me onto his lap.
