The Nerd✓ (BWWM)

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Is money that important?

Or is the thought of luxury that money brings important?
Money make people kill, steal, lie, betray, any wicked thing you could think of. Money is usually the cause of it. But not money to say. We human just chose to blame money instead of taking accountability. Yes you killed someone, because you are filled with greed. Yes you stole, because your a poor single mother with no job because you thought skipping classes and sucking dick behind the dumpster was cool. The lesson to be though is, money is innocent, people are what is corporated at the end of the day.

Don't Christian have a sin for this behavior? Yah yes.
Greed.

Money isn't important, if we return to the days where we would trade service for food or livestock for other means, you would see that money is truly innocent because there will be people out there that still kill for a cow or betray there husband or wife that fought hard in the war for a loaf of bread and a bowl of stew. Money is not important, the thought of luxury that money brings is.

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"My God Francine don't do that" I whined like the bitch this woman as made by the mere minute. Leave me at the mercy of her ungodly tongue.

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Fuck! Fuckidie! Fuck! Fuccckkkk!!!

My eyes looked around the class room and spotted three empty seat. One Infront of Mrs Wheeler, next is to my left and the other is Infront of me. Looked back to her I see Her eyes drifted to the seat next to me the she bit that ungodly plum bottom lip. Before turing back to Mrs Wheeler.

"Go on my dear, pick a empty seat, and the seat you take while be your seat throughout the school term so those wisely" Mrs, spoke sternly. Giving her a nod she turned back and looked at me. Then she moves. My palms instantly got sweaty and my mouth goes dry. Whipping my forehead and neck once more I trying my best to control my mini hyperventilating. I watched as she turned side ways and shimmy through the narrow rows, whispering a soft excuse me or sorry as she continues towards me. God my heart. I bluntly stared at the side profile of her thighs and ass as she comes closer.

"You thick as fuck." My neck snap to the brunette as she started at my chocolate chip with a light blush panting her cheeks. Stay quiet, you don't need the attention on your for slapping her for looking at your queen The class chuckle at her comment. My girl looked back and gave her a small thank you before carrying on. Now standing right Infront of me, my thoughts are all over the place as her intoxicated sent invaded my nerves once again Pushing up my glasses that keep slipping down because of my excess sweating. I looked up at her, swallowing drying, I don't know what to do.

Smiling brightly at me showing that perfect row of white teeth and her cheeks puffs up and small dimples appeared, my heart leaps like an excited hamster. I feel the side of face my twitched. I'm not a big smiler but I damn sure will make an effort for her. The bright smile soften and she holds the bag up and opened it. Relaxing my face once more I watch curiously as she digs into the bag looking for something but the search did not last long before she pulled out a baby blue face rag and push it to me.

Confusion clearly on my face as I slowly reach and take the item from her. Once I'm holding it she turned and took the seat in front of me. Her hips and thighs overflow the poor seat and her ass hangs out from the back of the seat when she sat back and straighten her back. I hope she's comfortable. "Whip your face white boy, since I met you on the bus you've been sweating bullets. Maybe that sweater is too hot." I heard her mumble. My cheek burst into flames as her words sink in.