Holy Water: Needed

D!ck-Stroker

This is a tale as old as time itself. One fragile little boy against literally everything else. The tale of Dick-Stroker.
This boy's birth name shall not be revealed, so Dick Stroker will suffice because it rhymes. 

Dick Stroker was on his way to school, he was a 9th grade student and in most of the special needs classes. Plants and flowers around him died simply just due to his mingy smell that wilted any living thing. When he stepped a single foot into the hell-scape of a school, babies started crying and planets crashed into each other from galaxies away.

Dick Stroker strutted around the hallways with his greasy black hair that was styled in a side-part. A trend that should not return. His acne-covered face brought fear into little children and his face alone inspired many skin-care companies to kick off. One leg was longer than the other, so upon strutting, he limped as well.
He winked at all the girls, who physically felt sick as he walked past, he smelt like garbage.

He made his way across the campus and to the library on the other side. When he opened the door, the metal handle rusted against his touch. Dick Stroker didn't have many acquaintances, none that would lower themselves to admit they were friends.

"What's up, my gang." Dick Stroker often spoke like this. He met a black man once, whom was quite civil and a nice fellow, but Dick Stroker was incredibly racist. Dick Stroker also like pretending he was in a 90s gangster group somewhere in the heights.

"Oh...Dick Stroker...." One of them knew this day would be bad.

"Sup homie." He winked as his eyes travelled towards his 'friend'. Behind that boy, was a girl. The first girl who ever smiled at him. She felt pity for him for looking that ugly and he was holding the door open, so she was just trying to be polite.

Dick Stroker instantly went into a zesty pose. "Sur, baby-cakes."

The girl shivered, wanting to cry at the sound of his stupid lisp of a voice. "fuck off, you wanker." She said under her breath.

Dick Stroker tried smiling like a Chad, but somehow made his inbred face look worse. Dick Stroker waited for the girl to say something, but she chose to ignore him, like a queen.

"Sugar-kitty, I'm waiting." He slicked back his greasy hair with his stubby fingers.

"Can you just shut your big mouth for one second?" She scoffed at him, literally planning his death. "I can smell your money issues from here."

"Did I hear 'money'?" Dick Stroker spun around like a cartoon character as he pulled out his wallet, taking fat stacks of money out. "I can pay for your lunch."

The girl thought about that for a second. Free food was free food, but to have it come from that toad? That was too much to even think about.

"You can pay for a better cologne is more like it." She went back to her computer, minding her own business.

"Ugh, women am I right?" Dick Stroker rolled his eyes, as if he even knew anything about women. "So dramatic."

7 girls around him had to reframe from beating his fat ass to a pulp, the reason of why they chose not to is simply from the last time someone threatened to punch him, he shat his pants and cried.
Another girl, one in year 7 walked past. She was your average girl, nothing wrong with her and she was quite pretty as well. She walked up to her friends, not sparing a glance at Dick Stroker.

"Uh oh." Dick Stroker giggled as he watched the younger girl walk by. "Wow, you know I find it so strange that girls pull their pants up and then get mad when a guy asks them out."

"Hold up." The girl who rejected the free food spun around in her chair. "What do you mean by that?"

"They pull their pants up to show off their booties, but then get mad when a guy asks them out, its confusing." He shrugs but instead he was crying, he looked around the table for help, but nobody was agreeing with him.

"Maybe, just maybe it's the style of pants - or, even more of a shocker, they don't want to be asked out. Or, a mind-blower right here, they're lesbian." She was milliseconds from beating his flat ass.

"No, that's not why they pull their pants up. They want to be asked out, I know this, I'm a lady-machine. But they only want a certain type of guy to ask them out." Dick Stroker was signing his own death warrent. "Also being a lesbian is huge turn off for a guy."

The girl blinked at him. "Lesbian's aren't interesting in guys. That's the whole point of a lesbian, you dumb fucker."

"Hey, no need to get emotional." He raised his hands. "I'm just saying no guy is going to want to date a lesbian. And your pretty emotional today, are you on the week of the month?"

"Boy, you did not just say that." The girl rolled up her sleeves.