there's a greasy haired boy sitting across the room from you. you don't know his name, since you only joined the school yesterday. he's wearing a brownish yellow plain t shirt. 'he smiles a lot' you think, staring at his white teeth, soon to become whiter. 'i bet his willy is big' you think as he jokes with his friends. you turn around. the teacher is staring at you creepily. 'hi' you say awkwardly, not really knowing what else to say. his scowl tightens and his mouth folds slowly into a frown.
you got sent outside. oh well. you were never a good student anyways. you shuffle out the room, looking down. you lean on the wall outside, looking at the posters on the walls. your mind wanders to the boy again. just before you start dreaming about his huge member for a second time, the door next to you opens. 'must be the teacher' you think, mentally (and maybe physically) preparing for the worst. you squint your eyes and look to your left. out steps the boy.
'oh no' you whisper to yourself. you get hot at the neck and the cheeks, realising you're going to be spending the next few minutes ALONE with THE boy. you start stimming, your feet start tapping and you see beads of sweat visibly pouring out of your skin. itchy. his long black hair swaying and flicking as he leans on the wall, exactly how you are. the way his body moves as he walks. his hands coolly resting in his jean pockets.
it's all too much for you, but you can't just let this opportunity pass. you've got to make a move. it's too good to be true.
"what you out for?" you ask.
the self-pressure intensifies tenfold as you realise your voice creaked and trembled in saying it. however, the boy doesn't seem to care. that's funny you think. why doesn't he care? surely his entire opinion on me should be determined on how i said my first words to him.
"talking" he answers.
holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit he talked to me. his voice is so hot. he sounds like every other teenage boy you've ever met, but for some reason it's different for him. his slight american accent is making you audibly sweat. you take several deep breaths before uttering the next few words.
"same"
"no you weren't. you were staring at me."
oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit now it's over. we're never going to get married and have kids. you're never gonna get to see his genitalia now. your insides do that weird thing where it feels like everything inside you jumps downward and upward at the same time. your brain stops producing adrenaline. sweat stops seeping out of your pores and your cheeks cool down to normal temperature.
"yeah well... there's only one reason for that. there was something distracting me."
"and what's that?"
you stare at him intently. you see his eyes light up and the corners of his mouth lift. wait what? that's not supposed to happen. he's supposed to be creeped out by you, not interested! why does he look weirdly happy? why is he visibly smiling now? why is he slowly nudging towards me? why is he now standing directly in front of me, his face just inches away? why is his lips now touching mine? why is his tongue in my mouth?
oh yeah
that's why
he's kissing you!
that must be why.
is it?
noooo, surely this is just my brain playing a weird trick on me.
seems pretty real to me.
does he like it? my lips? i moisturised them this morning.
i sure like his.
