I don't understand why i feel so drawn and attracted to my teacher.
I want to be close to her and be with her and damn fvck her.
Maybe I can stop by her place, but I don't know where that is.
Michael: Yo, dude.
*An annoying person pushed me off my thoughts*.
Me: What??.
Michael: The weirdest thing happened to me today, I got kissed by a hot girl who now asked me to fake pretend being her boyfriend before she breaks up with me.
Me: And Why are you telling me all this.
Michael: It's just that I... I don't know.
Ralph: Hey dick heads, don't forget to get that exclusive alcohol that has an overly expensive price.
The Dazzler.
Francis: Got a ring to it, right.
Me: Sure, whatever, I'll get it.
"Um... Jason, Francis, Ralph; anything you would like to share with us".
I hear Mr Arnold's evil voice call to me.
Me: I hate history class.
"Well, unlike you everyone needs to be here to get A's to pass and your grades are dropping, even if you're an excellent candidate here if you don't pass you'll have to repeat, unless you register for lessons or go to summer school".
Me: I'd rather drink blood than have lessons with you.
"Mmmm(⑉⊙ȏ⊙) |(ತ_ʖತ)".
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I thank my star's that history class is over, I don't think I could take one more minute there.
I can't let my grades drop, my fvcking parents will use that against me and make me travel to overseas to meet them and live in sorrow for the rest of my life before they arrange a wedding.
I walk out a huge building with two bottles of beer and wine in my bag.
One for me and the guy's, the other one for well myself, since the salesgirl couldn't stop flirting with me.
Well deciding to take a walk wasn't that bad until... until I looked over at a restaurant.
I was hurt, the see through glass walls helped out for me to see Mr Arnold (My worst nightmare; after Ms Badevil) and Clara (My princess).
What should I do.
1.) Crash their date.
2.) Kill Mr Arnold for touching My princess.
3.) Walk away like I saw nothing.
Well, I choose neither.
I buy a News paper, and head into the restaurant.
I sit right at a corner behind them, which was covered by a huge pillar.
I still cover my face and listen to their conversation.
A: I'm pretty sure Jason will come to me for lessons.
C: But why so sure.
A: The kid gots a lot of cash on him.
C: I guess he's more hardworking than I thought.
A: No, he's-.
Whatever, he'll come to me cause I set my questions and I'm gonna make it pretty complex.
*He hand's her a paper, after a while she's done going through it*.
C: But, Jason's a sweet heart; why would you want to do this to him.
A: How can you tell me something like that, your my girlfriend Clara, support me.
*He urged, placing his hand on hers*.
She feels uncomfortable and pulled it away.
C: I...I gotta go use the toilet.
A: Sure, Ok.
Me: Argh, Clara please don't use a public toilet.
*I whispered to myself before I catch a glimpse of Mr Arnold sprinkling something in her juice*.
I can't let her drink that.
Clara comes out after a while and I rush up and gulp the stuff down, doing the most stupidest thing at the moment.
C/A: Jason.
Me: Hi Ms Clarabelle.
C: What are you doing here.
Me: Well I was thirsty and hungry and when I saw Mr Arnold I decided to talk about the offer he gave me.
*I grab a seat being the third party*.
A: Okay, let's talk; now I know this is important for your grades and-.
Me: Yeah, I don't want it anymore.
C: Huh.
A: Excuse me.
Me: I'm sorry my princess, but I feel dizzy and don't know what I'm saying,. I think I'm drunk, please take me home.
C: How are you-.
Me: I feel like throwing up.
A: Ok, take him home Claire, the bastard will use some sleep.
C: He's not a bastard and my name isn't Claire.
A: I-.
C: Come on Jason.
*She puts my arm over her shoulder, supporting me to stand up*.
Let's go.
I grinned at Mr Arnold, what an embarrassment to manhood, I could feel his eyes leerking around me, as a taxi stopped; I've never gone in a public transport before.
Damn it, for my princess; it better not stink in there.
I proved to Mr Arnold that I was drunk, well more or less.
Clara heads back in to pay the bills and I give the taxi driver a large sum of money to just drive us round and round, not pick any other person and to make it romantic, slow and bumpy at times.
She came back in after a while with a warmer demeanour as she looked at me.
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Wealthy Stupid Rich Kidz.
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