Upgrade You

Chapter 9: All Better

A/N: I'D JUST LIKE TO LET YOU ALL KNOW THAT YOUR FELLOW AUTHORS (US) ARE VERY SORRY FOR THE WAIT. WRITERS BLOCK IS A CRUEL BITCH.

Upgrade You

Justin's P.O.V.

Junkie? Really Justin, the first thing that came to mind was... junkie? I swear I don't know how I'm a straight A student.

And then that rant? Oh my gosh, I must've looked like a fucking dummy. All because I couldn't keep my thoughts to myself. I'm just lucky she didn't hear what I really said under my breath. Who knows what excuse I would've used to defend the words "fuck me"

I spent the remaining hours of the school day rushing through my class work and sleeping through lessons.

It's not as if teachers were teaching me something that I didn't know already. This all easy to me so I didn't see the point of having to follow along with the rest of her slow learning class.

I honestly couldn't wait to go back over Selena's house. Maybe this time, I could redeem myself. Yesterday I was only worrying about not throwing up but today I'll only worry about not making an ass out of myself.

I wonder if Selena's brother hates me now? I mean, I thought we hit it off very nicely the first five seconds in but, it all turned to shit after that.

Maybe, if Jake would've never came up the stairs I would've gotten the chance to tell Selena how much I like her and then she would've said that she likes me too and then, I would've kissed those soft looking pump pink lips of hers, then she would've kissed me back and then, I'd get to undress her and kiss her wherever I want and, she'd moan my name really loud, (but not so loud that her brother could hear us...) then I would also undress myself and then I'd finally get the chance to stick my dic-

"Young man? I know you hear me talking to you!" I snapped my attention off of the now very detailed drawing I was making and looked up at my creative writing teacher, Mrs. Moore.

"U-Uh, y-yes, Mrs. Moore?" I quickly hid my drawing underneath my arms.

"Class is over. You've been stuck here drawing your very... inappropriate drawing for the last five minutes. Go on home, boy." She said.

My eyes went wide. "Y-You saw?"

"Yes, I did." She nodded her head. " And, how do you think Ms. Gomez would feel if she found out you've been drawing pictures of you and her... being sexually active."

I felt the hard droplets of embarrassment raining over me and I said the first thing that came to mind, without thinking twice. "If I were her, I'd be quite flattered, actually." Mrs. Moore narrowed her eyes at me and walked away, mumbling something and I'd only caught the "Y'all nasty ass kids worrying only about fucking each then ya damn school work..." part of it.

I gathered my books, thankful that this day went by so fast. Their were only a few kids at their lockers still when I went to put my books back and grab my backpack. When I shut my locker, I turned around and almost shrieked when I saw Trent Lewis towering over me.

Fucking meat head.

"Oh--Uh--Um, I... er..." I struggled to even find words because I was too busy trying not to piss myself. Hey, call me a pussy all you want, but how would you act if a 6'5 life sized beef stick was glaring at you.

I picked back up the bookbag I dropped and started to walk away when he grabbed me by my very nice plaid long sleeved shirt and slammed me back into the lockers.

I take back what I said about wanting some kind-- any kind of acknowledgment from the students.

His sweaty hand was wrapped around my throat as he got in my face. "You wanna get the shit beat out of you, kid?" He asked me.