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VII. 22

"Tonight's the night when,

We forget about the heartbreaks"

"What class you got next?" Mr Jenkins asks as he thrusts himself inside me. Between pants and gasps for air I reply, "Health." in a sharp and exasperated gasp.

I think he might shut up but he keeps talking mid fuck. I'm pinned on his desk, he's railing me. I'm supposed to be having lunch right now but I took it off to come and see Mr Jenkins secretly.

"You learning about contraceptives and shit?" Ant asks as he gasps. "Mhm." I mumble a reply, trying to close my eyes and make this more enjoyable. It's suddenly pretty uncomfortable. Despite this, I feel him cum right inside of me, like a fire hydrant exploding inside of me. Surely the condom should have caught it?

"Yeah, well I hope you were listening cause this condom just split." He groans, pulling out and sliding the broken condom off. 

"Shit. How longs it been split?" I demand.

"A couple minutes." He tells me honestly without even a hint of worry.

"And you knew?" I grit, still holding onto my own release that wasn't quite there but now that he's pulled out I have no chance.

"Yeah?" He asks with confusion. "And you still came?" I gape with disbelief.

"Mhm." Ant tells me, cleaning himself up and getting dressed.

"And you didn't tell me?" I raise my voice now.

"Shut up!" He yells very suddenly, pressing a hand over my mouth. 

"Nobody knows you're in here." He reminds me.

"Ant are you fucking kidding me right now?" I hiss.

"Nope. Just buy yourself the pill or something." He shrugs, pretty much saying it's not his problem.

"I'm subbing a freshmen history class. Let yourself out, just don't let anyone catch you leaving. See ya." He smiles a little and walks out.

"Fuck me." I sigh as I redress myself.

"I hookup with the bastard, doesn't even let me cum, leaks his sperm up inside me and doesn't even have the courtesy of seeing me out." I mutter, trying my best to wipe his cum off myself. 

I pull on my uniform once again and head to the bathrooms, where I clean myself off a little better.

The bell rings and I have no choice but to head to health class.

The seating in health is the same as calculus. Same teacher. Same pupils. Which is why after last weeks health class was taken in our calculus period, our health period was spent doing calculus.

But this week I have a double period of health class.

I slip inside the class a little later. My backpack slung over my shoulders.

"Holy shit! Hawthorne's just been laid!" Tristan yells from the back of the class, laughing and pointing.

"What?" I reply, folding my arms over my chest and recomposing myself.

"Your hairs all messy, your clothes are too. You've got that look you always got in your eyes right when you were about to cum. You totally just got laid." He yelps mockingly.

The whole class 'ooh' as I throw my bag below my desk.

"And why would you know that look in her eyes, Tristan?" Mr Harrison asks, finally perking up and saving me.