~Ouija~ (A Dip Story)

•°~December 13th, 2010.~°•

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Pip's Perspective:

I left the office, following shortly behind Marjorine. I could feel PC principal's eyes on me the whole time I walked off. I wondered if Damien was still in class, if he ditched, left for hell...I couldn't keep my eye on him in an office halfway down the hallway. I sighed to myself, making my way back to class. I got an eye from Kenny, whose arm was now wrapped around Marjorine's shoulders. He seemed to be confused, as I'd never just walked away from the principal's office. I always waited. Like a gentleman.

I didn't care about that anymore. It's fun, leaving your shell. Being a gentleman is boring. I mean, unless it's for a good reason, but there aren't many in South Park, Colorado, so...I have no use for it anymore, I suppose.

I first made my way towards the lockers. Then to the bathroom. Then outside. And finally, the classroom. Class had just ended, the bell signalling the next class. I didn't wanna be here anymore, I feel like Ms. Jigglets has already pissed me off enough.

I saw Damien, talking to some random girl. Fucking showoff. I walked up beside him, grabbing his arm and yanking him towards me. I could make out who the girl was now. Hm. It was just Nichole Daniels. She's sweet. I have no problems with her, she's actually one of the few nice girls here. Her eyes widened as Damien's arm snaked around my waist, shocking even me. Well, not shocking me, but close enough in my opinion. She thought it was a Kyle-Cartman situation, from when he lied to her back in like fourth grade. Nah. It couldn't be.

"Hey babe~" He smirked down at me. I reached towards a random pair of scissors that caught my eye. "Don't." He looked down at me, his eyebrows slightly rising. "Damn, okay. Feisty ass..." Nichole backed away. "Sorry for-"interrupting", you two...!" And then she was gone. Damien rolled his eyes, opening and closing his hand as a way of saying goodbye. "See what you did? You scared her off, feisty little bear cub." Ew. Ew, ew, ew, ew. Ick. "...don't. Call. Me. That." He rolled his eyes, and I dropped the scissors.

He was so cringy. It's been like that all morning. Cringe, disgusting, horny motherfucker, who you can tell was a virgin until me.

Damien's Perspective:

"See what you did? You scared her off, feisty little bear cub." I looked down towards him, my face annoyed. I was honestly...just giving up on him at this point. He doesn't seem to be gaining any interest in me. "...don't. Call. Me. That." I rolled my eyes, while he sighed like a pissed child and dropped the scissors.

"Yeah, yeah. Like you don't like it~" He looked more annoyed than flustered.

Is Pip a lost cause?

"Damien. We need to talk." Philip hissed at me. Is he not aware of how badly I want to fucking kill him right now? Does he not realize how much danger he's in? "Don't talk to me like that. Especially not in public, Pip." Pip looked up at me. I hadn't called him Pip in forever. A few days without calling him by the name he hated, at best. Maybe never. He seemed shocked. "...ugh. Damnit, Damien..." Pip looked at the ground. "We can talk when we're home, okay?" He barked out. "My sister...she's coming home, anyway." He stomped off. He came in here, all worried, all worked up, and then I said one thing...bang. Gone. Lucky I went gentle on his dumbass.

I eyed around the room. I needed a backup plan. And quick. Pip...well, Pip was Pip. Spends all my money, makes me feel something, finally I was allowed to bed him...and just as soon as that happened, what did he do?

Trash talk me in his sleep. Say I had a small dick. Damn, he want more than ten inches? Shit. He was only six and a half, too. Probably could've fit him in my whole mouth if I really wanted to. But I don't suck.