Once a Reject

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-warning: a little boyxboy action. I must say this chapter is perfect for it, as its tilted f. F for...;)
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I guess now would be a good time to complain about how I didn't wear a shirt under my jumper and my sweatpants don't exactly hide boners. We sat in bed him laying in his back and me laying on my stomach. Together we tried to crack the riddle.

"Maybe he wrote it wrong," I said to him. "I wouldn't be too fucking surprised if he wrote it wrong." I heard Kyle chuckle but he didn't agree. It was getting really hot in his room and all I wanted was to lose the jumper, but my dilemma stopping me from doing so.

"You don't mind if I take my jumper off." I neglected to mention the fact that I had no shirt on underneath. He'll find that out soon. He gave slight shake of his fingers and shook his head no, so I rolled off the bed and pulled the jumper up over my head. I heard Kyle gulp when he saw me.

"Did your shirt vaporize into mid air?" He joked sitting up. I chuckled and awkwardly stood in my place. He continued to look at me and his eyes were burning holes into my torso. He motioned me over and after taking a deep breath I moved closer to him until I was in between his legs.

"I think my patience disappeared along with my shirt." I shrugged. His hands slowly clawed onto my waist and the heat of his hands was enough to make me moan.

"I-I've never done this before." he told me, our faces very close.

"Do you want to?" his head gave a light nod as I brought my lips closer to his.

"Follow my lead." and I crashed my lips onto his. His lips so soft and tasted like vanilla. It was completely magical. I wrapped me legs around his waist and pulled him even closer. My hands started to itch at his shirt. He got the message but was hesitant.

"We don't have to keep going." I said once we broke apart. His hands still on my wait and my legs still wrapped around his.

"N-no I want to. I'm just nervous." I took my hands and rested them on his shoulders. I pushed my self further up on him running his obvious boner rubbed against my butt eliciting a moan from the both of us.

"Don't worry." I kissed his ear and then bit down on the shell. Moving my hands down his arms and to the hem of his shirt I lifted it to reveal a six pack and a tattoo near his bicep.

"God you're so hot." I pushed my lips back to his and he responded immediately. I wasn't expecting him to stick his tongue down my throat, but I don't care I love it. He pushed me down on to the mattress and kissed me harder. He lifted up and said,

"We should really get back to school." I rolled my eyes and dismissed it.

"Skip." I pulled him back but he put restraint.

"No lets go. Its my first day remember." he pulled away and I pouted.

"B-but, I have a raging boner." He looked down at me and saw me throbbing.

"Please help me." I pleaded. He leveled his eyes to a glare.

"Suck it up buttercup." he left the room and told me to be down there in two. I humphed and pulled my jumper back on. School is such a cockblock.

Upon arriving at school, the car ride here was...for a lack of better words; stressful. After fixing my situation we kind of just let what happened slide. Like it was an accident, but this was no accident. I mean, you don't accidentally let someone stuck their tongue down their throat. Of course, unless you have. Then you need help.

To avoid contact physically or verbally, the moment he parked and stepped out the car I ran into the school. Deciding to leave my books in my locker in case he was following. I went straight to class and sat down.

For the next forty minutes, I listen to Mrs. [insert name of choice here] talk about literature and more life inspiring bullshit. I desperately waited for the bell to ring so I could go to one class I actually enjoyed. Gym.

I know what your thinking ' Marx Bedel, liking...gym?!' And yes sadly it is true. The only thing that ruins gym is Garret and his 'Jonas Brothers'. They always act like I'm staring at them when we get changed and try to shove me down whenever we play football or soccer. But I always say the same thing to them,

'sucer mon cul' (A/N it means suck my ass. I say it to my brother whenever he eats my food. ugh, Brothers😒)

The bell rang and I sprang out of my chair almost running down the girl in front of me. Propelling my way through the sea of people in the hallway I race towards the locker rooms before all the guy so they don't lock me out like last time. I find my way in and change with the clothes in my locker. The moment I pull my shirt on I hear the guys coming in.

"Sup fag." Garret's friend, Michael shoved my head into the locker door in front of me.

"Trying to steal my brain cells?" I snarled. Rubbing my forehead I knew that a red spot was going to form.

"Shut up." He went to go change in the bathroom stall. I stood staring at my locker trying to fight off the migraine that waved over me.

"Thinking about his dick fag." I whipped my head around to see Garret smirking from his comment.

"No. But I know you are." There's a loud bang from the bathroom and we see Michael on the floor. I chuckle and shake my head. I start heading out to the gym until someone stops me. I feel their hand grab hold of my bicep.

"If we play soccer. It's us against you fag." Garret snarled in my face.

"Your spitting on me." I deadpan. I shake his hand off and walk out.

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JUST SO U KNOW THIS SHIT WASNT EDITED! OKAY?!

I went on a juice cleanse so I could have body goals, but it only lasted a day cuz my dad bought biscuits(cookies).

I was actually kinda mad tho. and I yelled at him. and then he yelled back at me in French. and then my brother started laughing Cuz my dad said "Margaux! Vous avez personne à impressionner avec votre corps! donc manger un biscuit damn!" Which translates to "Margaux! You have no one to impress with your body! so eat a damn biscuit!"

My dads a bitch.

Anyway, I'd like to thank all the people the vote sand comments on my story you know who you are ;).

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Stay classy, stay sassy and don't be a bitch.

-Marg.