Perfectly Imperfect -- One Shots

Say What You Mean

 I'm not a morning person at all. I actually hate mornings more than Mondays, but today was different. Normally I'd wake up and groan till I fell back asleep regardless if it was a school day. However, today I was out of bed before my brain had the chance to catch up to what was happening. To be honest I didn't even know what was happening, I just knew it was going to be a good day.

I got ready for school; black jeans and blue polo shirt, the school's uniform. Although I was in my senior year, the dean still made us wear the uniform. Although it was a pain at time, it was also a good thing. For starters I wouldn't have to worry about what to wear every school day, and also the fashion sense had been kept at bay at the school. Meaning none of the girls talked shit about other people's clothes; which was a first in the many schools I've been in.

Having a father in the army meant we relocated quite a lot throughout the years. We started moving since I was in second grade and finally stopped when I entered junior high. I was thankful too since I was tired of being the new kid in school all the time; I wanted friends!

I climbed down the stairs two at a time, jumping off the last two and landing as if I was in the Olympics. The house was quiet, which meant mom had already left to her errands and my sister was already on her way to school. Dad would be getting home any time now, seeing as he worked nighttime at the base. Sometimes I wondered where we would be if dad wasn't part of the army. I sure as hell would not have moved schools so much; but also I wouldn't have met all the people I did.

I opened the fridge door and grabbed the orange juice pouring me some in the cocoa puff's cup I had gotten last summer at the school's festival. I debated whether to get a pop tart for breakfast or make some toast when I heard Fall Out Boy's song 'Centuries' go off somewhere in the living room. I rushed over before the ringtone ended and made it in time to press the green phone sign to answer the call.

"Hey, you ready?" Casper's sultry voice could be heard on the other side and I smiled like an idiot.

"Almost, just looking for my bag," I mumbled acting like nothing faced me.

He chuckled, "Liar, well hurry up cuz I'm outside." Click.

I placed the phone in the back pocket of my jeans and ran up the stairs to get my bag, breakfast completely forgotten.

Back in Junior high, things were tough since I was the new kid in a school where it seemed that everyone knew each other since kindergarten. The first three weeks had been hell, getting used to the awkward stares and murmurs in the halls. By the second month I stopped caring and fell into a depression that could only be described as scary. Being the new depressed kid in a school with no friends can sure do a number on a teenager. I didn't want to go to school anymore; didn't have a purpose to do so since I was top of the class.

The day that I decided I was going to talk to my parents about being home schooled something happened. I was walking into the lockers to dress for physical education class when I heard muffled sounds by the showers. Being depressed my brain told me that it didn't matter and to just do what I was supposed to and let shit be; however, before being depressed I had been quite the curious little shit. So I rounded the corner and stood there with wide eyes, heart beating fast, and the front of my jeans getting tight.

I didn't know either of them but had seen them around school, especially the guy with the aqua color hair. Whenever he walked into the room be it the cafeteria, you couldn't help but glance his way. It was as if his mere presence invoked every ounce of attention you possessed. I didn't know his name so I had given him a nickname; Aqua. Seemed to fit him since his hair was always that color, not teal or blue green; aqua.

Aqua was down on his knees worshipping the other guy's cock with such a passion that made it look as if he really loved it. Maybe he did or maybe he was being forced. Then something happened that let me know that he wasn't being forced. The other guy, who didn't quite register on my mind might as well not been there, grunted and grabbed a hold onto Aqua's hair tight and shoved himself into his mouth hard; Aqua shivered and his gasp gave me chills that ran down my spine to my crotch in an almost intimate way. He had just came, hard I think, from where I was standing with a boner that could cut through steel right now.