Chapter Seven

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"Vote Taylor-Ann for Prom Queen!"

My campaign manager-Arabella, who miraculously forgave me-shouted at people who passed by.

"C'mon Bella, we gotta go to homeroom"

"Vote for Taylor-Ann!"

"Bella, let's go!"

We walked into homeroom to see Keith and th other jockstraps making fun of Marcel.

"Marceline, Taylor-Ann should've nominated you for Prom Queen. Marceline for Prom Queen!"

"Hey Keith!"

"Yo,"

"Last time I checked, you had to be a girl to be Prom Queen"

"Yeah, your point?"

"I believe Marcel is a boy"

"Last time I checked, you had to have a dick to be a boy"

"And?"

"Does he have one?"

"Yes"

"I'm not so sure"

"I am" I said

"And how long is it? Like an inch?" He asked

"Longer than yours Keith. At least 8 inches"

Both Marcel and Keith blush a hot red.

" I touched it, looks like he's more boy than you Henderson."

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"I thought we weren't gonna tell anyone about that"

"What, I needed to set him straight"

"Taylor-Ann, you didn't have to expose my length!"

"I thought you'd like people to know that you have a dick!"

"That word is very ghetto"

"What, dick?"

"Yes, please don't use it, you're above that Taylor-Ann"

I had just noticed how close we were, our lips were almost touching. If I moved an inch closer...

He moved back.

"Listen Taylor-Ann, I appreciate the thought, but it was kind of embarrassing"

"For people to know that you have an 8-inch?"

He nodded matter-of-factly

"Alright fine, I'm sorry for that Marcel"

"Thank you"

We were silent until he said "You really think it's impressive?"

"Definitely"


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