Hot For Teacher... (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Three- TAKE THE WEED JUST DON'T RAPE ME!!!!!

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(Matthew) 

The first week of school was good, I've gotten pretty close to Kellin, he told me to call him that, I've been hanging out with him at lunch and surprisingly, I haven't cut hardly since he found out about it. Now that they are mostly healed I have actually seen how bad my scars are, they're probably going to look worse than Kellin's when I'm am adult but I don't care, I'm not gonna whine about things that I did to myself, I'm not even sure if I wanna stop permanently yet, or ever.

I don't think I'm ready for that, but I have been pretty drawn to Kell for some reason. He is one sexy ass piece of male gender though *wink wink* but he's my teacher so all I can do is daydream about it in his class, I sit in the back so it's hard for him to see me watching his ass. If he was my age I would probably drop my panties for him in a second gawd! Who am I kidding? Even now if he asked there would be a seventy-four percent chance that I would say hell yes, but alas he would never do such a thing.

I wonder why I'm so shy on the outside when on the inside I think about things like having sex with my math teacher..? I'm weird.. I know that I'm not shy if I'm high, or drunk, or if I know you good enough. At the moment I am actually walking home, I just got some weed from my old friend Draike. If you're wondering how I have an old friend here, where I JUST moved to. The answer is simple.

I grew up here, from when I was eight to thirteen. Then of course my dad had to go fuck everything up by owing money to this really powerful drug dealer, we had to get out of town quick, but the dealer recently died of an overdose so we could come back. We lived in the same house we do now, we own it, once we left mom and dad were to busy doing drugs and cheating on each other to sell it so it's just been sitting there for almost four years. It used to be a pretty nice house but while we were gone a bunch of kids came and busted windows, broke things. Basically made it look ghetto as hell (a/n: no offense to anyone :]) the inside is dirty and worn out over time too.

Oh and yes I smoke weed, I love my MARIJUANA!! Ha Ha. Got a problem?

I hop off of my skate board and open the door to my house, I freeze when I see the face of someone I never wanted to see again on my couch, snorting cocaine with my dad.

Run!

No don't run! You'll get in trouble with dad later for causing a scene if you do..

Keep calm..

I can't stay in the same room as him, he was the one who ruined my life! God dammit I was just thirteen!

Don't look him in the eyes..

I just need to go up to my room and get something, then leave, I'm not staying home tonight, I can't be here if he's here.

Just breathe...

My dad puts the coke down and says, "Close the fucking door you little shit! We have stuff out here!" I can't seem to move though.. My body isn't responding to what I'm telling it to do. After a second my dad gets angry, and comes up to me. He slams the door shut and smacks me in the face, it makes a horrid sound when his hand comes in contact with my skin. I hardly even flinch, this is nothing compared to some of the things he can do but it is still gonna leave a bruise, "Do what I say when I tell you! Now go to your room or leave, I don't give a shit. Just get the fuck out of here!"

I regain the power to move my body and shuffle over to the creaky stairs, I feel eyes boring holes in me from the couch. I know he's got that crooked grin plastered on his face as he watches me, it's been four years since I've seen him but he still scares the daylight out of me, him... what he did... It still haunts me.