Can I just say something?
For the record...
Having a bro who does cubscouts sucks.
Sucks...
Dick.
Yeah, that's how I'm feeling right now. All fucking pissed. I JUST WANNA GO OVER TO A FRIENDS HOUSE!!!
yeah, and that friend is a fucking BACKSTABBER!!!!!!!!
I JUST CAN'T FUNCTION RN!!!
If you ask me, some kids are fit to be cubscouts.
Others?
Not so much.
Like this obese (not racist just describing him) Chinese guy was sitting in front of me, okay? And I can't see shit. So I scootch over so I can see... But NO!!!!!!!
He has to fucking lean towards to way I scootched.
So Ima like, Scotch other way?
No.
He fucking shifts that way.
By now I am totally convinced that he's just trying to annoy the shit out of me, so I stand and leave the room.
He comes into that room, leaving THE CUBSCOUT CEREMONY he should be watching.
And he approaches me.
So, Ima little freaked out and I wave and smile lightly.
He smiles back.
"Uh, hi?" I say hesitantly. This guy SCARRY!!!
"Hi, I'm Gabe."
"I- I'm AJ?"
"Your reeeeeally cute."
"Oh! Th-tha thanks?"
"You don't have to be shy. I'm really nice." He smiled brighter.
"I'm sure..."
"Will you date me?"
"N-no thanks." I stuttered out.
"Why?" He gave me a sad face.
"Uhm... I'm hopefully gonna be taken soon."
"Well, your a bitch. A slut. A whore. If you don't date me, I can make your life hell."
"How so, kid?" I narrowed my eyes.
"I just will, you fucker. I bet you hump guys every night!"
"And you finger girls with chopsticks. Right?"
He glared at me for a few more minutes, then stalked... Well, more like waddled back to his seat in the ...gym?...
Idk.
As I said, some people will never make it as cubscouts.
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