Military school... Oh hell no.

Lets get dirty

I officially hate douchbag head master dude. Seriously it’s not even the ass crack of dawn yet and I have to be up. Up to carry sand from the pit to the thingy where you have to crawl beneath barbed wire. The fact that I don’t know what that’s called just shows that I should not be going anywhere near it. The worst is not doing that but doing it with even bigger douch Dax. This is his entire fault.

I yawned as I pulled up my pants, and shivered as the cold air hit my legs before I got it fully up. There is no way these pants will ever be classified as sexy. Ugly green and brown and baggy. You would think that a school with this many girls would have girl sized pants. I pulled the white shirt on quickly trying to avoid most of the cold. I made my way the door without fear of falling, knowing that the floor would have nothing littering it. This place is so weird; I will never fit in here. My room at home had junk everywhere. My junk. Now I don’t have shit. I quickly swallowed the lump in my thought, I will not cry. It’s not like I miss home or anything, not with bitchy Bianca. Now that is what I call a stepmom from hell. And it’s not like I miss my stupid brothers, all assholes cause they pick on me.  It’s not like I had any friends, and those I had where only my supposed friends, as soon as the shit caught the fan they pushed me in front of them for me to take most of the hit. Yeah, some friends.

I shook my head, trying to clear my head. I really need to stop thinking about shit like that. I really should focus on a plan of revenge, Dax sure as hell needs some revenged served up to him. Thinking about that asshole, and then seeing him jog up to me must be a bad sign. Or omen. Even as he caught up to me I kept walking in the direction he showed me last night after our awful time with the head honcho.

“Hey Sweetheart, you ready for some work on those lady arms of yours.” Idiot, as if yesterdays’ display of my ‘lady’ arms holding ass down wasn’t enough incentive for him to leave me the fuck alone.

“Of course, never know when I have to kick some arrogant guy’s ass again.” I smirked at him, don’t know if my eyes deceived me but I saw him cringe from the corner of my eye.

He cleared his thought. As if there really is something there. “So where did you come from?”

I looked at him, nice subject change, but is he really this big an idiot, as If I want to make small talk to him. “ Well when a man impregnates a woma-.”

“Isn’t that line supposed to be when a man and a woman love each other?” I looked at him again. He was looking at me weird.

“That is only relevant if it’s actually true.” We finally reached the pit. This is going to be a really long morning of logging sand.

“Well come on sweetie, better get to work, if you wanna catch breakfast.” As if I want whatever they are serving, if it’s the same as the sludge they served as my first meal here last night, I’d rather pass. At least I never got to eat lunch yesterday thanks to the smirking ass next to me. Ass with a great ass I might add. Damn if he wants so infuriating I might have enjoyed the view of him bending down to shovel the sand in to one of the wheel burrows. I might not look all that hot in these clothes, but damn, I now know why so many women like guys in uniform.

“You gonna keep checking me out or are you gonna start helping here Wanda Wilson.” He said smirking, Wanda Wilson?  

“Really? Wanda Wilson. You are such an asshole. ” he stood there gaping at me. Asshole thinks he can insult me by calling me that without me knowing what it means.

“What she’s great?”  He made it sound like a question. “She’s beautiful, um I mean powerful and driven and um great?”  he rubbed his neck, looking uncomfortable, yeah that’s what happens when you insult someone and you though they didn’t know what they meant, he was probably thinking I was gonna ask him who that is and say she’s a beautiful, driven and um great super villain. The look on his face was classic.

“Yeah sure she is, beautiful if you look past her scarred face. I don’t remember what your other half assed answers where but they suck and they are wrong. And don’t think I don’t know why you called me that in the first place. My nicknames are not Boobs, Hot pants or Lady D. You got that. And stop looking at my boobs.” As I mentioned Wanda’s aliases he looked at my boobs. Perv. I turned away from him after giving him the finger and picked up a shovel, the sooner I get done the sooner I can be rid of the idiot that I know is now staring at my ass as I bed over to shovel dirt.

Side of Dax.

I think I’m in love. A girl that knows her comics. Really didn’t expect her to know who Wanda was or the reason why I called her that. But come on the girls look so nice this morning the chill making them even better. Her white shirt left nothing to the imagination. Think I’m in love, or I would just love to do that. Damn now that is a fine ass. The material of her to big pants stretching as she is shoveling dirt. Damn she’s cute. A bitch but still cute.

The sun was starting to come up. Making the sweat on my brow more. My shirt was now sticking to my chest. I put the wheel burrow down, Allie waiting for me to take the other burrow she filled to the mud pit. Her shirt was sticking to her to, it will probably get worse as we keep going, something to look farward to when I make another trip.

“How many more of these need to be filled?” she asked just as I was getting my grip on my next loot.

“I don’t know, I kinda lost count. You’re the one filling the burrows; I’m just the one moving this.” I said lifting it and started pushing. Damn this thing is heavy. I stopped again taking a rest, I think I deserve one, pushing heavy shit whole morning while sweet tits just shovels some sand.   “Aren’t you the one supposed to be counting?”  She just gave me a look. “And Major said that he will send some to tell us when we are done.”  Just as I said it I saw someone make their way over the hill toward us. As he got closer I recognized him as one of the majors little bitch boys. As he reached us he stood at attention and dismissed us all proper in a way I’m sure would have made the Major Mofo very proud. What a suck up.  He turned and marched away, nose upturned, yeah dude I stink, like a man.

“Oh thank all hell.” She huffed. “I am so hot. And the sun isn’t even that high up.” She pulled her shirt from her stomach folding it over her breasts making a short top with it. Her tattooed side contrasting darkly against her skin. She stretched making her low riding pants go even lower. How I would like to lick the V on her stomach. She let her hands drop and sighed, walked to the ledge near the pit. I followed her, leaning next to her. This is kinda nice, I looked at her my eyes couldn’t help themselves and looked lower than her face.

“Douchbag will you stop looking at my boobs.” Then she punched me in the gut and strutted away. Never mind moments ruined.