Audio porn//crankthatrobby//

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Something snapped in Frank's drunken state-of-mind and he pushed me off of the bed, I fell behind and hit my head on the wall. I held in the pain, as I listened in on what was happening.

"Uh..Frank why are you in here alone?" I heard a voice say, it was Shannon's.

He sounded half-drunk but half-way sober, "u-uh..you know I just- Netflix. Just Netflix, you know?" he slurred, "I mean I definitely was not watching audio porn, I mean what is audio porn like what the fuck Shannon stop interrogating me!"

I heard Shannon laugh, "uh..alright Frank, i'm just gonna..uh, leave.." I heard her say, and I soon heard a door shutting. When I felt like it was a better time to sit back up, I did. I looked at Frank, and he rubbed his head with a heavy sigh.

"Oh my god, dude.." he began his voice sounded like he was disgusted or something, "just..get out, okay?"

Well fuck, that hurt. I didn't really know what to say, I mean he was really drunk. He couldn't have actually wanted to do those things, he was drunk. that moment didn't mean anything. I wasn't trying to cry, but I did feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me, and I felt my face going red. So he was just going to brush me off, just like that?

"U-um, okay," I said, getting up off of the bed and walking out of the door swiftly. I didn't want Frank to see me cry, I didn't want anyone to see me. I felt horrible, I wasn't used to rejection. Usually i'd gotten everything I asked for growing up, so it's like when Frank declined me I felt the weight of the world fall on my shoulders. And I think the most unsettling thing was that he didn't call after me or anything.

*next day*

"Alright, class. So today you'll start on your project. I want you all to create a one-thousand worded short-story about anything of your choice. I want to really feel your persona of creative writing during this assignment with your partner. I thought it'd be fun to see what you all came up with, especially considering the section in which we're studying. Alright, you may begin now."

Anxietyanxietyanxietyanxietyanxiety. Fun.

I was not looking forward to work with Frank at all. Not after what happened the other night. He had probably thought that I was some freak by now. I put my head in my arms, and groaned deeply, "oh fuck me..." I mumbled.

"I mean if you insist." I heard Frank say.

"Oh shut up, Frank.." WAIT WHAT THE FUCK, FRANK?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked him accusingly, glaring.

I shot my head up quickly, and peered at a smirking Frank. He chuckled in two beats, with his arms crossed, "you're such a moron."

I rolled my eyes, he's such a dick. "You are an asshole." I said, as I shook my head.

He laughed again, pulling a chair from behind himself. He sat in it backwards, folding his arms across it, and he tilted his head, "you're hurt, why?"

My eyes flickered up to him, and I shook my head, narrowing my eyes, "you- you did things with me the other night and now you're treating me like a piece of shit." I pointed out.

A flash of hurt ran throughout his facial expression, but it disappeared quickly, when he looked away, "you think I haven't forgotten?" he muttered, looking at me again. Everytime he did actually look at me it got me so nervous. He raked his hand through his navy blue hair, and bit his lip attractively.

I was too focused on his lips, and he noticed. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. I was too choked up on my words, "I haven't forgotten, either.." I mumbled awkwardly, "do you want to forget?"

"N- I mean, yes." Frank was speaking quickly, and he blinked twice, "yeah, I was drunk I didn't mean to..yeah it's whatever, man. Just- no homo, kay' ?"

I nodded and I smiled, "no homo."

WHAT THE FUCK DID HE MEAN 'NO HOMO?' IT WAS ALL THE FUCKING HOMO I SWEAR HE'S DRIVING ME CRAZY WHO DOES THAT AND THEN JUST COMES TO SCHOOL LIKE NOTHING EVER HAPPENED?

"So i'm not into this whole writing thing, so here's the deal," Frank began, "you write the essay, I show up for the presentation, and i'll repay you with a free blowjob."

I gasped. I can't believe he actually said that to me. I got up form my seat, shoved him, and then punched him in the face. I earned a few shocked gazes form many different students in our class, but I didn't care. I was so pissed. Frank was a dick.

"Hey jackass!" Johnnie yelled, as he pushed me to the wall, and kicked my leg. I groaned, Kyle then appeared at his side, and so did Damon. He was about to say something, but the teacher's loud whistle pierced our ears and he let go of me. I held my hands to my ears, and turned to our teacher. She had about five white slips of paper in her hands, as she shook her head.

"Detention, all five of you!" she shouted angrily. The hell was a 'detention' ?

I heard a deep groan coming from Frank, Johnnie, Kyle, and Damon. Was this 'detention' a bad thing? We were about to leave, and I looked at Tabby from across the room, and she stood up, "I threw a pencil at Robby, it was my fault, too!"

Everyone looked from her, to me and I wanted to yell 'what are you doing?'

"Fine. Fine. Everyone wants to be a badass. See how the colleges react to a bunch of teenagers full of angst." The teachers spoke, throwing her arms up. She gave all of us our detention slips, and we all walked in the hallway, heading to the room. Tabby and I sort of walked behind their 'gang' or whatever they called themselves.

"What was that all about?" I asked her.

"Saving your ass from being beaten in detention."

I laughed quietly, "right. Oh, and what exactly is this 'detention' ?"

She looked at me in mere shock, "you've never been in- oh right, I forgot you were homeschooled" she said, "well it's basically like sitting in a room for an amount of time doing work until lunch. It's punishment..detention."

I sighed, "Great."