Learning about black history was honestly just depressing and the most awkward situation I have ever been in. It's just f*cking frustrating. And how everyone feels they have to apologize makes it more awkward. I mean, I appreciate that you guys won't be doing that to us anytime soon, but just take a chill pill.
"So class, what are your opinions on the enslavement of Africans between the 1970s and 1800s ?", Mr Scuppie questioned.
"Well, I honestly think it was morally wrong and if the slave masters had guilty consciences-", I was cut off by him opening the door, rocking up late for class, as usual.
F*ck, he was beautiful. Just the way he was sculpted, I swear he was the definition of perfection, definitely something I could draw for my project.
"Sorry I'm late sir. I was helping Lily Rose finish something", he replies, running his hand through his purple tinted hair. He saunters through the classroom and sits on the chair beside me. I turn in my chair to face him.
"Clearly you or Lily didn't finish, considering the cum stain visible on your jeans", I say whispering.
"What can I say, once you come, it's hard to clean", he replies, smirking.
I wanted to kick him in the face, but for some reason I felt like riding his face cause it resembled a bicycle seat. I felt myself flush at the thought.
"So, how was she?", I say before my mind can process it.
"She was good.., but I kept picturing your lips on me", I feel his hot breath on my ear." And those thighs on either side of my body as I peel that tight dress off your skin, with you rocking back and forth on my hard.."
"Sorry, I think it's just you and your hand tonight, boi.", I cut him off, trying to stop my eyes from traveling down his toned arms, down to his very hard friend.
"Okay class, I'll see you next Tuesday with your new project, you are dismissed", I mentally thank Mr Scuppie for interjecting our awkward moment. I reach out to take my bag and rush out of the class, feeling relieved. I head straight to find my friends at our hangout spot, not bothering to look back at Ethan, cause he's probably occupied with them thots.
Mental note: the most messed up lesson of the day and worst of all, I enjoyed it.
