(The image is Max as a young james franco and yes, I have an addiction to black and whote pics of hot guys ;D)
P.E. Two letters put together. It shouldn't mean much but somehow for me, it had the same meaning as a four letter word. HELL.
I started running. Not because I wanted to but because I had to according to my stupid P.E. teacher. He was honestly the most pedophilic teacher I have ever seen. He is the guy in every Criminal Minds episode that you just know did it.
The last ten minutes. I mentally reminded myself. Again I wasn't looking where I was going and all of a sudden I felt the wetness of my shirt. It was soaking wet. I stopped and looked around. I saw a beautiful male species walking over to me.
"I am so sorry. I was trying to hit my friend with a water balloon and you were an accidental casualty, to be frank."
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I whispered and then facepalmed myself for saying that out loud. You see I do that a lot. Saying things I think I mean not the meeting beautiful guys thing.
"Well, you have quite the sweet cakes as well sugar'" He answered winking at me.
"Oh is that so," I questioned crossing my arms because my white shirt was now see through.
"I mean look at you. What I would do to this rockin' bod'!" He whose name I still didn't know but was about to jump his bones took a step closer.
"And what would you do guy whose name I still don't know?" I took a step forward. I would not back down from a fight.
Okay just FYI I'm a virgin. I have never had a boyfriend before. I had a lot of friends but that was it. Everyone saw me as just a friend. But this boy was flirting with me I think?
"The name is Max but you can call me tonight when you're all alone in your bed."
What is it with this place and Xs in names?? Jax, Axel and now Max. Soon they will tell me to change my name to Thx.
"Cocky aren't we?" I took one more step and whispered into his right ear. "You know they say that if a guy is cocky than his actual cock is quite small."
Okay, you got me that is not a saying. I am just a dirty, dirty little but at the same time not so little girl.
He was now so close that when he spoke my lips tickled. "You can see for yourself tonight but first I have to know your name because I like to know all the names of girls I bring tears of joy to."
"Smooth," I said and heard a whistle behind me. There stood the pedohi--I mean teacher.
"You two need a room or are you guys going to change?" He was so annoying.
Max turned to me and said loud enough for our teacher to hear. " I wouldn't mind changing you out of your clothes and into mine." Again with the god damn wink.
"To the changing rooms right NOW!" The teacher yelled at us.
I started walking first and Max was trailing behind. I was just about to turn right to get into the girls changing room when I felt a hand connect with my butt.
"Ah-ahh you can't do that," I told Max.
"Well beautiful. I didn't want to let you go without knowing your name first."
"The name is you'll see me in your dreams. Now go to your changing room." I answered while pointing at the blue door leading to the jungle this school prefers to call guys locker room.
Max turned around and as fast as a rocket I landed a slap on his ass. What? V-lines and asses are my weakness.
"Oh, naughty. But I would prefer it if it was me spanking you."
"Well maybe someday soon," I said and started walking to the pink door. "And my name is Thea."
And with that, I left Max standing there. Looking like a handsome mess. What was it with this school and guys hotter than fire itself?
The rest of the day went by pretty normal. Axel was in all of my classes and to say that we got along would be the understatement of the year. We were soul mates. He had the same twisted dark sense of humor as me. It made my eyes water.
Soon I found myself in my car and after that in my house. My parents were as per usual not home. My mom was a flight attendant and my dad a pilot. They took jobs together and since I was twelve I practically lived alone. You might ask now how are they not old to do their job? Well, my parents were high school sweethearts and my mom got knocked up at 16 so they are still pretty young. But that mistake was my brother, James who was away at college right now. I was the 'gift' that happened when they were 18. I loved my brother but I was seriously questioning his motives for attending college. Was it the education or the parties? I guess we will never know.
After I finished the leftover pizza I talked to my friend Cassy on the phone. She was my best friend and I had missed her voice so much. I mean if I wasn't into guys I would have banged her already. And she would be fine with that. She is a lesbian and we always joke that we will someday end up marrying each other. She was awesome and she accepted me fully. Cassy would always tell me that I should embrace my Double D boobs and curves. She would say that guys and girls if I ever swung that way would kill for them. It felt so good talking to her and soon I drifted off into dreamland thinking about the amazing guys I met today. Well, all amazing except one.
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