It's the end of the day, and I'm at my locker getting my things. My locker door slams shut and I can feel someone hovering over me. "What the fuck is up with you today?" I turn around and lean against my locker to see Ethan with an annoyed expression. "You mad?" I tease while smiling at him. "Yes I'm mad... I had to relieve myself in the fucking bathroom because of you" he says lowering his voice so no one would hear. I couldn't help but laugh. He's been doing this to me for days. "Do you think this funny?" He says slightly raising his voice. I've never seen him like this. It's kind of hot. "A little" I shrug my shoulders still laughing. He steps back running both of his hands through his hair, pulling on it a little. He lets out a groan and moves his face so close to mine our noses are touching. "I'm going to go home and shower, I want you to put back on those spandex shorts and I'll come over when I'm done okay?" He said this like a question, but it sounded more like a demand. I didn't answer, I'm just looking a his lips to be honest. They're so plump and crimson red from him biting them out of frustration. "Okay?" He asks again more harshly. I just nod my head. "Good" he says and storms off punching a locker on his way out. Damn daddy really is sexually frustrated.
