It's mid and more of a story line soooo.........whateves
Also, there's probably a lot of mistakes but I'm toooo tired to fix them right now so uhhhhhh-👋🏾👋🏾
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️
- Dub/con
- Bondage
- Homophobic language
- Degradation
- Humiliation
Sammy
I sigh loudly as I sit before the headmaster of Weston University. "I don't quite understand what you're saying." I cross my arms angrily. "First you say we should express ourselves then when I do just that and, what...it's....wrong?"
Dr. Stale runs a hand down his face and shakes his head at me. "You can't paint naked pictures of the football players, Sam. What about that is confusing?"
I stand from my chair with a glare. "I am an artist." I declare. "I paint what I feeeeeeel like painting."
"Not at this fine institution. These...these distractions will not be displayed in my hallways." Dr. Stale says with a finalizing tone.
"Fine institution? Uh-yeah, and I'm a straight, white female." I say.
And, I'll have you know I am very much gay, very much black, and-last time I check-of the male orientation.
"That is not funny."
I roll my eyes. "Whatever." Dr. Stale narrows his eyes at me. "Can I leave?"
"I want this inappropriate behavior to stop. Do you understand me?" I stare at him with a blank expression. "Sam." He says in a warning tone.
"Oh-I understand, sir." I nod my head. "Perfectly."
Dr. Stale sighs and kicks me out of his office with a defeated look on his face.
The fuck I look like? There will me three new paintings on these damned walls by the end of the week, I'll tell you that!
I hold a frown on my face as I yank my backpack further up onto my back, marching down the infernal hallways of this bloody school. And I was almost free from its absurdities but noooooo. I just can't be left alone for one second!!
"Yo, faggot!" I roll my eyes at the name calling, keeping my pace.
Only a second later do I feel a piece of paper hit the side of my face. A growl slips past my lips as I snap my head up to see a grand total of seven idiots.
I narrow my eyes at the horde of assholes. "What?" I snap, venom on my tongue.
"You gonna draw me like one of your French boys, Sammy?" The leader of the pack of dogs snickers at me. I roll my eyes.
"The thought makes me sick, Harris." I slap on a grin before sauntering away with my sassy self.
I hate this school. Why does everyone here have to be so incredibly, drool worthy yet so dim witted and moronic??
It just isn't fair, you know.
At home that night I find myself lodging in my room, a plushy pink pillow under my, baby soft, feet and my body laid out across my bed.
I release a loud huff as I stare up at my ceiling, my eyes glued to one of my earliest creations. It was just a simple-using the word loosely-work of a pinkish, white flower.
