Moonlight ~ A Study in Stupidity

Chapter 4 - Thank Dog I Finally Forking Find a Brand New Baby Gay Boy Bestie.

As I walked into my next classroom like a boss and tossed down the stupid slip for Teacher Sex Science to sign, in order to prove that I hadn't started ditching this bitch yet. I was watching him all super surreptitiously, cause Teacher Sex Science looked a lot like that one guy who cooked up crystal on that Iron Meth Chef cable show. Teacher Sex Science signed that shit with a sly smile of a serial pedophile, then handed me a book that looked a lot like a soft-core porn story. He chin checked me over to the only open seat up in this bitch ... right in the front row center ...and of course, it has to be right next to Eddie Forking Munster.

I catwalk that ass to my seat, keeping my eyes locked straight like I don't give a shit. Cause let's face it ...I don't. Some boy bitch sitting in the back corner giggled like a fucktard until dead eye him down. And thank the skank for my Resting Bitch Face ... because if I didn't know any better I think I feel a feeling coming? 

Hatred...maybe?  

Just as soon as I take my seat, this filthy frostie goes all super stiff and rigid. He turns away and looks out the window away from me, giving me the typical Canadian cold shoulder. I didn't bother to care, as I set my book on the table and took my seat. I can sense his posture change from the corner of my eye, like he is readjusting his boys in corduroys. So I guess I got a rise out of him after all? Suffer in silence, bitch boy!  

He was leaning away from me, sitting on the extreme edge of his chair and averting his face like he smelled something rotten. Inconspicuously, I sniffed my hair like Angelina was just trying to do. It smelled like normal strawberry/mango the scent of my favorite shampoo. So I let my hair fall over one side of my face, making a hair curtain between us and tried to not pay attention to the teacher.

Unfortunately, the lecture was on the female anatomy, something I'd already studied at home with a mirror more than once. But I took some notes on the stuff inside the princess parts, just in case I ever have to go Orange is the new Mango. Or whenever I get super wastiod on E in community college for my first taste of the dark side of life. 

IDK what it was in particular, maybe that stupid smirk on his face? But I just couldn't stop myself from peeking occasionally through the screen of my hair at the super strange boy next to me. During the entire trip through the vagina up on the viewing screen, Eddie never relaxed his stiff position on the edge of his chair. Sitting as far from me as possible, just twitching and bitching like a fiend for his dirty frozen snow addiction.

I noticed that he had the long sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to his elbows, and his forearms were surprisingly hard and muscular beneath his pasty pale antarctic skin. Only one kind of kid had skin muscle arms like that in my experience ...a frigging zombie tweeker. But his bitch ass wasn't nearly as sucked up as he'd looked next to his burly bigger brother. Cause that big brother dude was definitely riod-raging like a mutherforker. 

I could see his hand on his left hook was clenched into a fist, the tendons standing out under his pale skin. And I swear to skank, this dude looked like he was ready to snap and go all self Silence of the Lambs and start gnawing off his own face ...or worse mine? And with my perfect skin and smooth complexion, I really couldn't afford any bite mark scars from this psycho.

Why was I waiting for his tight fist to loosen up and let go the idea of punching me in the face? Should I kick him with my bitch stompers in the nuts first? Or wait for him to make his move, and then stomp the shit eating smile off his filthy frostie face?   

But the hit to the head never did come my way. Instead, he just continued to sit there on the edge of his chair, vibrating like an electroshock seizure. Looking like he was having a breath holding contest with himself, like a forking wierdo. Seriously what was the fork was wrong with forking psycho? Maybe this normal reaction for Canadian kids to all our sexual education freedom south of the Arctic?