Bully, turned best friend, turned lover?! - A Greg Jenko Love Story

Please don't take them...

Walking out of the door, I had to keep in a squeal when Greg unexpectedly took my arm and yanked it, making me run down the hall with him and Morton.

“Which way is yearbook?” asked Greg.

“I don’t know,” replied Morton.

“Is it this way?” gestured Greg.

“I don’t know,” replied Morton.

“Where are we even going?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, yearbook- drug dealer,” replied Morton.

“Right, so what were you guys arguing about today?” I asked, breathlessly.

“He fucked up our identities,” answered Morton, pointing at Greg as we continued to run down the hall.

“Hey, I’m Brad,” said, Greg, “And that’s my brother, Doug.”

“Oh shit,” I muttered.

“It’s okay though- it’s fine,” he assured me.

“Mhm... look, Yearbook!” I exclaimed, pointing to a door.

Coming to a stop outside it, we all caught our breath.

“Let’s go,” I whispered.

“You’re not,” said Greg (or Brad... I think I’ll just call them Brad and Doug until further notice).

“Why?” I asked, hurt.

“I couldn’t let you get hurt,” he answered.

“Yeah, E- I mean, Katelyn. You guard the door,” said Doug.

“Okay, fine,” I huffed.

Then they entered the door and went in.

“You guys?” I heard... that sounds like.... Eric?

“Yeah, hey about what happened earlier, total mix-up,” said Doug... yeah it was definitely Eric they were talking to.

Then they went on about buying a pop of drugs each.

“Wait, you’re not narcs are you?” asked Eric.

I stiffened, holding my breath.

“Woah!” yelled Brad.

Then there was this whole disagreement about narcs and who calls people narcs and all the rest of it, and I was there rolling my eyes the entire time.

“Look I don’t have time for this shit!” yelled Eric, giving them the HFS.

“Take it now, so I know you’re cool,” he continued.

I gasped, covering my mouth so they wouldn’t hear.

“I need to get back to class,” tried Doug.

“Yeah I was thinking I’d go home, dim the lights a bit, get all snug, then get a little weird,” said Brad.

“Yeah I was going to take mine home, masturbate later,” said Doug- Eww!

“Take them now, or get the fuck out! I need to finish the girls’ volleyball page by lunch!”

I held my breath. Please, don’t take them. Please don’t take them.

“Okay,” they agreed- No!

“What is this barbeque?” asked Brad.

“Have fun,” said Eric, motioning for them to go out.

Pulling me into the bathroom, the guys were desperately trying to throw up, remembering how one kid died.

“Think of something gross,” I said.

“Okay, your Grandma’s wrinkly vagina with a dick going into it,” said Doug.

I grimaced, as Brad yelled at him.

“We’ll have to finger each other’s mouths,” Brad said.

“Eww,” I grimaced again.

“I am not doing that!” said Doug.

“Or, Katelyn could do it,” suggested Brad.

“No, because one, she’s my sister, two, if she does it to you, you won’t throw up, you’ll just get a massive boner!”

“What?” I exclaimed.

“NOTHING!” yelled Brad as he was sticking his own fingers down his throat, “Ofing ach awl.”

“Katelyn, just save yourself!” Doug said dramatically, “I don’t want you to see us like this.”

“You guys sure?” I asked, twiddling my thumbs.

They both nodded, and I wished them luck before going back to class. On my way I passed a janitor on his way into the bathrooms- boy, would he get a shock!