falling for the bad boy // g.w.b c.c.b.jr \\

one

george adjusted his backpack as he made his way towards the high school gates once again. as much as he attended this place he doesn't think he will ever be used to the hell he goes through every miserable day of his life because of his age. sure, he got kept down a little (a lot) but that doesn't give the kids a right to bully him.

today things were different.

today was the day george w bush was going to show all these underage rats that he was the alpha.
he smirked to himself as he reached his hand into his pants, pulling out one of the two guns he had hidden within. he grabbed a weed from his asshole and shoved the entire ball of it directly into his mouth.
george decided long ago he wasn't down with that pussy shit, he was a rebellious man, after all.

that's right, george was 71. a full grown man, and while he may be smart, he was not going to succumb low enough to become one of those teacher's pets. his body shook with mirth at the very thought.

before he could get too lost inside his thoughts, somebody brushed past him with his head dow and hair in the cutest dreads he had ever seen. 

"s- sorry" a deep yet small voice mumbled before the body it belonged too quickly scurried off inside the building. George re-thought his plans for the day and placed his gun back within the confinements of the front side of his bright yellow sponge bob underpants. 

he immediately felt responsible for the dark skinned boy and a wave of anger and jealousy came over him all at once at the thought of any body even thinking of touching his boy. 

'by the end of today' george thought 'he will be mine'