Sophia loves to dance and to sing, though her home life isn't so great. Her father absolutely adores her, but in the worse of ways. She lost her mother when she was young. An average girl with the darkest of secrets and passions. She felt as if she...
First period was a blow, half of the things Mr. Gerald talked about barely made sense and he even questioned himself a few times. When I had walked in, the first thing that he had done was announce me to the entire class that I am late, which is one thing that I didn't want him to do, I even asked him not to, but he went on and had done it anyways despite what I asked him.
He ended up placing me by myself, three rows behind, in the very back of the class, and for some reason I felt as if he had done it on purpose. On of the girls in the second row started to bicker with the boy she was sitting next to and suddenly got up, walking in the direction of my table. She walked over and sat right beside me, dropping her bag on the floor beside her seat.
Mr. Gerald: "Now Trina and Devon, if you guys can't get along, then from now on, I recommend that you two, not sit by each other anymore." He suggests and walks into the front of the class and begins to wright on the board.
Trina: "Nah, Nah, he wanna be fucking childish and shit, he be playing too fuckin' much yo, I swear to god." she rants, sighing heavily.
Mr. Gerald: "I'm going to have to ask you not to speak with that type of language in my class please." He says and turns back towards the board.
Mr. Gerald was a chubby man who looked as if he had stuffed food in his pants, because his stomach was always tucked into his pants and it looked like an extra croch. He has short black hair and a double chin, and glasses. He always wears a light blue or white collared long sleeved shirt and black or navy blue slack with suspenders and sneakers.
I chuckle softly trying not to make any jokes as I look at the girl. She's quite cute actually, her strawberry blonde hair, her tan, slightly pale skin, she has curves that nearly match an hour glass. Her ass looks soft and was definitely forced into her blue jeans. Her red V-neck revealed to much, but in my case it was too less, if one caught my drift.
She then looks at me, her dark brown eyes staring at me, her freckled cheeks tinting pink as I give her one of my play smiles and she blushes more.
I still had it, but she was one who would try and get with that is even the slightest bit good looking and "knew how to fuck" which half the time I knew who could and just who couldn't.
I've known her for a long time now, well since middle school anyways. I had dated her once and it went terribly wrong. She had gotten to attached and accused me of cheat on her with everyone I would just pass by in the hallways or just to say hello to someone she and I both knew.
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Trina: "Hey Emily, long time no see huh." She suddenly smiles and gives me a once over. "You've changed allot, you're hotter for one." She chuckles and I turn the other way, knowing where this conversation is going to lead.
"Yeah, you have to, you look good too." I say and my whole look of her changes back to the one that she was in middle school. I sigh and rest my chin in the palm of my chin as I stare at the white board.
Trina: "You know..." She looks at me, now serious, "I still love you, even if it has been a little over two years. I still miss you to. And I've meaning to ask you if we could start over again...?" She ends her statement as a question so that I'll answer but I just look at her.
"What to you think Trina? I already told you how I feel about you. You're just too obsessive and not on a good level. I just don't love you or like you like that anymore and i never will. We can be friends only, nothing more and nothing less okay? I'm done with that." I say and say, realizing that I hadn't taken a breath.
Trina: "It's that new girl isn't it? I saw you and Jacklyn talking to her. You guys invited her to hang out with the both of and everything didn't you? I figured, she is your type after all, I-" I cut her off, giving her, officially pissed off as I glare at her and she takes the hint, backing off.
I think back a little earlier to the girl from this morning. Her name is Sophie? Sophia? I can't really remember. She was hot and I really couldn't shake her out of my head. Her short bleach blonde hair, her eyes were a dark blue and she has the cutest dimples, and her smile, oh my god her smile, was truly something.
Her clothes are kind of unique. Her clothes hit perfectly to her lean curvy figure and she had an ass that almost didn't seem real. Her white button down was slightly open that gave me nice view of her breasts and I was trying my best not to stare.
Her jeans almost seemed as if they were to tight or that her ass was just to big. I really wanted to take them off of her badly at that point.
And I couldn't help but notice that she kept biting her lip, was she just nervous or was she thinking about some type of kinky shit that I would have loved to get in on.
I lick my lips as I let my mind wander, the image of her under me was deliciously sweet and I'm starting to yearn for the real thing, and I don't think that I've ever really wanted something or rather someone, so bad in my life, and I barely even knew her.
When our hands brushed each others, it sent this, unknown feeling through my body and if felt overly delicious and I wanted more.
