Classy Teenage Whore

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2--A new target

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"Settle down, class", said a voice from the front of the room. It was our teacher. He looked as if he were almost forty. He was nicely built, to have some age on him. He had a fair complexion, with short, dirty blonde hair.  The white board read "Mr. Church". What an original name. The class was finally hushed by now. "You're only going to be in here for a few minutes. To get your schedule, and get to first. Come and get them, you're dismissed". That was quick.

I waited for a few people to get up so it wouldn't be too crowded around the table up front. I heard a voice from behind say, "Did your rich daddy get you a boob job? Whore." I turned around, she was obviously talking to me. "Yes. At age 17, they totally allow boob jobs, you ignorant little fuck" I snapped. Her jaw dropped, and looked at Mr. Church who was smirking at my response. She then quickly snatched her schedule and left. I walked over to Mr. Church for my schedule. "Unfortunately, that's the kind of attitude that will save you around here" He said, smiling. I gave a friendly smile back, and walked away with my schedule.

First period, chemistry. Not a problem, I have always been at the top of my class in science...and every other class. I walked in, names on desks. 'Michaela Johnson', read the very back desk.  Beside me was 'Kyle Jones', another jocky baseball player, just perfect. Before I knew it, in walked Kyle. An average, brunnette. Never really talked to him. Maybe he was decent.

He sat down, with only a pen. "Hey, cutie. You want to make some chemistry? Smiling at his own pun. I was wrong, not decent. "Just here for the class" I responded in a monotone voice. Kyle put his hand on my inner left thigh saying "Mm, girl. You feel so fine. I can only imagine what you'd feel like" He said, running his hand all the way to the hem line of my skirt. "Could you not, do that? Thank you. " I said, removing his hand with my index finger and my thumb, plopping his hand on his side of the shared table top.

Many, disgusting classes later, the lunch bell finally rang. I met up with Jason, he had his arm around his new chick of the week. The same bitch from homeroom. "Hey, Michaela. This is Mindy." A shot her a glare, her returning one. Jason opened his mouth to ask what was going on, before I stopped him. "We've already had the pleasure of meeting." I said with an overly fake smile on my face.

We just walked over to the same table we've been sitting at for three years now. It was on the patio, outside. It was only for seniors, but nobody actually obeyed that rule. I sat down on the wooden bench, Jason in front of me. Mindy stood staring at Jason before positioning him so she could sit in his lap. Classy. He gave me an excited grin, and waggled his eyebrows.

Mindy was very tan, with a natural brown color in her hair. She was pretty. She had always worn pink often. Today, it was a pink low-v, to show off her size A boobs, with some very short tan, 'dressy' shorts. She reminded me a ton of Gretchen Wieners, from 'Mean Girls'.

Mindy started to giggle like a child when Jason kept toying with her clothes. Sounding annoyed, "Can I have your keys?" Jason looked puzzled. "I'm tired, and I want to go sleep in your car." He tossed me his keys. He knew I wouldn't go anywhere. It was just locked, and I needed to get in.

Walking down the super long hill was bad, sure. But the fact that Jason had to park at the very back on the parking lot to "keep his precious car safe from scratches" was just annoying. I noticed some boys in the parking lot. Maybe three. All tall, and muscular. Majority of the guys at our school were very well built. I ignored them and continued walking towards them to get to Jason's car.

The closer I got to their faces, the more I realized that I had no idea who they were; or if they even went here. One of their shirts read 'PIRATES'. Yep. They went here. As I walked past their cars, I heard something. Shock, a whistle.

You know, if a guy actually approached me and was kind, he might actually get somewhere. I briefly flipped them the bird, and continued walking. I was about three parking spaces away from sleep, when something, or should I say someone, grabbed me from my waist and lunged me onto the hood of a car. I wondered if all girls were treated like this, or if it were just me? I tried not to talk to girls at our school that often, they were all sqeaky, slutty, bitchy and annoying.

I looked up to see it was a guy from the group in the parking lot, I looked over to where the other guys stood, and none of them were over there. I looked back at the tall, well formed, and very attractive guy and gave him an annoyed look. He put his finger on his lips signaling 'Shh'. I didn't say anything, but looked puzzled. He whispered, "They went to your car, to bother you. If you want, you can follow me and avoid it all." He said sincerely. "Look, I'm tired. I still have another fifty...three minutes to sleep." I whispered back, checking my phone. He let go saying, "If you insist". I got down and continued walking. Trying to remember his face. Wow, I had just met a decent guy for once.