nintendon't 69

Player Two Has Joined

My breath trembles as Dylan starts to pull off his sweatpants.
However, I'm surprised when I see that he's wearing basketball shorts underneath them.

"Here, just wear these." he says as he hands his clean, grey sweatpants over to me.

"Wait, what?"

"You've been wearing those disgusting pants this whole school year. I mean, have you even washed them because everybody can fucking smell you from a mile away. Literally just leave your old pants in the toilet." he rants.

I sadly look down at my cargo denim jean shorts that go down to my mid-calf. I guess they do smell a little funky.

"Okay..." I say timidly as I pull them off my body and drop them into the toilet. I grab the sweatpants from Dylan's hands and pull the soft fabric up myself. "Thanks."

"No problem. Now suck this dick." he demands before he forcefully grabs my head and slams it against him.

I cry out but I don't want to seem like a nerd so I do as he says.

Suddenly, loud banging on the plastic door interrupts us.

"Open the fucking door, Dylan!" I hear Lunchbox yell. I hear two other voices yelling.

"Oh, shit." Dylan says nonchalantly as he pulls up his pants. He turns around and opens the door and there I see three people standing angrily outside.

Lunchbox stands in the middle of Yung Bean Bagg and a short hispanic girl, who I haven't met yet.
I shamefully hide my face with my controllers.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something here, Lunchbox. You'll get your share later." he jokes.

"You think you can do this shit every year with a new underclassman? I won't let you. Don't make me do to you what I did back in 2010." Lunchbox threatens.

I feel Dylan's aura tense up. He clears his throat and steps out of the porta-potty.
"Alright, fine." he states as he walks away.

Lunchbox looks at me and steps inside the small, plastic room.
"Hey." she says softly.

"Hi..." I say sitting back down onto the toilet.

"I know what he's been doing to you. That group does the same shit every year with a new girl."

"Doing what? He's my friend." I defend.

"No, he's not. Every year that group finds some weird, gullible outcast to sexually manipulate then dump off. You aren't the first one. It happened to me, too."

"Really?"

"Back in 6th grade, he invited me to one of his parties and me being new and everything, I went. They only got me once though, because after what I did to Dylan, they never fucked with me again. Also I wasn't anywhere near as weird as you are." she explains.

"What did you do to him?"

"I beat the living shit out of him, cracked his skull, then I circumcised him with dull nail-clippers." she tells me.

I gasp, but I don't know what "circumcised" means!
I know it's a math term but I'm so bad at math! I'm also bad at Caller Duty because one time when I was at my cousin's house I played the game with them but I kept dying.

I chuckle softly, "I'm so bad at video games!"

"You are a video game." Lunchbox replies with a straight face.

Is she flirting with me?

"What the fuck is wrong with this girl?" the hispanic girl whispers loudly to Yung Bean Bagg.