babydoll - luke hemmings

babydoll :: 04

isabelle's p.o.v

"isabelle! wake up!" i felt someone's hand on my lower back, shaking me from my dream - more like a fantasy. "you're gonna be late for school!"

my mom's voice rings throughout the hallway as she exits my room, leaving me to get ready. my eyes flutter open, and the bright light shining through the windows blinds me instantly. i close my eyes in pain.

"ouch." i rub my eyes. i peeked through my lids and glanced at the clock - 7:15am. shit. why the hell didn't my alarm wake me up?

every morning was usually the same for me. wake up, get ready, leave the house at 7:30am, then reach school at 7:45 when it starts.

oh, did i mention the continuous, sexually frustrating, wet dreams i have every single fucking night about my stupid but ridiculously hot math teacher? no, guess i didn't.

my life in those dreams was absolutely perfect. hot body, nice clothes, short skirts, big boobs, friends, attention. what more could a typical person ask for in high school?

sadly, that wasn't exactly reality for me. reality was an average body, average height, average looks, average boobs, average clothes, average everything. which i wasn't necessarily mad about.

i didn't actually want a picture perfect body and life for myself, but it was cool to live in a dream. i was content with my life, and that's that.

and no, my parent's are not rich per se. no my dad isn't the ceo of Ferrari, no my mom isn't some designer at Victoria Secret. they're just them, and they're perfect for me.

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"bye belle, see you at home." my mom bids me goodbye as i exit the car, waving at her as she drives away.

i made it just in time for school, and my two friends were waiting outside for me as usual.

"you could've been late." sophie scolds me playfully, linking my arms with hers.

"i know.. stupid alarm didn't wake me up this morning."

"another sexual fantasy about mr h, huh?" pinky smirks, and i feel my cheeks go red immediately.

"no, shut up!" i groan, feigning annoyance. but i know they know me all to well. ".... yes." my head hung low in embarrassment.

"it's too late to be embarrassed now, isabelle. all that's left to do is just to share the details. the kinky shit. to be fair it'd be weird not to have dreams about him. he's dreamy." sophie admits, and i blush again.

"no kinky shit ever takes place in my dreams. please leave me alone." i lie through my teeth.

"really now? no 'daddy' or sexual moanings of 'mr hemmings' of any sort? i call bullshit!" sophie continues.

"stop kink shaming me!" i whisper aggressively as we walk into the school, making sure no one around could hear me.

"what if kink shaming is my kink!" she whispers back, glaring at me, but i know she's joking.

"y'all are crackheads." pinky mutters, and the three of us just burst out laughing.

"looks like it's your lucky day, miss evans. math is first period." pinky raises her eyebrows and smirks at me.