Are you a real Lesbian?

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Wintie's POV

Today was the big day. The big BC triathlon bitches. 

I woke up, put my eagle face on and did the cliche football paint under eye thing super motivational-like in the mirror. 

I know, I'm so cool.

I opened the window and shouted across at Sammy who just so conveniently lives right next to me. 

"WAKE UP HOE, GET READY TO ROAR!!" I hit her window with the designated calling stick... No one messes with the designated calling stick.

She finally trotted to her window to scream back

"Winston seriously? Chill, can't you hide your sexuality even a little bit?" She snapped like a classy sassy botch

"Oh no honey, I'm just getting started! See ya laters" I shouted as I slammed my window shut and continued to dress myself honka. honka. The real way to get what you want is by charm. I could sit here and show you a little prince charming 101, but you can literally just read my autobiography so...

I zipped up (can't have any stray flyers if yk what I'm sayin, those women are BEASTS) I did a lil spin in the mirror and played with my hair a little bit. Smirking, I spoke confidently "Oh yes, You got this" Damn, I'm SO good.

I walked out the door without a care in the world with my partner in crime (literally) by my side as we strutted down to the HS. Me in my leather jacket, and Sammy in her sexy leather boots.

We walked in to the HS to see everyone in their little cliques as usual, until I saw Dyler, the emo sack of shit, and also my arch nemesis since the 5th grade when he made fun of my hair for it being too long despite the fact that his hair was far worse than mine... ugh. Our eyes interlocked and we shared a glare as I stormed off to my side of the cafeteria. 

The triathlon.

Why were we having it? You may ask?

Oh I don't know, let's flash back to a certain lunch period last wednesday...

I was casually minding my own business when all of the sudden I heard the bad side of the cafeteria muffling something while pointing at us. "fucking fags brother... hehe I wanna die" "Yo buddy, look at lucy over there tryin to dress all cool and shit like buddy, chose, basic or lesbian GOD"  That was when I lost it. Those bitches can laugh and point and call us fags whatever, but you do NOT call MY friends basic. There are some lines that you just don't cross hon.

So I was furious. I interrupted Sam's wonderful conversation about her midget threesome sexcapade the other night and took my tray of food over to that side of the cafeteria. It didn't matter whether my bitches heard what they had said, they walked over with me... cus they some good bitches. Besides, we'll pretty much take any excuse to pick on those motherfuckers.

I walked up right behind Tyler, who had said it, and dumped my tray of spaghetti onto his emo lil head. All over his jet black straightened emo hair and his brand new My Chemical Romance shirt. He looked pissed... and he had a right to be. Shit was about to get down.

Soon, the whole cafeteria had joined. Basics, emos, nerds, lesbians, jocks, everyone. Food was flying everywhere and it caused a huge mess. People's bra straps were coming undone, there were meatballs in places that meatballs shouldn't have been, and it was all one big orgy horror story. I mean, you gotta protect the eggplant man. 

"Oh ewww" screamed Juliana as chocolate milk stained her new gucci purse. "No problem baby, I'll buy you a new one ;)" In a deep voice said Mr. Doemel while gripping her ass.

"WHAT?! Doemie noo, I thought you loved me!! I left Brayden for your fine ass... and fine ass lamborghini. Did my late night treat really not mean anything to you?" Lauren screeched and cried as she shook Doemie and his disinterested face.

"Bitch I gotta deal with whores like you everyday, You really think I ain't gettin more freaky offers than car sex? Hell, Emma Filler's offering ddlg dungeon torture sex, so unless you gonna top that, yain't more than an extra." He smirked with his slick non existent hair and strong pecs that popped out of his tight white tank.

"Lamborghini? Damnn hook me up with that" said Remi as she stripped Daddy Doemie and sucked his big fat cock, but only after putting taking her red lollipop out. Doemie stood back approvingly with his gucci sunglasses and tattooed strong hands holding Remi's cock sucking head in place as she did her business. 

"Hey... Bitch left a red mark! RAINBOW PARTY TIME!" said some random jock who resembles either david berin or matt fuscus.

And that my friends, is the story of how we all got aids and died... just kidding.

"How dare you call one of my hons, basic???" I screeched as I tackled Dyler and shoved Jackie's left over PBJ into his ear, and trust me, that was his good ear. You could tell by the amount of cuts from trying to force a dick shaped speaker in to fuck his pain and misery away with his emo music. 

"Maybe that bitch shouldn't dress like a lil whore then"  He screeched back as he tried to assert his dominance but failed to do so. His scrawny little emo arms were no match for my big butchy lesbian arms.  

"Bitch aint dressin like a whore, It's art. It's not like you would understand fashion anyway." I pinned his arms down and got all close up in his face. But in a non-gay way of course. Altho his ass was lookin cute with his tight black skinny jeans that he probably stole from his mama's closet.

"RAWWWWWWWWR" growled Dyler in either agony or hardcore sexual pleasure?

"EAT MY PUSSSSSSSSY" I growled back

"I mean no, um, TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT LUCILLE"  God, Wintie, let out your sexual frustrations on your dogs like a normal kid. Mama always did wonder where that peanut butter went... hehe.

"HEY HEY HEY CUT IT OUT ALL OF YOU JUST STOP" Screamed Ms. Krishna who somehow always seemed to save the day. Everyone cut out what they were doing when she spoke... I mean it's not like doemel was gonna be in charge, he was down in Kokohoe ;))

"You're doing it all wrong, you gotta slide his tongue NE not NW... what, you know what, nevermind just stop, all of you, it's embarassing. If you're gonna fight, fight like men." 

The bell rang, "Whatever, just get to class, we'll discuss YALLS, and by yalls I mean señor Winston and señor tyler over there in the chokehold's punishment after school today.

"Now, get! get! I don't wanna see any of yalls" Damn, that woman could clean up good, mad respect.

So later that day Dyler and I met up and intensely decided that we were having a...

LESBIAN VS EMO TRIATHLON