The Band Bible

Chapter 3

"Oh, I see now", Arielle nodded. "No, you don't see, that's why you have glasses", I laughed. "You know what, you lil' nigga? I will not hesitate to accidentally break your bassoon."

"Is that a threat?" I smirked, leaning my arm on her shoulder. "Uh-uh bitch, it's a promise."

"Take it back or I'm sending you my nudes", I warned. "I TAKE IT BACK! I TAKE IT BACK! DON'T SEND YOUR NUDES!" She panicked, her body immediately throwing my arm off of her. "Arielle, Clay, please sit down and be quiet. Stop causing so many disruptions", Ms. Rocco scolded. "I like my mom", the weird, random, tall kid said to himself.

"Hey Playdoh, I think you and that kid were meant to be. He likes to make you smile", Arielle winked, taking a seat on her barstool and I did the same. "Shut up!"

"Why are you two so loud?" Ms. Rocco asked. "Clay, I know you don't sit here either", she crossed her arms, and tapped her foot on the floor. "I wasn't here when we assigned seats", I smirked, obviously I was lying. "Was there any of you who didn't do the quiz last Thursday?" Ms. Rocco walked off to her desk and completely ignored my statement.

"She just changed the subject completely, what the hell?" I laughed, repeatedly kicking Arielle's foot under the table. "Stop touching my feet!" She shouted. "But I wanna play footsies", I whined with a puppy dog face. "I don't wanna play footsies with you, ya dingus", she replied, nailing me right in the shin. "Why are you so mean?"

"Because you annoy the hell out of me", she groaned, trying to get back to her work. "Isn't the teacher, like, really hot?" I asked. Arielle looked over at Ms. Rocco who was blowing her nose into a tissue. "Yes, Clay, very hot", she chuckled, tapping her pencil on the table.

"You going to homecoming?"

"I dunno, Clay, I'm not worried about that."

"Well, I took this girl to homecoming one time and she said she only went with me because she wanted to suck my D."

"I don't care, Playdoh."

"I like my occasional blowjobs, but it really hurt me", I fake cried, and pretended a tear ran down my face. "Are you going on the Washington trip?" I inquired. "OH MY GOD! DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?!"

"Probs not", I shrugged. "If you don't be quiet, I'm not setting you up with Kaydee. You can be forever alone for all I care. I'll just find someone else."

"Find someone else for what?"

"My... Plans. They're top secret, Clay. You mustn't know about them."

"That's bunk."

"So is your face, now shut up, ya dingus."

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"Kaydee you look ravishing in that yellow tuxedo", I winked, scanning Kaydee up and down. "You look amazing in that dress", Kaydee giggled. "I can't walk in these heels though."

"Do you wanna trade outfits?"

"No, I'll just take it off." After getting out of my pink sequin dress and my matching heels, I walked back out to the front of the restaurant without any clothes. I stood there in my birthday suit, searching the area for Kaydee. I figured she must've went inside, so I went in too.

All the other men were dressed nicely with ties or suit jackets. "Such a classy place", I thought. I was the only one there who was standing bare in the middle of the restaurant lobby. Mothers were shielding their children's eyes and closing their own eyes as well, that is, unless they were widening them to get a better look. #I'mHot

"THAT WAS THE SAME KID WHO I GOT NUDES FROM!" Some girl screamed. What? "Put some clothes on pervert!" An old woman yelled. Maybe I shouldn't have come in naked... Maybe it's time to call Areola, I mean Arielle, for some clothes. #Sidekick