The Sea has Eyes

Queen Ollie of house Trap

Taking the time out of my day to ponder on the inevitable aspects of my life is-in my opinion-fucking exhausting. What is truly unavoidable in ones life being absorbed by cock suckers that have instinctive actions, besides drifting into an oblivion which is obvious. I hid my face within my hands and exhaled as I stare off into the window as we sped through the tunnel.

Towards my right was a woman that reeked cheap perfume, out of habit I crinkled my nose in disgust. She notices my gaze and shifts in her spot uncomfortably and clenches onto her IKEA bag. I roll my eyes and scuff loud enough to be heard as I turn away to scout for my next victim when a pair of scuffed Air Force's came into my view.

my eyes continued to gaze. As she became familiar, my chest tightened and I felt my self getting annoyed. There she was though. The thot I was able to convince that my dick was as magical as riding Ms.Frizzle's school bus. The fact that she was only a freshman gave her an appeal that she was just too naive, which in this case she was. Her head held high, and her eyes pasting back at me.

"So we're gonna pretend you don't know me huh?" she whined, taking seat aside me, which caused me to scoot closer to the window.

"No sorry, who are you?"

"Cut the shit dude, you haven't returned any of my phone calls, and it's been about a month... Blaine."

"Well yes, how's your mother Jen?"

"You know what, you're seriously the biggest narcissistic pig. You annihilated me for your own disgusting egotistical pleasure and thought it was okay. I can easily get my brother though, it's nothing for me. " she began to cause a scene as if we were in a fucking telenovela. Even the change beggars sobered up for her tantrum.

"Well that looks like my stop" I grinned while starring at the digital display of locations. "Oh and Jen" I begun, shifting my body to the side facing hers while I cup my head in my hand leaning on the chair. "let your brother know where I live! I'd be happy to show him where your mother and I fuc-"

"Don't you fucking talk about her!" she got closer to my face, her tone aggressively shifting louder and louder.

"which wasn't exactly difficult considering she peeled her clothes off by the front door"

"I'm not kidding when I say I'll get you fucked up"

I lift my head up to meet her gaze, "Then do it." I scuffed. "Get your brother, babe"
She cocks her head to the side with the same grin plastered across her face pretty-little face. "seriously, what's your fucking beef?"
I chuckled hard, loud enough to cause her face to turn crimson.She retorts, scrunching her nose in disgust. I lean my elbows onto my knee caps and cup my face with my hands. "You know... I didn't actually do it, why so angry?" I reply sarcastically, toying with her emotions as I watch her facial expression change drastically from anger to embarrassment.
"Wait-what were you expecting though? For us to be together or something" I asked with a laughed followed after.

"I-I..." She stammered, disconnecting our eye contact. "You took my virginity". She whispered

"Are you joking?" I cringed in disbelief at what I am discovering. "Oh... my bad?" I say, lifting myself up off of my seat only to tower over her petite body. Leaning down to level with her ear, "I wouldn't want to date a girl with chlamydia though.."

We slowly come to a halt, doors screeching as they open. I gave Jenny a nudge on the arm, flashing a wink before I followed within the bodies of 40 plus beings traveling toward their next destination. Supported by the stair railing as I skipped two steps at a time, trailing off into the autumns breeze. Nature took a turn and granted us the blessing of changes in the leaves. By paying too much attention towards the sky I didn't take into consideration how ridiculous I looked staring off into space. I break free from my thoughts only to get side tracked by Jenny. Believe it or not she's a good kid but her problem is being tremendously gullible. Capable of manipulating someone into doing whatever I please is one of my few party tricks. I prefer to call it my gift, because why-the-fuck not? Taking a weak mind and break it into small tactical bits to use for your pleasure is so appealing to me. Is that psychotic?