The Robber

Mathew

I wake up breathing heavily and groan. I thought I physically couldn't get any harder than I was last night but boy was I wrong. I ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower immediately getting in the try and calm myself down. For heaven's sake, I already had some pre-cum leaking out of me and all I did was have a dream! Once I finally get myself under control I hop out and look at myself in the mirror. I'm all muscle and bone. I'm skinny but everything on my body could lift at least 150 lbs. I look at the random tattoos covering my body. I love them all. I scan my piercings realizing that I have some really out there piercing but I only got them to try and make me feel something in high school, but now I actually love them. I look at myself in my sad tired eyes.

If I ever see that boy again I doubt either one of us will forget the other's eyes. It's nearly impossible.

I smirk as I leave my bathroom and get dressed. It's a little difficult because of well, my situation but I manage to pull on my black ripped skinny jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt. I put on my two rings, my necklace, and my gages. All my other bling stays in my body all the time. I throw on my black converse and head out the door.

I let out a huge sigh when I finally reach college. Columbia University. I know crazy right? Despite what you might think I'm more than smart. I had a 4.0 GPA in high school and managed to impress the socks off the administrators with my SAT scores. Not to mention all the community service I did. The only problem was my record, which isn't too hot on the criminal scale, and money. Why do you think we were robbing the most wealthy bank in NYC?

I walk through the doors and ignore all the stares from people. It's nothing new for me. I mean I have been dealing with it for just about my entire life. I even had to deal with it from my stepfather. I hear girls giggle and guys scoff. I hear some even quickly run away.

Lets go. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.

"Hey there," A small blonde says to me. Her non-existent tits are pushed up to her chin and her shorts are pulled up so much you'd think they were a pair of thongs. She grabs onto my arm and presses herself against my arm.

How cheap could this girl be to be attending this school... oh, wait... this is all most likely daddy's money, right? Gross.

"Sorry not my type" I quickly say

"I can be your type. What is it?" She says. She's quite clearly is trying to turn me on. Her hand is practically groping my dick after all.

"Dark brown hair" I quickly say

"I am downstairs"

EW.

"Maybe around 5'4"

"I'll take off the heels"

"They also need to have a dick and balls," I say flatly into her ear so quietly that she may not even hear it. But I know she did because her face flushed and her eyes went wide.

"I-I-I am so so-o-rry abo-u-ut that" She stutters quietly

"It's fine," I say calmly "Will you do me a favor though?" She nods her head

"You seem popular" I continue "Will you let all of the girls staring at me that you know that I am 110% not interested?"

"Yes of course. I'm sorry again" she breaths her words "Also I'm Rebecca by the way"

I stick my hand "Nice to meet you, Rebecca, I'm Mathew."

With that, I head to the Psychology auditorium for my first class. I open the doors and look around for a seat. Then I see him. He sees me.

Fuck my life. 

Sorry for another Mathew chapter, they don't really have any order to them. 

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