Emotional Boys 1990

Intro

"Ay man don't be causing problems with me, faggot!"

"Who you calling a faggot? I'll rock your shit right here!"

Almost everyday, the students at Lincoln high are gifted with the annoying, maybe entertaining for some, sounds of a couple of dudes about to get into an obnoxious and pointless fight.

I've grown to feign indifferent to it, not caring who will win and who will be mocked for the next week of school as a result.

Despite how frequent, they still garner a fair audience, which if you receive little excitement in your own life, I'd see the interest.

"Man don't come around my girl!" One of them yells, pushing the other dude -sadly white- into the wall just outside the campus.

"Your girl? Man, Kim's a fucking slut yo, she was wit' me before she decided to spread her legs for your limp-dick ass!" The guy argues with him, pushing the other guy off of him and exiting the confines of the wall against his back.

"Wit' you? Yeah right, like anyone would date your loser self! You're a white, scrawny little fucking wanna be rapper, Elvis impersonator who failed ninth grade twice before now, and you gone fail again! Give me one good reason why any bitch would wanna fucking date you? Let alone allow you to hit?" He asks in a cocky expression, hitting this guy at probably every angle you could.

This poor kid, the bullying will be relentless after this... unless...

I don't typically care for others, like I said, I feign indifference. Their lives are meaningless to me, and I don't care what horrible "karma" they get. It's typically good for them, helps them grow a back bone.

As someone whose been called every sexist slur in the book for how I dress and has been grabbed and harassed constantly; I can testify that it rounds you out, gives you motivation to prove everyone wrong and beat some form of odds that you don't even know about yet. That being said I don't condone anything sexist whatsoever, and I always put the guy in his place any time it's happened, which is the fun part.

However, despite this, I'm still one of the most popular girls at school and my grades are incredibly impressive. If I was seen hanging out with this dude after the fight, it would most likely severely dampen the criticism he'd get afterwords.

The white dude lands a harsh punch on the other guys cheek, causing him to fall to the ground. I rejoice slightly, glad that the white kid can at least fight. Nice to have something going for you.

"Lemme clarify something, she's been wit me, I knocked her up, she's fucking pregnant with my kid, bitch! Ain't none of my business now though, since she's "your girl" so enjoy her! She sucked my dick a lot too, so next time you kiss her, remember that shit!" He shouts at the dude, making the crowd erupt in excited 'oohs' and 'oh shits!'

Ok, maybe I don't need to help him, he seems like a bit of an asshole.

He proceeds to kick the guy a lot while he's down, landing a blow on his groin before walking off casually.

Something about him really excites me though. I really want to put him in his place... I'm obsessed with dominating men, it's just fucking hot as shit. Being the boss in a situation with a man is the most powerful feeling given the gender roles of society. Men -specifically American ones- are so audacious, so when you come across a guy who's confident in public but begs you to let him come in private, it feels pretty fucking amazing.

I usually find these guys in clubs or on the off occasion a dude from school will flirt with me by asking me to do fucked up shit to them. Yeah, there are some fellow freaks at school.

Mhm, I will have to say, none of them want anything committed, they just want to have their dirty fantasy filled in a one-night stand. Not that I get offended by it, I'm the one in control, after all, but I want someone who's my own.

I want to be in a relationship but you know, one that gets freaky... one where I'm in control...

I want that guy, something in my brain has decided that whoever that white kid is, he'll get on his knees for me.

I watch his jaw wire shut with frustration, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks slightly red with adrenaline. He walks right past me, heading down the block after giving me a slightly disgusted look.

I get that from guys occasionally, especially if they don't approve of my clothing. Why would I care though?

I start following behind him, sprinting to catch up before ultimately slowing down to his pace. He has a wide posture and way of composing himself, trying to signal that he's in control when it's clear given his circumstances in life that he's not.

"So... failing grade nine for the third time... that's pretty sad..." I mutter, opening the conversation on a bad note. 

He swiftly shoots his head back slightly to notice my presence following him. He lets out a choked gasp, his face cynical and riddled with skepticism.

"What the fuck are you following me for?" He asks unimpressed, turning his head back to in-front of him and trying to pretend to the outside observer that he hasn't noticed me yet.

"For curiosity sake. You know, I could tutor you" I joke, knowing damn well I have no intention of it.

"No need, I'm dropping out" he grunts, his fingers tightening around the straps of his backpack, visually displaying his irritation.

I don't see why you'd be irritated by an attractive girl taking interest in you... but to each their own.

"Ah, so, I don't like to judge character, but everything I've learnt about you so far makes you sound kinda like a deadbeat. I'd love to hear you prove me wrong though" I suggest, being genuine. I want to know if this guy is interesting or nice enough to be worth my time. I bring my hands together in front of me, interweaving my fingers in front of my crotch, and by default, bringing my tits together slightly.

Don't judge me, I wanna catch some prey is all.

"I don't need to tell you shit! Also, coming from the girl that everyone calls a slut behind her back, who dresses like she wants me to fucking raw dog her ass in front of everyone, you've got a lot to say!" He snaps, shocking me to an insane degree. Woah, he's far more of an asshole than I thought. However, I do not want to react in any way that would lend him any form of satisfaction. This dude needs some serious humility.

"That's a hasty generalization don't you think...? I know you're not the brightest, but logical fallacies really tick me off" I giggle, skipping up ahead of him, "oh and by the way, one, they call me a slut to my face, secondly, I'm into BDSM, specifically dominating men. Any guy sexually involved with me is the one being fucked, not the other way around" I tell him with a wide spread smile, watching his face go slightly pale with shock, his mouth open slightly.

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