Suddenly, as if the noscope gods were looking upon us, a god-like male walked in.
He was gorgeous. He sported a great beer belly, singlet, shorts, thongs, and it looked as though he had no hair on his body, whatsoever. Not even eyebrows.
He was extremely pale and was very thin, except for the protruding beer belly.
His eyes, which were pitch black, flashed to mine and he widened them so wide, that his eyeballs looked like they were about to fall out. God, that was bloody attactive.
For some reason, I could smell his scent. Almost gagging, I smelt the best scent this world had ever smelt. Fart, sweat and stale Doritos.
He quickly sprinted over, grabbed my arms and squished me to his beer belly, shoving my head under his armpits. There was no hair there either.
I started thrashing around like a fish, accidentally punching his face five time in the process.
He loosened his grip, letting oxygen flow back into my lungs, and said to me, "Hey mate, wanna go a round?"
I just looked at him, wondering who the hell gave birth to this beautiful bloody idiot and didn't try to kill him as soon as he came out.
He brought his hand up and smoothed it over my mullet, sparks literally flying everywhere and catching my friends hair on fire. Like I cared though.
That was the when the cafeteria went silent and gasps were heard from my bloody friends behind me.
I just looked at him, right in the eyes. I slowly turned around, bent down, grabbed my rifle from my bag and turned back around to him.
Almost in a flash, I quickscoped him, sending him flying back through the school walls and hopefully 6ft under.
Nobody bloody touches Rybekkah Smyf's mullet.
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Bloody Hell
Teen FictionThis is a story of a bogan werewolf girl who found her bloody mate.