We all know of the baby project in health class. When you're given a fake baby and a partner to act as the daddy with you to act as the mommy.
"This baby project will be over the course of three months."
I want breadsticks.
"Now, you and your part...
"Math can really suck my toe. We never use it. Even Mr. Thwell backed me up. It's probably because he's a pervert and our school system is going downhill at a faster rate because of him but he was speaking the truth. One kid said his dad has a job where he actually has to use algebra. Like um okay? Good for you. You can go to school because you don't want to be shown up by some math whiz but I could care less. That math whiz can also suck my toe. I will not be going to school to do math. What in the entire shit did they think I would get out of learning letters with math. Bitch, I still say ellameno, not L M N O. I repeat, I will not be going to school in a couple of hours to just take a damn math test that 'will be 70% of my grade'. GO SUCK MY BIG TOE!" Sarah inhaled a large breath after finishing her rant at 3 AM for her. Here it's already 10.
"I agree 100% but honestly just take the test and be over it. You know how you let your anxiety completely run the test for you. All you need to do is think. You're smart and can pass this test in 30 minutes. Don't let your nerves answer the questions. I love you but I do have to get back to work." I sipped the remaining soda and threw the can out before walking down the hall back to Alessandro's office.
"Yeah, you're right. It's gotten worse since you aren't here to go to the gym with me or meditate. Ashton tries but he goes too hard and his ADHD isn't the best meditation partner." She sighed and threw herself on the bed. Her hair over her eyes as she moaned out a goodbye.
"Goodbye to you too Sarahbear." I giggled and ended the call shoving my phone in my bra while, hopefully, no one was looking.
Rounding the corner I bumped into a very large man which had me falling into the arms of a British man.
"Oh, I'm very sorry miss. I wasn't watching where I was going. Please forgive me, madam." I smiled awkwardly hoping he would let me go.
"I forgive you but honestly it was my fault. I can be such a klutz sometimes." I tried wiggling out of his embrace but to no avail. My smile stuck and my ass kept shaking its way out.
"Let go of her Tom." (YES IT'S TOM HOLLAND. IF DISNEY CAN DROP HIM THEN I CAN PICK HIM UP) Alessandro's voice boomed out behind me letting me know I was safe. Well, not until I was in his arms.
"I'm terribly sorry miss. I didn't even realize I was still holding you." Why is he so polite? Or are Americans just mean? Oh yeah, were mean. Very mean. I remember when I was five and cussed out the ice cream man cause my Sonic the hedgehog looked like a blue lump with green eyes.
His eyes trailed a little farther down than I would've liked but they shot back up just time for his ears to tint pink and for it to spread to his cheeks. I don't blame him. I am larger than most women in that area and they are sort of out there at this moment. How could someone's eyes not trail there? At least he was a gentleman and looked up real fast.
Today I wore long white, as Tom would call them, pantaloons, fake snakeskin long sleeve button up with clear strapped fake snakeskin heels. I also wore like six rings on one hand which included a snake ring. I felt like being a snake today. I guess I was about to hiss at some more clients, I honestly had no idea. I woke up feeling like a badass so this was the result.
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