Make me cum

STYLING UP

BANNY POV

Let's say images are traumatising in nature. You can't possibly block a single one ,,,becomes even worse when it has to deal with personal life. I usually gain inspiration from my day to day life adventures.

My life...Kinda is a joke. Don't get me wrong though. I'm my own fucking boss. Never takes no for an answer and my opinion solely matters. Let's leave that for now........ Since childhood haunting had been among my fantasy list .......who knew things would take a u turn and my idea of fantasy gradually upgrades itself to the real world . The words "making good decisions" Don't really appear in my dictionary.

After the incident ...we really understand the concept of avoiding each other. But this couldn't go on for eternity. A reform had to be implemented. Of which I didn't possess even the tinniest clue.

My leg was doing quite well and I was good to start my sucking daily school routine . Being popular isn't that cool.... Just forget the idea and ghost around... This applies to the nerds...... Fuck off with attempts of being the ideal Popular figure.

Staying home all day and doing basically nothing wasn't the ideal term of thrilling .......Going to school hasn't sounded great before but now is all I kept dreading for.

I normally spend trillion minutes dressing up though today it's like I inherited time control measures genetically if it's even possible.....Talk about being enslaved by black.....it has been my signature colour for ages... a black tack top and denim shorts were going to do for the day..... I decided for ponytail and settled for some mascara....... Eye liner and nude lipstick . Make up doesn't appeal to me as much. Just stick to the real you.. This may seem like a criticism but I'm just ushering my pov.

This reminds me of a litmus paper.... It has to do with the change of colours if my memory is intact..........Picking my Sapphire back pack I make my way to the kitchen.... It has been my norm to take breakfast solely. I can't bear the sight of Wren who is comfortably having his share of breakfast and my all will to vanquish hunger from my rumbling stomach goes astray and is clouded by trembling furry. Stomping off i head to the car. The thought of driving myself to school is quite appealing ...it takes full will to demolish the engrossing temptation....my dad will probably skin me alive saving my decomposition .For now i had to play it cool...

His delay was enough to arise suspicions on whether he was planning a grand entrance or something ,,, ............I would automatically choose death with no debates than even sharing a single space with him.....I'm about to make a call to my dad when a loud bang of the brand new land rover discovery shatters my senses. That's what I thought. Don't dare call it a matter of coincidence......sadly the show is over....i give it a three...striving for success doesn't seem to pump in his veins.

"I got business to do so you better tell me where you heading to" he said coldly

Dammit....he got such guts.." SCHOOL" I SAVED MYSELF THE ARGUMENT AND SANK INTO MY BAG.

Taking hold of my phone I go through my Instagram account .......This comment accelerated my expounding furry which threatened to explode.

*YOU DID DESERVE THAT...BITCH...DEATH COULD HAVE SERVED YOU RIGHT.....HEEEEYY MR. ANONYMOUS COME EAT ME OUT...YOU DID AN AWESOME WORK"

Welcome to my shitty world .Being a hard core is the best suited qualification in this kind of a situation though i totally lacked will power to summon my mastered skills. Did I really deserve death penalty for my bitchiness???????? It takes decades to allow some shit to sip into the brain....it comes around with the popularity crown. Pshht... no need to get all emotional. Screw you Pheliciah...I had lost my bearings and now only the sound of a cooling engine seemed to drag me back to reality. Ushering myself out I head towards the deserted pavements...exactly what I was craving for...this has just given me the ideal opportunity to ghost around......an invisible cloak could've saved me the vain less struggle. i ought to make my way hastily to the hall ...a gang of paparazzi's is on its way ...........that's how we call rumour mongers and graduated gossipers ..... its quite insane with my pain in the ass leg. The emptiness of the vast hall made it ghastly. WHERE THE HELL WAS EVERYONE?????????? This was great symbolism of creepiness.

Not a single soul knew my whereabouts ,,Yvonne wasn't spared in that list . a peaceful life is what I was yearning for...though it couldn't come in a silver platter. Waiting for about ten minutes I decided on the odds of going to the deans office. Swallowing my ego i softly(*as if its gonna hurt my knuckles) i knock the door.. after the discourteous you welcome shiet I push in. Barely had I sat than it registered itself that Professor Andrew was in polo shirt and black sweats which with no struggle blew the cover of his manhood and gave it an appetising arousal....... shut up you shithole,,I told my ever horny mind.. I had to concentrate ...... Since when did casual clothes get legalised in the school???????

"Have you been rendered homeless " the sarcasm in his tone was quite evident.

" that any of your business" i had to tame my anger.

"You may as well see yourself out young lady" he said and dug into the stack of binders in the polished mahogany desk.

"I'll gladly storm out after you explain the vastness around....WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE???" This is when I realise my grave mistake ...raising voices to the teaching stuff isn't tolerated and I may as well have earned myself couple of detentions.

"I'm sorry sir...it's just that I have been craving to resume school and boom everyone disaapprates ....just like in euphoria...would you care to enlighten me what's going on here" I said politely

"Just thank your gods I'm in good mood "he said calmly " save yourself the embarrassment and confirm the dates"

That's when it registers to me it's on Sunday. Son of a bitch...man slut.....Did he really have to make a fool out of me....i was sick. What did he expect?? ...getting tracks of the dates did include in my schedule. This time am going to validate HE GETS FIRED .........this is no bluffing shit...

"Should I give directions to your house" 'AM JUST HELPING' banging his door I make my way to the parking lot. Finding no sight of any car I decided on a cab.

I'm going to make you pay.....i won't give it a rest until all your life is screwed.......'my mind kept reciting this phrase over and over"

Something is rolling up his sleeves........junky ass...I wonder what's he is up to this time round. Hell is going to break loose . His apocalypse might as well be cooking up.