During lunch, my friends and I used to have a spot beside a stairwell in our school that we called the Loser Lounge. (yes, based of the Emoji Movie) One peaceful lunch turned into me screaming and my friends laughing at me. Here's how.
Harold: the gamer, memer and jokester of the group came and sat with us. He hid something in his hands before he revealed a condom. A friend of his gave it to him and they took it out the the package. Harold's friend stuck his hand in it and rolled it as far up on his arm as it would go.
Harold took the condom and blew it up like a ballon. Of course everyone was laughing. The condom popped and broke into three pieces of rubber. I was sitting closest to Harold. I stopped laughing once I saw the evil look in his eyes as he snickered with a smirk. Oh, god.
He picked up the pieces of broken condom before he dangled them in face and touched me with them. It was gross so I yelled at him as I panicked. He rubbed a piece on my face, then put the other pieces on my lunch pale. I shook them off as he collected them. Fuck no... he shot the three separate part of the broken condom at me like they were rubber bands.
Finally he stopped teasing me and threw out the condom, all of it's parts. I sighed with relief and laughed one last time before we continued our day like normal. This is our normal.
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Não FicçãoBoy problems, mistakes, dirty jokes, public embarrassment, trying new things and Teen drama are all part of high school. This is my experience and real life short stories about my life at school. Some parts will be much shorter then others, all even...
