"I put my bets on Len being the bottom!"Chisara snickered.
"Heh-! She's DEFINITELY the top, it's written all over the bitches personality."Jeff replied, Leaning on the counter as Chisara drank Chocolate Milk.
I calmly walked out of Ni's room, quick to close the door.
I stood there for a second feeling the awkward tension of a dozen eyes.
I turned around, rubbing the hickeys on my neck, blushing at the thought of how they had gotten there.
"W-What-?!"I stuttered as I made my way down the stairs, observing the faces in the living room.
Jane
Jeff
Chisara
Ben
Laughing Jack
Sally
Laughing Jack and Sally had been playing with dolls in a selective part of the room, while the others had their eyes on me.
I made my way towards the fridge, opening it, and inspecting its contents.
"So, what where you and Ni up to?" Chisara slyly asked, as she sat the glass of chocolate milk on the counter
I stood there, coughing as the memories flooded, her hand on my throat, love bites, h-hickeys..
I felt my face turn a deep red, as I squeezed the fabric on my shorts.
"N-Nothing-!"I blurted, feeling my heart skip a beat as soon as jeff opened his mouth.
"No fucking way, are those hickeys?"Jeff Muttered.
"I-I U-uh. Um, No. Yes. No?"I stuttered tripping over my words.
"Ohhh, So who's the top?" Ben scoffed, interfering.
"Hypothetically speaking, if Ni and I did do something, I would enjoy using the term baby spoon." I justified, closing the fridge, putting my hoodie on my head.
"I KNEW IT!" Chisara Cackled, pointing at Jeff.
"THEY'RE THE BOTTOM!!"Chisara laughed, jumping up and down in excitement.
I turned red.
I watched as Jeff made an Attempt to run away, Only to be grabbed by the back of the collar.
"PAY UP, SHITTY BOI-!" Chisara snickered, making a gimme motion.
Jeff rolled his eyes, giving Chisara a crumbled up 5 dollar bill.
'Hah, They Bet on you!'The voice in my head rang, hut not a voice, a very loud judgement conscience.
I slowly made my way back to my room.
I stood there as I watched Ni hardly awake, Lay next to Chi-Chi.
My babies~
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Overwhelming Anxiety
Non-FictionThis story is based around one of my creepypasta OC's, Len Miller, A pessimistic 17-year-old high school girl struggling with overwhelming anxiety and mental stability issues.While trying to obtain an innocent profile, and eliminating all competiti...
