~Your POV~
I woke up to the faint sound of my alarm, reminding me that today was the first day at my new school. I grabbed my glasses off of my nightstand and got dressed in my favourite clothes. A lilac v-neck sweater with some cuffed mom jeans and my white high top converse. I went to the bathroom to do my hair , as I was hopeless at any hair style without a mirror. I put my brunette waist-length hair in a messy bun before going downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning y/n,," My mother said cheerily "your breakfast's on the table!"
I went to sit down and greeted my dad, who was sitting opposite me with his coffee and the newspaper. He looked up and said after a yawn,
"Ah, y/n, we have to discuss something, but I'll wait until you finish your breakfast."
Ah, it's probably about my brother sneaking out at night again. He did this a lot, sneaking out with his special friend, so my parents would always ask if I knew where he was. I nodded to show my dad that I was listening and then dug in.
My moms pancakes are so good, especially when she gets the blueberries that we grow in our backyard and puts them on top. I finished rather quickly, conscious of how little time I had to get to school, considering it takes a while to walk from our home. Being late on the first day would be a horrible impression on all the teachers! Not to mention I would struggle to find somewhere to sit in home room. I hoped my best friend, Sarah Segsyfeet, would save me a space.
"So, y/n," my dad starts, interrupting my anxious thoughts "have you perhaps any idea where your brother is?"
"Ah- Uhh... Mike's probably just left early with his friend Nico again?" I say with a hopefully convincing smile.
I'm not good at lying, but that in itself wasn't a total lie, just that I actually know when and where he went with Nico. I look at the Apple Watch I got for Christmas as a distraction from my prying father and begin to panic. I've only got eight minutes to get to school! I get up, grab my light blue fjallraven kanken school bag and run out the door (I was on the track team in my old school so I can run fairly well).
I manage to sprint to the school with just enough time to get to class before the professor came. My best friend since elementary, Sarah, was waving me over not-so-discreetly to a free seat next to her.
I'm not at all surprised no one sat next to her, she's quite threatening at her height of 6'2 but really, she's just the horse girl from middle school that had a giant glow up over summer break. I plop down next to her and give her a bright smile. She honestly looks beautiful, her curly hair bobbing about as she explains some crazy thing that happened on the weekend. Her lips are dark and glossy, but there's definitely some glitter on there. She has her signature thick eyeliner on each eyelid, with a bit of green eyeshadow to match her outfit.
I quickly grab my pen and begin scribbling out a note to Sarah, before jumping upon hearing the teacher call my name.
"Uh- yes?" I stand up to see what Mr. Pœpiehed had to say, and that's when I saw him, the sexiest man I had ever seen. Donald J. Trump. The sexy beast beckoned me over with his wrinkled hands, patchy with fake tan. I got out of my seat, sending a smile to Sarah before walking over to Mr. Trump and giving him my best alluring wink. He blushed "H-hello y/n-san" he whispered softly, not making eye contact.
Now that I was closer, I could see the glimmering sapphire orbs that lay underneath his timid bangs.
"Hey there Mr. President!" I said with a bright smile, forgetting about everyone else in my classroom. He grabbed my hand, flushing positively crimson, and started speed walking down a corridor of classrooms, whispering something along the lines of "Y/n-san~ Baka!" The whole time we were walking, until we reached the fire exit. "We need to go out of this door, as not to alarm the other students." His anime girl tiddies that appeared very suddenly boobed very boobily as he took swift steps out of the door and through the car park. (In Scotland that's what we call a parking lot😎)
We finally got to his car, a sailor moon jeep, after about 20 minutes of walking around the packed car park. He was still holding my hand, though his blush had calmed down a bit.
"G-get in, baka!" He said, sitting down in the drivers seat. I got in and saw the bright pink interior, LED lights around the ceiling and the cute funko pops on the surface underneath the windsheild. Peeking at the back I saw his D va body pillow, lying on the fluffy pink car seats. I stepped up into the jeep and sat down, clicking the jewel embroidered seatbelt into place. He stepped on the gas, leaving all of his security guards in the car park (probably for a gang bang).
It was about ten minutes into the car ride when I caught myself staring at his luscious bleach-blond locks, that had magically grown 12 inches longer, reaching down to his curvy waist. My eyes slowly lowered till landing on his juicy buttocks. I had never seen a fatter ass, not even on an elephant. (Oikawa jealous or whatever😘)
That thing was triple Kim Ks without any surgery. It looked like it was a cushion, and I wanted to be the chair it was gently laid upon. He coughed awkwardly, obviously having noticed me staring at his scrumptious booty cheeks. My cheeks flared up, and I could feel the heat spreading all round my body. I internally cursed myself and leant forward to turn on the radio, hoping to disperse the tension that was at that moment thicker than his ass.
As soon as I turned it on, I heard Kurtis Conners podcast, Very Really Good, playing. It was episode 105, he was talking about how he hurt his back on Jennas old trampoline, and I couldn't help but become even more infatuated. I turned to Donald and whispered in his ear,
"we love an educated king" he blinked then blushed with realisation before pushing my head back to my side of the car and whispering something about keeping focus on the road.
I sat back in my seat, happy with the amount of times I'd made him blush until I remembered a question I forgot to ask earlier,
"Trump-chan~," He looks over at me, showing I have all of his attention (he's not an irresponsible driver his Dva body pillow is driving rn) "Are you gonna explain why I'm in a car with you, driving to who knows where while the car smells like the physical embodiment of the word nya?"
He blushes a bit at the mention of his car smelling of anything, but nothing more. He turns his head back to the road and begins absolutely fucking zOOMING down the road. He starts to play the boku no pico theme tune and I finally feel at home. After a long, tiresome and slightly awkward drive, we arrive at what I assume is our destination. We entered and I could not believe what I saw..
«A/N»
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