"Mr. Lee, you're late," I completed the teacher's sentence as I walked into the room.
"Yep, yep. I know. I know," I started, going and sitting somewhere near the back of the class. I like the back. Not 'cause the teachers can't see what you're doing if you're back there, but because you know when someone checks you out. If you sit in the front, you don't know how many girls are staring at your back. If you sit in the back, you can get an exact number of stares. I've counted before. And then they play it off like they were looking at something else in the back of the class. But their thigh clenching tells a different story. A better story. My personal opinion.
"You need to start coming on time," the teacher informed me. Isn't that a crazy concept? Getting to class... on time.
Shocked emoji face.
Stupid.
"Cool," I peered down at my notebook that I had taken out.
"Mr. Lee," she called for me in a stern tone.
"Yes?" I looked up. I smiled at her as I rested my head on my hand.
"If you're not on time tomorrow, then I'll have to hold you back in detention."
"Oh no," I said in the most unamused voice I've ever heard.
"Mr. Lee."
"Repeating my name over and over won't make me listen or give you the response you want. Yes, I was late to class but did I miss anything even remotely important? We already learned all this shit last year and it's not even important. So why should I be on time? How late was I? 30 seconds? It's not like I was a whole 10 minutes late. I already know this shit and I'm not going to sit here and learn it again."
"You will be staying in my room after school for detention."
"Thanks. I really needed that," I tilted my head to the side and gave a closed eye smile.
I could tell she was livid. She hated me before I even spoke to her. Before I even stepped into the room. 'Teachers don't play favorites'. That's bullshit.
This was the easiest class to go on your phone in. We, of course, weren't allowed phones during class time or else they'd be taken. But you could easily get away with it in Ms. Camps' class.
I slipped my phone out of my pocket to see millions upon millions of messages from Natalie. She was asking where I was and where I ran off to last or this morning. Where I ran off to and with who. I'd say it's a good question.
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Natalie Adams
Me: thats none of your business Natalie. You got what you asked for last night. Thats it. Thats the exchange.
You said I was your only :Natalie
Me: well... I guess I lied
How many girls have you told that to?? :Natalie
Me: good question... none of your business
Jaxson this isnt fair: Natalie
Me: life aint fair. Get over it baby
Your an asshole: Natalie
Me: Woah that ones new and pretty original. Goodbye Natalie. Last night was fine. Have a good day.
No!!! :Natalie
This number has now been blocked
You sleep with a chic once and now she thinks you belong to her. After you give them what they want and leave they get all defensive. We both signed up for a one night thing. Not a life together with 3 children and a dog.
My spices are for a different person to taste every day. They don't belong to one person. Sharing is caring.
I got out of class and made my way through the crowded halls. I saw Hailey walking with her friends. I waved a tiny wave and she gave me one back causing me to have a motive to get through the day.
I was close to my next class when I felt a tug on my bag. I turned around with a slight scowl on my face. Then I calmed after seeing it was Freddie. Oh great.
"Do you want any?" He asked me.
Freddie here was one of the few guys at the school who sold, quote, "pantie pic's". It's exactly what you think. They sneak a camera underneath the girls' skirts, part of the uniform, and snap a quick pic or two. Then they go around trying to sell them so they can get... drugs or something. I don't know what they do with the profit and to be honest, I really don't care.
Pantie pics are for losers. I mean, have you seen Freddie. He's some weird crack sniffin' virgin selling pictures of girls' panties without their permission or them knowing.
"No. I don't want any." I straightened out holding my bag that was over my shoulder with one arm.
"Are you sure? Name any girl you think is hot. We've more than likely got it. And if not, you can put in a special offer."
"No." I shook my head slowly. "I'm not fucking doing that."
"Why not?" He kept pressing on. Does crack matter that much?
"Pantie pic's are for loser virgins who can't even get a girl in bed. What do you even do with those once you've got them? Use your grimy hands? Why not actually get a girl? It's quite easy. Have a nice day." I walked away.
He pulled me back. "Please. I-I bet my friend that I'd sell all of these." He took a few out of his back and placed them so I could see them. "You've got to buy at least one. Who's do you want? I don't tell a single soul who I sold who to. I don't judge either. Just please."
I stared at him with my eyes narrowed for a while. "... you got Hailey Lee?"
"Hailey Lee? Yes! Of course!" He reached far in his bag and pulled out 2 pantie pic's of Hailey.
"Is that all of them?"
"There's 2 more. You want all of them?" He was clearly getting excited over something dumb.
"Yeah, hand 'em over." I stuck my hand out. He handed me all 4. "That's every single pantie pic for Hailey Lee?" I assured.
"Yes!"
"How much?" I sighed and pulled out some cash.
"$20."
20 fucking dollars... all for my sister's pantie pic's?
I handed him what he wanted. "Don't ever talk to me again," I told him before walking off to my next class that I planned to be early to.
The bell rang and everyone was gone. I was still in the halls. All alone. On my way to my next class I took out Hailey's pantie pic's then...
I threw them in the trash.
I didn't even glance at them. I just threw them away. They don't deserve to be in the hands of anyone so I bought them just so I could throw them away.
But 20 bucks...
That's far too much for 4 pictures of someone's panties. It's just them in their panties. There's not even anything else to see. Nothing else to look at.
Why am I getting so upset at how flawed pantie pics are?
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Spices
RomanceJaxson Lee is in love with his little sister, Hailey Lee. He uses girls all around him as a distraction. To him they are just tools used to forget the true one you love. It's easy for him to get all the girls. He's hot. And knows how to get the girl...
