I like Camila's butt and I cannot lie

16 - The awakening of thotmila

Omg.... I've neen gone for so long that I literally had to read previous chapters to remember what tf is going on. Anyways, let's get back to this shittt.....

Am I a hypocrite?

I guess I am because I seem to be going against every single thing I believed in as a functioning human being in society by moping over my fuckboy.

It has only been three days but suddenly my world seems darker and feels like it too. I could barely even concentrate in Mr Monterey's English class. And he is my favorite mainly because he was a crazy wack job.

But who was I to complain.

I forced my attention to focus on him and I realised that he was strayed off the daily topic again, as he was currently going on about how sex was the fuel and the inspiration for every book every created.

The strange topic reeled my fuckboy deprived mind in and I actually stayed long to allow myself to be amused at everything he said.

As he spat on about lusts' importance to literature, a boy raised up his hand quickly with a twisted expression on his face.

He was obviously very offended by this statement.

"I beg to disagree sir. What about the purest literary creation ever created. The bible?"

Mr Monterey laugh loudly before shaking his head. "The bible is so lewd and fillled with way too much incest and sodomy that it should have an age restriction."

The boy couldn't find a way to rebut, so he just frowned his face and crossed his arms.

I smiled and the situation before a grenade of a premature idea was thrown into my mind.

Mr Monterey was indeed right.

Sex was and still is the centre and inspiration for literature today. And it goes furthur beyond that.

Decisions we make daily are somehow molded by it in every outfit we wear, or perfume we put on, or sometimes it may even go as far as the food we eat. (That is if we choose to eat.)

It is a primal instinct locked deep within us all that we often refuse to acknowledge. But the proof is in the paper. Sex is the ultimate glue that keeps people together.

And it is obvious that it is the one thing that kept me and Shawn's boat afloat.

Maybe I might be over shooting my shot here but maybe I can draw him in that way. He simply cannot refuse, Shawn is a very primal creature and I don't have to do much to tap into that side of him.

And manipulating him can be done so easily, especially this time of the busy stressful exam period. Getting lucky must be one of the toughest thing he'll have to do now, but I'm about to make him win big today.

I eagerly packed my stuff halfway through the lesson and waited for the bell to ring, only to dash out as soon as it did.

Leonard gave me some questionable looks on the way out but I guess it just had to do with the events of the night of the trash can incident. I chose to turn my head away from him headed to my sorority house.

I sped through a shower, hair styling, outfit picking and most importantly... a very necessary dramatic underwear makeover.

I really wanted to stand to Shawn today so I had to pull out the big guns with a black lace lingerie.

It was expensive and I honestly thought I'd never wear this, considering how I acquired this little number.

I observed the final result in the mirror, questioning so many things... including my character.