gottahavealife
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- Parts 8
"Get off me! Don't you have a pussy to fuck?" I shoved his shoulder as hard as I could, trying to push myself off the corner of the small restroom.
And then failing, of course.
Clearly not getting the message, Joaquin pound his fist on either side of my head. "Jealous much?" The selfish bastard asked with a smirk engulfing his tanned face.
I held my head up high, even if he was a little taller than me. My brown eyes met his sharp green ones. I leaned into him slowly, surprising Joaquin and whispered directly into his ear, "There's a thin line between love and hate, baby."
He wasn't expecting that answer, so Joaquin's bright eyes widened and he backed off me a little, giving me a chance to knee him in the groin and make my escape from the restroom. "Can't believe you fell for that asshole."
"You little piece of shit." He groaned as his knees hit the floor with a thud. He fell of his side as he gripped his balls in an attempt to lower the pain in his reproducing area. "You're gonna pay for this!" He hissed at my retreating back, trying to throw a toilet paper roll at me.
"I think you already did." I laughed innocently and made my way to fifth period.