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“The only thing I collect are your virgin tears to make my hair glisten and shine.” Alaska smooths her hair and all its glory.
“Is that what it is? I think there is a little snot in there too.” I reach to point out a piece of lint.
“Don’t fucking touch me, pretty boy.” She swats my hand away.
“Awe, you do like me, well, at least you think I am pretty. But I am sorry.” I click my tongue and let my eyes wander over her figure. “You aren’t really my type so I can’t say the same.”
“It’s not what you were saying in your sleep-in class the other day.” Alaska flips me off.
“Stick around a little longer and I can show you where you can stick that finger to make you feel good, Alaska.” I always keep my promises.
“Are you serious?” She gets closer and has a surprised look on her face. She looks to the left and then the right; I do the same. “That would be such a big help. I haven’t figured out how to masturbate, and you offering to teach me, wow. My lucky fucking day, Lad.” But her hands go to my chest, and she shoves, and before I know it, I am fully submerged back in the swimming pool.
When I pop my head above water again, I spin my head back and forth and flick the water out of my hair. Before I am about to shout out curses that will make the witch turn blue, a teacher walks by and sees me.
“Lad, are you alright?” Mrs. Rayland the coach’s wife is there ready to help, but I heft myself out of the pool and sit on the edge, letting all the water droplets puddle underneath my hands.
“I don’t know what happened. I heard a big splash and came in to see if he needed help.” There is the fake innocence coming from behind someone who actually wants to help me.
I whip my head to see Alaska.
“It’s nice of you to show concern for your fellow classmate, wait here. I’ll go get you a towel.” Mrs. Rayland runs off.
Alaska, with no other plans but to torture me, of course stays, takes a few steps toward me, bends over, takes two fingers and wipes the water from my face. She brings those fingertips to her mouth and sucks off the water, closing her eyes.
The sexual tension builds.
Before she pulls them away and gives me another standing salute of the middle finger.
“I peed in that.” Wishing I had done worse.
“Lemon is my favorite flavor.” She walks to the door. “Have fun getting a tardy on your perfect record, pretty boy. If I were you, I would ask someone else to assist you in your dilemma. I’m not really into taking on charity cases.” She huffs out a goodbye and I kick the fucking water when she is gone.
“Fuck!” I was not born to lose even if my self-control has been waning lately.
Chapter 5
Alyeska
Angiedoesnotgiveup, and although I have been avoiding her the past weeks from having to go to a party at her said club, I have agreed to go to one tonight, if she promises never to ask me to any extracurriculars ever again.
She couldn’t agree fast enough, and I feel like this might be the worst decision. Angie seems to be having something planned, and if she is hoping for some bachelorette situation where she can offer me to the highest bidder, I am going to be very bored.
But the good news is, I only have one more class today and then I am finished, free to wallow in whatever pity I feel necessary.
Bad news is, though, Lad is in this very class I need to escape for the day. On another plus, we have a substitute teacher from across the hall that is taking over our class today.
Roll call is so funny to me, but she wastes twenty minutes doing it and I have the best lines to use.
“Aladden?” I think the woman is a teacher’s assistant or something, I’ve seen her around.
“Here, but I go by Lad.” Good boy, but I have something to add.
“He also goes by, pretty boy, punk ass, and what was that name you told our teacher senior year to give you a passing grade? Oh right,Daddy. But I am pretty sure you have to be at least 6’5 to claim that title. It’s okay, some girls enjoy shorter inches, in height and…” I smirk at him and then smirk at his junk. “Other areas.”
“I’m 6’2.” The ways I find entertainment while insulting him are bizarre.
“Like I said, some girls don’t mind if things are three inches smaller,” I assure him with a serious face.
