Story is kinda lame as I got bored near the ending and decided to end it right then. I apologize in advance.
Who would have known that she'd be such a slut?
Carlton Connolly, first year student at Ruthe's private academy. I was kinda nervous when I found out that my parents had already decided on divorce. Though neither of them really meant anything to me, I'd sorta miss their constant arguing over who 'he' would stay with. I guess it's not too surprising that my father would lose the epic battle that was the guardian-dispute. Always was a spineless bastard.
I guess mom thinks I'll turn out just like him. Worthless and torn from leaving his education behind. Ironically enough to marry her fat ass.
Nevertheless, Mom didn't waste any time getting me into the nearest private school. Though our neighbors were nice, inside the school was completely hostile. Around every corner there was some sick emo kid who decided to take his
parent's divorce out on anyone dumb enough to walk by. My luck would have me under a crusty Nike shoe before lunch.
I entered the school. My first day not being so great, I felt like trying to redeem myself among my peers. Fredrick McNikeshow being avoided at all costs, I made a low-profile entry to my first class.
I turned around after making sure not to slam the door. Damned anti-slam arm was jammed yesterday, making my grand appearance about as smooth as a fat king tumbling from his throne, rolling across the floor to bust his head open between the legs of the jest he had been giggling and throwing food at a mere moment ago.
To my great surprise, the class room was empty -save for the single, half-naked, smoking
hot girl that was perched on the teacher's desk three feet from me.
Immediately I felt myself
attracted to her. Though that was natural for any 16 year-old, mop-headed loser in this situation, and the fact that she was enjoying a banana for breakfast was like God had just bitch-slapped me into heaven.
She looked up at me, innocently, as if it was completely normal for a girl to be as she was. "Hi" is all she said before I could catch my breath. "New to school?" She spoke again, this being rudely interrupted by my over-eager cracking voice. "Hi, no, I was here yesterday, you must'ave been absent. My name's Carlton.."
I had spit it all out before I had even thought about my first name. Carlton
Did my mother truly hate me? Why not a simple name like Jason or something? Did I need to sound like I was protesting for gay-marriage to be legalized?
"Hehe, what's wrong there, Carlton?" she spoke a third time. I would be too distracted by her assets to notice her emphasize my name.
She stood up and sauntered over to me, her thighs touching against mine. I couldn't help by wheeze my lungs full. She was taller than my by a few inches, so when I titled my head up for air, she must have been staring down my throat. I couldn't help but tuck my arms in awkwardly and tremble.
Leaning into her I touch my virgin lips against hers and instantly feel something warm against the side of my head. Her hand, caressing me lovely? No, something else. Suddenly, the feeling is warped into a sharp and painful one. I push off of her gently, taking care not to touch any places that she may be unready for. Touching my left hand to the corresponding side of my head I look upon it to see a silky read color. The floor jumps up and slams me in the forehead, knocking my vision black. All I hear is muffled laughing accompanied with someone screaming "Freddy!"
I'm not mad about being murdered by emo-shithead. He did what was right by him. Can't blame him for that. Maybe I shouldn't have been touching his girl in the first place. Maybe she shouldn't have tried to seduce the new kid. Whatever works.
Why was that classroom empty in the first place....?
Everything came from nothing, therefore everything is nothing.
There's nothing to worry about.