Cash,bills and change
Hey oh shit I am late devilish late .i forgot to turn my alarm on again .or the way I am jumping of my bed .throwing on my three day cum stained boxer .i navigate my room .it feels empty, abandoned .i open the shower .the water is achingly good I touch my chest groaning slowly as I got lost in my throaty thoughts .what if the students don't like me and make fun of me why cant I be normal .the pitiful eyes I have gotten through my childhood even though I am rich the rich have flaws like another time I became obsessed with chicken nuggets that I could be found lining up at chicken inn until I became obese going on a strict low carb diet I became the Rock walking around town as if I own the road.i feel like those obese teens who got slim and started their regime of hate and revenge.i close the shower as I dump my boxers and stare at the stains I had an erotic wet dream last night where I imagined my fav author in bed with me .some people would classify it as weird and evil I had come immediately picturing me and my classmate having a fellatio make out scene .i had to stay in the pool because it started to reek and I went home and faked that my dick was aching . We were rolling out of our five bedroomed house in the popular hurlingham area.my eyes pressed outside the car window observing a couple holding hands and making goofy face at each other.was I weird in a tacky way because my friends had girlfriends and leaving me to masturbate at my private think room picturing my friend Paul in bed .i am a homosexual and right now my mom was pulling her Mercedes the types of cars my new classmate would drool to ride in I am finally closing my last years episode after I got gay bashed by my classmates after my seduction to Paul .my mom sent the police to nab them and wow here i am moving away and starting a new life .the car stopped closely at the gate engraved hurlingham High all eyes are on the car as I could already feel the oh and ah as the car parks at the front office I open the door as if prepared to be interviewed by invisible journalists I take my black bag the ah becaming visible.i sprayed a little bit of rexona as I feel the eyes survey me as I walk into the house I bumped into a dark haired boy who smiles nervously as he walks away his axe smell hitting my nose I need to get him a perfume if I met him again .the principal opens the office as we enter she closes the door.its him again and I have been thinking about him a lot the whole lesson aching picturing him naked I am surrounded by girls who inquire about my car and bag which indeed has spread wild goose fire I watch him texting who could he be texting maybe to meet someone at the Hub for a rich man feast or its just his mom who wants him to pick up the dry cleaning because she is too lazy to do so .i already had a profile stalk in class I sneaked his English book pretending I am checking his notes and I come across a love poem which is fucking good and tony blank is his name he lives in westlands and visits his grandma in Karen and she texts Him regularly about her cat pickles which he says is more fatter than Garfield I skimmed through realising that tony hates his grandma because she is nosy and the snotty wicked witch of Karen because she occasionally chases teenagers and hippies from making her rose garden a bed.my eyes look at him staring at his delicate scared look when he is tensing he has stopped texting where do you live flat or mansion I have to know I could give you the life you sorely deserve and a safe place you have to be worrying about how many INSTRAGRAM followers you have or which song Shawn Mendes has released I see you as my prince waking up everyday to your soft thumping beating heart.
