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“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.”

- 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧

ᴡʀᴀᴛʜ 2

Plymouth High was home to a whopping student body of 340 horny individuals many of whom will let loose a load all over the cafeteria walls. That by the way, has happened ten times since senior year began.

“Bozo what are you doing, sit your ass down.” A grin lifted on my face the minute I heard the unmistakable drawl of Damon. Even his name was dreamy to me. I use to have a bit of a crush, I guess I still do but the bisexual god was not interested in little ol me. Oh I despair.

I sat down in the empty seat between him and Cecile. The latter of whom had one leg propped into the seat next to her. She was probably holding in it for the last musketeer. Princesa. That wasn’t her actual name of course, but like me she despised her real name. The nickname was one put in place by her cheating ex but it stayed because Princesa was a princess no matter what anyone had to say. She wouldn’t change it even with the estranged memories attached to it.

Damon’s hair was braided back in two fat chunks intercepting into a small ponytail. He had a red rubber band holding it together to match with the red beaded bracelet on his right hand. He changed it everyday depending on his mood. Red today meant he was angry.

“What’s up your ass now Day?” I have got to stop with the ass jokes.

“Oh don’t bother with him. His lover of the month called it off because he’s so awful in bed.” I heard Cecile snide from beside me.

“Shut up tampon.” I wanted to snicker but I was suppose to remain passive in times like this.

“Wow I’m so offended.” Cecile feigned hurt at his remark but ended up laughing. “It’s because I’m white right?”

Damon side eyed her disappointed. “If you have to ask whether you got the joke, it would be best to just forget it.”

“I have to make sure. You and Mickey like throwing shade at me knowing that I be slow sometimes.”

Ignoring her I repeated my question. “Day, what happened?”

“Leonard, the piece of shit that he is got some hoe pregnant. He makes us bisexuals look so bad. You already have the dick why do you need the pussy at the same time. What the fuck.” Damon cracked his index finger continuously as he spoke.

It was a nervous habit of is. Leonard had been the boy, the one who led to him questioning his sexuality. He was heartbroken and I could do nothing but give him a kiss on the cheek.

The next time I see Leonard I would sock him in the face.

“This isn’t your fault. Some people are terrible.”

“I’m confused Mickey. We were together for six damn months how did I mess up for him to cheat on me?/” As if some horrible realization hit him, Damon actually started crying.

“It’s because I didn’t fuck him. He wanted to but I wasn’t ready.” He sputtered out.

I was infuriated, Damon should not be feeling this way because of a decision he made for the good of himself.

“Look at me.” I said sternly. He didn’t budge so I grabbed his chin and turned it my way. “You.”

He tried to get off so I pushed him back into the seat opting to straddle him. Our eyes locked forcibly with me still holding him. I quite sure we were receiving some stares.

“When you’re done can I ride the donkey?” Princesa had finally made her way to us. Her music played out of her earbuds loudly alerting the row behind us of the Daniel Ceasar song she was most definitely just singing too.

“You,-Damon, are worth so much more than some guy who cheats on you. If he really did that shit because you didn’t want his prune dick in your hole then you obviously made the right choice. There are better guys, let the assholes go.” The smile on his face was worth the discomfort I felt. The amount of times I had imagined hopping on his lap and riding until I was left distorted probably screaming do you know the gingerbread man? I don’t know, I just feel like this boy has a sword that can pierce through intellect.

As I was clambering off of him, he grabbed my arm. “Mikita, don’t you know I do the pounding.”

I couldn’t even be angry the way my name fell out his mouth. Dear God, am I breathing?

I finally managed to sit back down before retorting, “You can fool yourself but not everyone else.”

“Okay lovebirds, can you shut up? McKlane is about to tell us all the tea on our pregnant mistress.”

“What is this ‘our’ you speak of?” Princesa asked laughing at Cecile.

“Shh.”

The rest of the hour continued with me drowning out our principal’s speech. He should be telling the school to stop engaging in underage intercourse. You would think it would be common sense, it was the main reason this even blew up. It wasn’t the first time someone was pregnant in the damn school.

“Mickey.” Princesa reached over Cecile to hand me a zip lock bag filled with mushrooms.

“What the hell is this?” She rolled her eyes.

“I told you my brother is growing now, you said to get you some.” I stared dumbfounded as I tried to remember the time I told her to get me psychedelic fungus.

“Princesa, why the fuc-”

“If you don’t want it Mikita, I’ll take it.” I looked over towards Damon sneaking gummy worms in his mouth. The only thing the school really enforced was no eating in any areas other than the cafeteria.

“Since when do you do shrooms?” It was two weeks without contact with them during break. Did they rob a bank too?

“I don’t but trying wouldn’t be bad.” I grabbed the bag opting to just have it in my possession. Damon wouldn’t ask Princesa for any despite what he was saying. As long as I had it, he wouldn’t do anything he would regret.

“This isn’t like the cigarettes you smoke with your cousins, but it doesn’t matter I’ll take it.”

He shrugged not caring too much. Cecile remained transfixed on every word McKlane spoke, she wanted to know who the father was as much as the next student. I was about to get up to go to the bathroom when she squealed out for the whole school to hear.

“What do you mean she wasn’t really pregnant!”

Wait what?

“I sat here with sweat in between my ass cheeks waiting only for you to say that the multiple assemblies you had about this girl was for nothing because she was just filled with gas!”

I wanted to laugh so bad but I was afraid to pee on myself. However, Damon and Princesa took over for me bellowing in tune to Cecile’s outrage.

“Ms. Davis you don’t want another trip to my office.” McKlane stated into the microphone.

“Actually I think you need to go take a trip to your office since it’s the only place to keep you from wasting our time.” The words slid out my mouth before I could realize. This had nothing to do with me but here I was involving myself.

“You can all return back to class.” As I was trying to push past Damon, the principal blocked my escape.

“Not you four, to my office. Now!”

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Ironically enough, as snarky as I am, I have never been caught dead in anyone’s office. These idiots have caused me to break a streak I wanted to graduate with.

“Why am I here?” Damon and Princesa asked in unison. I fully understood their want to leave. Just because we were close didn’t mean we all had to go down together. In times like these it was every man for themselves. Birds of a feather don’t always flock together.

"And don’t say it was because we laughed. I heard a good half of the school laughing alongside us and I don’t seem them here.”

McKlane stared Princesa down most likely thinking of ways to make her senior year the worse time of her life. “You’re right, you may leave.”

Damon whispered a good luck as he followed behind Princesa out the door.

“Ms.Davis, this isn’t your first offense and warnings don’t do anything for you it seems. It’s the first day back from winter break which means a lot of the classes aren’t clean.” McKlane’s smile was hinting at trouble.

“Sadly, one of our custodians had to do surgery and is currently healing. If you wouldn’t rather being expelled I suggest you start the third floor classrooms immediately.”

This man did not play. The third floor was notorious for smelling like absolute horse shit. Most of the classes fit on the first two floors, there was only one class on the third floor and it was thankfully at the foot of the stairs. When the bell rings, you would have thought everyone had gone invisible. Even the stragglers and extra credit kids would not be caught a second behind. The floor was loaded with cigarette bottoms hidden between the cervix of the floors, small glass of alcohol bottles and vomit mixed in. There was a video last year of a sophomore orgy where the girl was using her ass in ways that didn’t seem possible, the end results were apparent in a large stain on one of the bathroom stalls.

No one wants to be on the third floor not even the third floor itself. If you took a picture, it would look as if Mr.Clean himself had did work but the truth was it was absolutely horrific to breathe in. The fact that it has been rotting like that for years doesn’t surprise me, janitors are too old to breathe in the toxicity.

“Is that even legal? You don’t allow your workers up there so why are you sending a student to do it.”

He smiled at Cecile, his eyes twinkling with joy at the expense of the red head next to me. “I didn’t say the floor. I said the class and three feet next to it.”

“You can lose your job for this.”

McKlane leaned back in his chair relaxed. “Ms. Davis, for the good of both of us, I know you would refrain from doing that.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that but it got her to shut up. She huffed out a breath and left with me being the last remaining prisoner.

“Hi McKlane.” I put on my best angel voice. But even I heard the strain as I squirmed in my seat simply wanting to excuse myself to the restroom.

“Oh I have been waiting on you.”

“Me? I haven’t done anything.”

“You can drop the act, you can’t fool me. The amount of complaints piled up against you I just don’t understand how you managed to evade me.” I watched as he typed away at the laptop in front of him. I wanted to smash the keyboard into his grinning face.

“I don’t know, maybe it was false accusations.”

“You’re new here.”

“Not really.” I cut in.

“Listen Mikita.” I slumped down in the wooden chair accepting the fact that I would be here for a while.

“You only came to Plymouth in the middle of Junior year. They aren’t the right students for you to hang around.” Where was he going with this?

“You’re smart, your grades alone show you will amount to great things. The personality you have developed around them isn’t good. The you from the start was the Mikita I had hoped to see bring some change around here.”

He didn’t know me from nowhere but wanted to tell me my choice in friends were horrible. “If you want change sir, you need to start with cleaning up the trash all over the school. Stop worrying about things that don’t need your help and attend to the areas that do.”

I stood up irritated at his words. Principal or not, he had no business telling me my choice in friends was bad. I hightailed out the office with McKlane yelling behind me. I passed by Damon sitting on the floor waiting for me. He looked confused as he saw me dash into the nearest bathroom.

As I was balancing over the seat, taking the longest pee of my life I heard Damon’s voice outside the stall.

“Mikita, mother nature did not call that badly for you to run into the boy’s bathroom.” The laugh he was holding back was clear in his voice.

“Shut up and make sure I’m clear to sneak out.”

“Will do Mickey Mouse.”

And McKlane had the audacity to tell me my friends weren’t the best.

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