So.... this was wild! It was a bit cringe writing this chapter NGL but what's the point of avoiding such a scene when the book is literally called Dude I kissed your mom! Hopefully it'll help with the story's build up.
" Vagina or Dick?" That was today's topic of heated discussion amongst our friend group. You'd think we'd have better things to discuss, you know, stuff like Global warming and its causes or how we could stop it, or Increased inflation rate and how it's affected our economy,or high costs of living or how Joe Biden is slowly ruining America but after an hour of weed smoking, our brains fried, we chose to discuss the reproductive systems; because why not? Which is the better one? Why is it better than the other one and all that nonsense. The back building was like our little oasis, cloistering us from the good kids. We were the school's degenerate gang and mixing the good fruits with the rotten ones guaranteed a possible epidemic of decaying students. So we separated ourselves from the good harvest, sprawled out in the grass behind the back building, Tyson rolled up a joint and passed it around while Emerald chugged down the alcohol she snuck to school this morning. After ten puffs
" What the actual fuck!" A guttural growl she made at the catastrophe that befell her shirt, noticing the water had spilled all the way down to her torso, missing her pelvis by a fraction but that wasn't better. Her hands raised to her sides, Amanda gazed back down at the mess that embraced her attire. Right there and then, the shrill cry of the school bell pierced through the already chaotic atmosphere as students rushed to their classes, except for me and her , leaving us to assess the damage of the situation. That's when I realized the eroticism of this mess. Her shirt was see-through. Her shirt was fucking see-through! You know what that means? I got a detailed sight of what hid behind that white crisp button down shirt of hers that was soaking wet and to add spice into the already arousing sight, the fabric of wetness appeared to be clinging onto her like a second skin. I couldn't peel my gaze away from her. I was momentarily hypnotized by the evident black bra that was callin
When you're high, everything around you seems...magical!The walls are breathing, boasting with purple and pink glittery showers on their surface and the ground feels like marshmallow, if that makes any sense. Of course, it doesn't , taking it in retrospect seeing as I am stoned right now and my visual imagery in this current state might not be any way sensible. But here I am, recovering from that highly coveted state by any addict undergoing drug withdrawals, as I gulp down as much water to get rid of this cotton-y feeling inside my mouth. Two tall glasses of water down.Everything is still, the sound of the quiet kitchen providing the perfect ambience to any horror movie. I hate that I'm standing right here, alone, in the dark and the paranoid soul inside my body is begging for me to just bolt back upstairs and hide under my bulky beddings because it swears it heard something rustling outside the kitchen window. I don't do that , though. I'm not really scared of the darkness. Nob
I was thinking of ways to kill myself...or at least ways to get myself sick so that I won't have to go to school today. Google wasn't offering much and YouTube had given me a few ideas like licking door knobs and maybe the toilet seat because germs seem to take solace in such places, with fruitful results . One thing for certain is that there's literally no way I was going to bend down to lick any toilet seat. I'm not that desperate.Actually, I kind of was.The impending anxiety attack I was about to suffer made me feel all nauseous , stomach churning violently in dire need of some bathroom relief in the form of explosive diarrhea. My heart rate increasing exponentially aggravating the already worsening stomach ache. And I tossed and turned in bed like a chicken rotisserie , occasionally stealing fearful glances at my alarm clock as it draws nearer and nearer to the time of my waking. I really dreaded my morning alarms, dodged them three times before reluctantly heeding to its dema
They say too much of something is annoying, well, I found that out myself when I decided to crawl out of bed after three hours of non stop interaction with it. I never thought I could hate my bed given its comforting nature and tranquility but here we are. Unmade, with food scraps dusted all over it, I detested it for the first time in years. Turns out, having a sick day isn't as glorious as they make it out to be. I trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen, my tired eyes spotting a yellow sticky note plastered on the refrigerator door , mom's handwriting adorned over it;Remember to reheat the chicken noodle soup, don't eat it cold!Incase of emergency, call me. Love, Mom. True to the letter, the soup sat idly by inside the microwave with another note stuck to the soup bowl, reminding me yet again to reheat the soup. I mentally rolled my eyes at how overbearing mom can be. Ripping it off, I crumpled it into a tiny ball before tossing it into the trash and proceeded to preheat t
"Lay down and let me take care of you," Surprisingly enough, just hearing her say those words to me was like music to my young , adolescent ears, its ring swimming inside my neurons, down my spine in a cold shiver before encircling my heart to pump unwanted blood between my boy parts, if you know what I mean. She became this sexy nurse as she led me to my bed, gently laid me down, securing a pillow under my head before seating right beside me, her warmth staining through my sheets and over to my garments before clinging there, like clingy ex girlfriend. Her scent was like this haunting cloud encapsulating us in a welcomed embrace , sliding into my nostrils , bathing my sinuses with its alluring effect and I wanted to dive my nose into the crook of her neck and drink in the scent of her perfume. Unlike Roxie's cheap perfume, Amanda's was intoxicatingly good as I got drunk in its effects. Probably that Victoria Secret perfume I saw on her nightstand whilst 'accidentally' spying on he
"Hey Abigael, did you gain weight?'Cause those jeans make your ass look fatter than Nicki Minaj's," That statement ushered in a wave of laughter that rippled through the sea of students in my Calculus class.The aforementioned girl pulls the hem of her knitted grey sweater down her torso in an attempt hide her overly exaggeratingly huge butt to no avail,which only seemed to fuel the laughter of the ruthless crowd. With flared cheeks and a sharp glare, Abigael sags down to her seat before burying her face inside a Math book. "Gosh, you are such an asshole,"Not everyone was flattered with my idea of a joke as Hazel's glare pierced me like cupid's arrow as she reprimanded me for that insensitive comment aimed at Abigael's behind. "What, her butt is gigantic!" Another storm of laughter tore through the class like a tornado which abruptly subsided once the classroom doors burst open. The smirk that had decorated my face slowly dissipated as my gaze followed the graceful aura of Mrs.Daw
"Next!" The lunch line swiftly moved as lunch lady Doris slapped her spatula full of overcooked pasta on our lunch trays.Her bored expression and blank eyes revealed her lack of motivation on being stuck on a crappy , dead end job like this. Serving hundreds of students everyday was one of those nightmare you wish to never experience and my pity towards lunch lady Doris was greatly influenced when she slapped the soggy noodles on to my tray, some splashing on to my shirt. The mole sprouted on her left cheek made me shudder as I walked over to the ketchup dispenser over by the far end of the cafeteria. Zac, my best friend, trailed behind me before setting his tray down next to mine as I pumped some ketchup inside a white tiny cup. "I can't believe you asked my mom that insensitive question ,"He scolded me , watching as I filled the tiny cup with the thick red liquid."She's my mother for pete sake!" "Like I didn't know that already,"Setting the tiny cup inside my tray, I moved asid