Camhanaich // A "Twilight" Parody Revision

CHAPTER ELEVEN: ...GETTING TO KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU

     To no one's surprise, except maybe my own, all of our classmates stared at us down as we went to our specific lab table. Actually, the only person not gawking at us was Chrysanthemum (I think; it might've been later on when she did it, honestly; forgive me if I am wrong, I'm dying), who just gave us a sympathetic smile, which wasn't necessary because I was enjoying the continued attention, honestly, like the attention whore I was/am.

     To my utter happiness, Maverick made sure he sat as close to me as possible, like the possessive bastard he was immediately becoming. It activated my lady boner, to no one's surprise (and by no one, I mean you, readers).

     Mr. Stark entered the classroom. He did stuff and things. Ultimately, it turned out we were having a boring day, a chill day; a movie day. He must've run out of ideas for the week or something.

     The entire time the movie played, I had urges to touch myself, to touch Maverick, to let the entire classroom watch as I lost my virginity. But, unfortunately, real life wasn't like those cringey porn movies, so none of that actually happened, sadly. I just kept my hands to myself.

     It was agony. My vagina was practically gonna explode. I needed to get laid.

     What? You don't like my vulgarness? Why so surprised? It's not like I haven't been vulgar before, you wimps. Bunch of virgins, you are. Jesus/Satan.

     It didn't help that I kept making goo goo eyes at Maverick the entire time the movie played. And he did the same to me in return. If only this book was a porn one; then, we'd be going at it without shame.

     Hmm? Book? I didn't mention a book. Fucking weirdos. Pay attention to the story of my horniness for a guy I hardly knew. Jeez.

     Anyway, stare at Maverick, I did. Hopefully, the movie was completely irrelevant to the subject and we wouldn't have a pop quiz on it or something. So, yeah, staring. At Maverick. And him staring. At me back. And, yeah. That was it. The whole class period. Yep.

     Staring.

     Staring.

     Staring.

     Staring.

     Eventually, class finally fucking ended and my torture could finally cease to exist. Well, the torture kind of stayed but it wasn't as bad? I don't fucking know how to explain it. Uh, I was stuck just being horny all the time because nothing more happened, ever. Which sucks cause I am gonna die a virgin within the next...eleven chapters of me leading up to it. Yeah.

     Anyway, Maverick walked me to Gym, the one with the teacher that had a terrible South Park name. He gave me a cheek kiss before he left, as silent as the wind, which wasn't at all silent so that was a bad comparison, honestly. Anyway, uh, class was ass; we played basketball. I fell a lot. It happens.

     Afterwards, when class was over, Constantine harassed me again. Basically, he just complained about how Maverick and I were together; or "fucking" in Constantine's mind. What an image that must have been for Maverick to see; Constantine thinking about us both, naked and doing the do.

     I changed out of my Gym clothes; yes, I was wearing clothes for Gym, I always did but I don't mention it because why should I? Just assume it next time. Like a normal reader would. Jesus Christ and...Lord Satan.

     As soon as I was outta there, I spotted Maverick leaning against the wall, waiting like a good boyfriend. Hehe, boyfriend. We were totally together without officially saying we were. I was so happy. Teehee.

     Maverick, however, didn't look very happy. "Constantine is always gonna be a pain in my ass while we're here, isn't he?"

     I laughed. "Most likely, yeah. I assume you saw what he assumes we're doing?"