Degrees of Separation (Lost Original!)

Mr. Softee

NEW STUFF ALERT!

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It's one month into the school year and I've tried to avoid my ex-girlfriend like the plague.

But I'll admit, yes I've slipped once and ended up making out with her.

Be quiet.

I've already heard it from my friends.

I can't help it if she continuously throws herself at me.

And I do mean that literally.

You don't believe me?

Okay, well let me set this up for you.

I was in Computer Lab talking to her.

What?

Do you actually believe that I would sit and try to decipher how to write a C Plus Plus program?

Yeah, no! That's not happening.

Anyways.

So, I was chatting it up then suddenly, I heard the most wonderful music playing in the background!

Mr. Softee calling was calling.

Well, you know, not actually calling me personally but he was playing that damn song, and when I hear that my mind goes straight to getting vanilla cone and or a slush.

I'm still a kid okay!

Hush.

I raised my hand and got a pass for the bathroom like the good girl that I am.

On my way out I saw Jordan basically inside her locker with a look of concentration. No one else was in the hall so I already knew what she was doing. I walked up slowly behind her and once I was close enough, I reached and smacked her ass; hard.

"Fuck!" Jordan yelled and practically jumped up in the air, slamming her locking and putting whatever was in her hand inside her jacket pocket. I was dying laughing, by the way, I'm talking to the point that I had to hold on to her.

"I fucking hate you!" She said grabbing her chest as she laughed along with me. "You wanna hit this with me, Spence?" She asked, pulling the blunt from her coat pocket.

"Can't." I shook my head. Suddenly I was being pushed against the lockers with Jordan's body pressing up against mine.

Well, that escalated quickly.

My arms circled around her waist with smirk on my face. "Can I help you?"

"You wanna smoke this with me?" Jordan asked again, showing me the blunt I'm assuming she was rolling in her locker.

"I can't." I shake my head again. I turn my head to look out at the parking lot where the Mr. Softee truck was parked, just to make sure he hadn't pulled away yet, Jordan took that as her cue to move in. She started kissing her way down my neck. "Jay, I can't.." I replied to the other question she hadn't asked.

Clearly it was implied, keep up guys.

"Why not?" She pulled back and asked in surprised tone.

"Bitch, listen I have probably less than two minutes to get my ass over to that truck and get my slush."

"But-"

I pushed her off sensing that my time was running out. "I'll meet you after." I tried.

"Really bitch?" She questioned with a raised brow. Is it that hard to believe that I would choose a slush over sex right now?